Sammy has a blog!

My brother Sammy has a blog! look! It's preeeeetty!!

THE DEMON PUPPY

WHAT I'M ABOUT TO TELL YOU IS SO BIG THAT I NEED BIG FONT JUST TO SAY IT. WELL... WELL... I WAS ALL LIKE, YOU KNOW, TAKING MY POST NAP NAP, RIGHT? BUT THEN, BUT THEN, IT HAPPENED. A NEIGHBOR'S SO CALLED "DOG" CAME OVER!!!! SHE DUG A HOLE UNDER THE FENCE AND CAME UNINVITED INTO OUR HOUSE! UNINVITED! SO YOU WANT TO SEE HER? YOU DO? ALRIGHT THEN. HERE. LOOK BEFORE I TAKE IT AWAY. ISN'T IT UGLY?

Let sleeping dogs lie

Here's Sammy and me, snoozin on the Bed. The Shes suddenly decided to take our pictures. They were amazed at how much we sleep, or something. We have no idea why!

Here's our daily sleep schedule.

7:00 a.m. - Get up. Beg for breakfast.
7:15 a.m. - Breakfast
7:30 a.m. - Groggily watch Daddy and the Shes leave the House.
7:31 a.m. - 9:00 a.m. - First Nap (aka Post-Breakfast Schnooze)
9:00 a.m. - 9:15 a.m. - Go Outside. Bark at all the fences and trees. Come back In, drink a little water.
9:15 a.m. - 12:00 p.m. - Second Nap
12:00 p.m. - 1:30 p.m. - Lie around in the Backyard (if sunny) or next to the Window (if raining). Keep razor-sharp eye on the fences and trees. Nothing will get past us!
1:30 p.m. - 3:30 p.m. - Third Nap
3:30 p.m. - ?? Restlessly patrol the House. We are (finally) awake!!! Play-fight with each other. Threaten to eat each other's ears right off our heads. Tip over all the trash cans. Repeat until Daddy and the Shes get Home.
6:00 p.m. - Dinner
8:00 p.m. - Bedtime

What's so strange?

A dog's life

Five months old ...



Teenager ...



And me now! laughing ...

... and planning to take over the world.





Hi, people! Guess what? Guess! Guess! Okay, okay. You know how I'm three years old in your time, right? Well, I'm going to take this second to show you my life!!!! Okay, look: me....
I hope you enjoyed........
ME!!!!!!

This and that

::sigh::

A while ago, I figured out how to let ANYBODY comment on my blog. But I may decide to reverse that decision. It turns out that ANYBODY can be a Very Bad Person. ANYBODY likes to sell Yucky Medicine and use Bad Language in the comments box.

Bad ANYBODY! No, no, no!

I wish I could hit them with a rolled-up newspaper now. Heh-heh.

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Little She, Big She, Sammy and I are Home together today. Little She has a "cold". A cold is not what your nose is, after you've been Outside in the frosty Backyard. It's where humans start to cough and sneeze, and lie around, and complain, and smell really, really bad from the inside out.

On the good side, they make delectible Kleenexes and leave them around the House in trash cans. Yum!

Still, though she is very skilled now at making delectible Kleenexes, I worry about my dear Little She when she has a "cold". I want her to be warm, not cold. When will she lie down on the couch, so I can lie next to her and warm her up?

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Can you believe that Sammy got on my blog? And talked smack about everything? If he does make his own blog, at least he will stay off of mine. I'm not showing him how, though. Is that mean of me? Bad dog!

Yo

Whazzzzzzzzzupppppp? I'm Sammy. I hacked onto Daisy's account. She'll say anything for a chewbone! Anyway, I was thinking of making a blog of my own. But first I need readers. Please go to the comments portion of this post and say you'll visit every once in a while! I blog about my crazy life and getting to know the Peeps.
Love,
Sammy
P.S. Oh never mind. Daisy's coming!

Etiquette

Sammy and I visited that "PetSmart" place with the pack today. Sammy got a harness to wear in the Car. We both got a pack of pork ears.

Have you ever been to PetSmart? It's Inside, right? Yet it smells like pee. A really, really, lot like pee.

So as soon as we got in the Door, Sammy and I both ... peed. Right on the floor. Well, we were guests. It seemed like the polite thing to do. I mean, we never did meet the dogs who own PetSmart, which was puzzling, but the etiquette in this kind of social situation is obvious.

Daddy and Big She fussed around a whole lot until one of them cleaned it up. They made a bunch of noise like we'd done a bad thing. Ha! As if they know anything about etiquette.