tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70709319024110488392024-03-12T18:54:54.724-07:00The Bubba DogThe adventures of a hound dog and his pack of 3 humans and 2 IckyCats. (and now a Golden pup - ugh!)Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-40871849303532921822008-09-09T17:08:00.000-07:002008-09-09T17:10:52.793-07:00MY Pillow!Momma-god bought the Punk Pup a huge pillow, since he's getting to be so big. Well, that stupid Punk Pup never laid on it - so I tried it - and I love it!<br />Now, when I get on there, guess who wants to join me?<br />Yeah, that stupid Punk Pup!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-6192300073996940272008-09-07T17:15:00.000-07:002008-09-07T17:19:41.649-07:00Where'd they go???Mommy-god and Daddy-god left yesterday with the Punk Pup - and didn't take ME! I cried for hours, and then they come back and they smell like OTHER dogs! And they didn't take ME! I love RIDES! But, I didn't get to go for a ride!<br />The Punk Pup told me they went for a really long ride and ended up at a park where there were over 100 other golden dogs just like him - and he got to eat CAKE! CAKE that was specially made for doggies! And no one brought me home any! It had something to do with some Golden Rescue that Mommy-god is getting involved in... but I don't care - they could have taken ME for a RIDE and let me eat CAKE!<br />At least I got a good BELLY RUB last night.<br />Dumb Punk Pup - thinks he's all that.Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-4723111663543878522008-08-08T20:16:00.000-07:002008-08-08T20:21:17.958-07:00Another Olympic timeI told the Punk Pup it was coming. I'm the only one in this house with four legs that has been around for the Olympics.<br />Momma-god LOVES the Olympics. She will tell everyone that she is busy, come home and plop down in her chair, turn on the TV and find anything she can that is showing the Olympics. She won't do BELLY RUBS, she won't PLAY, she won't do ANYTHING. We have to just wait for the two weeks to go away, and then she becomes human again!<br />At least Daddy-god doesn't get so into this Olympic thing, so he will give BELLY RUBS sometimes (I love BELLY RUBS)!!!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-29703770562362513752008-07-22T17:46:00.000-07:002008-07-22T17:51:49.819-07:00So what?So what if I like to go OUTSIDE (I love OUTSIDE) and watch over my backyard and lay down and relax? So what if I didn't go PEE (I love to PEE!) right when Daddy-god let me out? So why am I getting in trouble when I do go down the steps and PEE (I love to PEE) when Daddy-god tells me to come in? I have to PEE! And if I don't PEE, and wait to go in the house, I get in more trouble. So, Daddy-god should be happy that I go down and PEE (I love to PEE) before I come inside!<br />I don't understand Daddy-god sometimes! But, I love him!!!!! Oh well!!! Gotta run and go PEE (I love to PEE!!!)Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-4921304174215453942008-07-16T17:00:00.000-07:002008-07-16T17:07:40.380-07:00What fun!Well, I was happy for a little while. Daddy-god took the Punk Pup with him and didn't bring him home!!!! I thought I finally had Daddy-god and Mommy-god all to myself again!!!<br /><br />Then... the next day Mommy-god brought that Punk Pup home. What a disappointment. And he SMELLED. Horribly - just like the Pokey Place. And he had this big white cone thing that he had to wear around his head. Which meant that I couldn't put him in his place by grabbing his nose!<br /><br />I had to laugh - he lost his privates! I told him it would happen, but he didn't believe me! Ha! Now he's one of us! Ha!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-50865067494780933412008-04-11T17:27:00.000-07:002008-04-11T17:30:23.012-07:00Lucky Punk PupGrandma and Grandpa Craig have to come to visit for a while. Grandpa doesn't like me and the Punk Pup. And Grandma says I lick too much. I like LICK - I LOVE LICK - Mommygod and Daddygod taste so good, and I want to show them how much I love them!<br />At least Grandma plays with the Punk Pup, so I get some small breaks!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-71450773820693741632008-03-12T19:00:00.001-07:002008-03-12T19:06:26.396-07:00The Punk Pup is a year oldWell, it wasn't any great thrill for me, but the Punk up turned a whole whopping year old this past Friday.<br /><br />There was one good thing that happened - we got to eat CAKE and ICE CREAM all weekend. Not as much as I would have liked, but I LIKE CAKE and ICE CREAM!!!! And then we got PIG'S EARS - I LOVE PIG'S EARS!!!!<br /><br />Mommy-god says we're going to do it again for ME!!! She says I don't have a real Birthday, but since the Punk Pup is just 3 days before hers, I get to pretend my birthday is a few days before Daddy-god's!!!! So I will get more CAKE and ICE CREAM! I LIKE CAKE and ICE CREAM!!!!! I wonder how long it is until the beginning of June? Daddy-god's birthday is June 6th, so I will get my own Birthday around then!<br /><br />I wonder how old I am? Mommy-god says I'm about 8, and that I'm GROUCHY at the Punk Pup. Well, who wouldn't be GROUCHY around that hyper little happy go-lucky big thing? He won't leave me alone. He follows me everywhere and PEES where I pee! I love to PEE!!!!<br /><br />Guess it's time to let them know I wanna PEE!!!!!!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-10213737006366035682008-02-03T14:26:00.000-08:002008-02-03T14:30:12.390-08:00White stuffYou know, I like being inside. Where there are warm holes in the floor. Where there is soft cushions to lay on (even tho' we are no longer allowed to lay on the furniture - go figure). But, I am not allowed to do my business inside. I must go out in this freezing cold white stuff and do what I need to do. With the Punk Pup right beside me - I can almost not get my business done. Not only do I have to deal with the cold white stuff, I have to deal with it coming out of the sky, AND with that Punk Pup marking up my territory.Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-88491322921906653642008-01-21T19:19:00.000-08:002008-01-21T19:31:20.684-08:00Changes, changes, changesWell, it has been quite a while, but there have been many changes going on here!<br /><br />No, the Punk Pup is still around. That was one change I was hoping for!!!! But, the Boy is gone. He has moved to Georgia. Mommy-god and Daddy-god are not happy, but they're dealing with it better now. Dizzy cat was devastated, but who cares what a cat thinks!<br /><br />Even tho' I'm color blind, I've been noticing Daddy-god's sister has been changing the walls at the house. And things keep moving around. I'm confused! I HATE CONFUSED! And yesterday Daddy-god took away all the soft floor cushy. The Punk Pup and I actually had some fun playing in an empty room! Then today, some men came and put NEW soft floor cushy down - it stinks, but it's very soft and nice to lay down on!<br /><br />But, then - Daddy-god went and brought in new furniture! I thought this was great - it looks very soft and very cushy - and he and Mommy-god won't let us get on it! I'm CONFUSED! Why can't I get on the soft and cushy furniture? I was allowed to get on the old furniture. Just because I had to scratch it up to make it more comfy shouldn't make any difference!<br /><br />I don't like CONFUSED. So, I'm going to see what happens over the next few days. But, until then, I do have some photos that Mommy-god took! See, I even look CONFUSED.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2s6EsEmMwtX4CaIEI0bxTrkSwnwXO_BxF6TU0YHR8W56bYBOucTFh7gKs7P429jUA_bcvVli1DRkUToxNBLXLvKOTlHBroTA0J-lUTJVJKmV_HoLoXhCJlk0L8d5URdaLoubeezBliTmk/s1600-h/Bubba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2s6EsEmMwtX4CaIEI0bxTrkSwnwXO_BxF6TU0YHR8W56bYBOucTFh7gKs7P429jUA_bcvVli1DRkUToxNBLXLvKOTlHBroTA0J-lUTJVJKmV_HoLoXhCJlk0L8d5URdaLoubeezBliTmk/s320/Bubba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158136904101777026" border="0" /></a><br />This next one is me looking thru some hole that I can't fit thru. Only The Girls of the Catdom can fit thru this hole. It is another new thing that Daddy-god and Mommy-god has done. Now we can't get into the basement and eat The Girls' food. Very upsetting.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGIOGz6O-fNPOvh5jPnucZIONxSk5IkldpB4X6JHByy4EnKjR18ebeIHKxRA4be4R4etfZxnimuMBIXID3I_zs95wpZN7q4JqC9f652VO4WkV2lTktld4QFHcFEGx25E1uJCd9y7OMV-R/s1600-h/Bubba-Door.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGIOGz6O-fNPOvh5jPnucZIONxSk5IkldpB4X6JHByy4EnKjR18ebeIHKxRA4be4R4etfZxnimuMBIXID3I_zs95wpZN7q4JqC9f652VO4WkV2lTktld4QFHcFEGx25E1uJCd9y7OMV-R/s320/Bubba-Door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158137136030011026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />See, here is PROOF we could get on the furniture! Of course, Mommy-god was trying to get ME with the Flashy Box - but Noooooo... that Punk Pup had to get in front of my face!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQMQVB_RNAuMJEso5OSkH9QZj_bpownsTQC1VlpgiFnZBr8kVHKEK548jJDiP3mmJgqLyuwcLNMC_rCTLxoQD1FOgjA9R6-fSBIYgwdK4JZR2soGXrDEkZXyoo_OdncEHsIFaLDUGLY1X/s1600-h/Bubba-Photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQMQVB_RNAuMJEso5OSkH9QZj_bpownsTQC1VlpgiFnZBr8kVHKEK548jJDiP3mmJgqLyuwcLNMC_rCTLxoQD1FOgjA9R6-fSBIYgwdK4JZR2soGXrDEkZXyoo_OdncEHsIFaLDUGLY1X/s320/Bubba-Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158137797454974626" border="0" /></a></div>Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-55933170614574976102007-11-17T11:34:00.000-08:002007-11-17T11:40:49.545-08:00FINALLYWell, I don't know why, but Mommy-god hasn't let me touch the computer for over a month! She comes home from where she goes everyday, then sits right down and opens the computer, and I think I'm going to get a chance to tell everyone about that Punk Pup - and she starts doing her own thing! How selfish can she be? I just want a few minutes!<br />But, she's letting us each have a few minutes today! She said she has decided to close down whatever she does with the flashy box, and she seems really happy with that decision. We are too - cause she said without that second job she can spend more time with us!!! And then we can PLAY! I love PLAY!<br />And she says she wants to get back in shape (whatever that means - she's already a shape!), and she wants to start taking us for WALKS. I love WALKS!!!!<br />She says she only has a few more orders to fill of pictures, and then she's done and can take pictures of us again!!!!<br />Of course, that Punk Pup keeps getting in the way when she brings out that flashy box!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-36370048168693165712007-09-30T13:45:00.001-07:002007-09-30T13:49:14.425-07:00Sick Mommy-godWell, it's been an interesting time around here the past month. Mommy-god got sick and spent quite a few days and evenings with me and that Punk Pup just lying in the big sleeping room. That Punk Pup just didn't get it - he kept trying to play with her, but I kept growling and letting him know that Mommy-god just wasn't ready to do anything.<br />But, she's better now. She had something called new-moan-yah (hey, I'm smart but not quite that smart!) and she now says she has a skin yeast infection, but she's out of bed, and we can play with her more!<br />She even felt better and brought me and the Punk Pup some BONES! I love BONES!!!! I start out by licking them and then eating off each end, and then chewing up the middle! And we each had TWO BONES! I love BONES!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-36541115220724744862007-08-21T16:01:00.000-07:002007-08-21T16:21:32.150-07:00Wasting away to nothing!I can't believe it!!! Daddy-god left last night without feeding me and that Punk Pup! I couldn't believe it! He ALWAYS feeds me after he is done eating! FOOD! I LOVE FOOD! And we didn't get ANY!<br />So, a couple hours later Mommy-god comes home. And we told her, we really did tell her, but she didn't listen - that we needed FOOD! I love FOOD!<br />This morning I thought I would waste away to nothing! Daddy-god came home from work and asked Mommy-god if she had fed us... and she said no - They finally got it! Daddy-god gave us some FOOD! I love FOOD! So, I made it through today... but it was close!<br />(Even tho' Mommy-god had the nerve to say I could use skipping a few meals!!!)Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-90210917059831089282007-08-01T07:36:00.001-07:002007-08-01T08:06:27.239-07:00JAIL!Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!!!!!<br />Daddy-god and Mommy-god took us for a RIDE (I love RIDE!!!). We got to sniff air and FLAP our ears in the wind! (I love FLAP!)<br />Then we got to the PLACE - It was different from the other PLACE - but I knew... yes, I knew... we were going to JAIL!<br />This strange lady came out and took us away from Daddy-god and Mommy-god! And I tried to stay with them, but they just waved and said "good-bye".<br />And that Punk Pup was all excited to go with the strange lady. He didn't know we were going to JAIL!<br />They put us side by side in JAIL and we had to stay two whole nights and three whole days! We were let out into a play area - but I wasn't going to fall for that. I just let the Punk Pup play with the strange lady. I wanted to go HOME!!<br />After 3,000 YEARS, Daddy-god came and got us! We got to go for a RIDE (I love RIDE!!) and then we were finally home! Mommy-god was still asleep, but I jumped up and gave her kisses - I was so happy to be HOME! Then I went to MY PLACE under the bed! It felt so good to be back! I overheard Mommy-god telling that Punk Pup she was sorry we had to go to the kennel (I know she meant JAIL), because someone in her family went to the Bridge and it was an emergency, and our other JAIL was full (what have all these poor dogs done to deserve JAIL?).<br />She gave us some TREATS (I love TREATS!), so that made me feel better. Hopefully no one else will go to the Bridge, so I don't have to go to JAIL again!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-54375340965357676932007-07-26T16:49:00.000-07:002007-07-26T16:52:14.510-07:00Look at ME!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2043AYlaLcRNGDC9MXRjMDtkBgguPCCk46Is5TNf75BIRDaqa1O346AzgoABecaR63_h0KbtANWdYq6DKx79NTDLpmhrcwYlDr0C1ew0w1R8W0qCXTWammWrT414LxzRzKSyPxXvi9cCz/s1600-h/Bubba-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2043AYlaLcRNGDC9MXRjMDtkBgguPCCk46Is5TNf75BIRDaqa1O346AzgoABecaR63_h0KbtANWdYq6DKx79NTDLpmhrcwYlDr0C1ew0w1R8W0qCXTWammWrT414LxzRzKSyPxXvi9cCz/s320/Bubba-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091657532006335346" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy-god got out the flashy box and I was trying to go after the Punk Pup - and she took this picture! She says it's neat with the sun coming over me! I just know I wanted to get that Punk Pup! But, Mommy-god talked me into sharing this with you! Gee, I think I need to do what Mommy-god does - get rid of the gray!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-41078138789692651722007-07-22T18:18:00.000-07:002007-07-22T18:21:47.648-07:00I Love Food!Ok, I just have to say, Mommy-god is AWESOME!!! She was eating a thing they call a "HotDog" today (tho I didn't see any resemblance to a dog... it was just a nice chunk of MEAT! I love MEAT!), and she slipped me a bite of the MEAT! Right in front of the Punk Pup! And she didn't give him any! She said that she wasn't going to start that Punk Pup on god-food... but, she will keep spoiling me!<br />I felt so special!<br />And Daddy-god gave me a long belly rub tonight! Life is good!!! I love BELLY RUB!!!!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-2726237486367884672007-07-16T16:39:00.000-07:002007-07-16T16:42:53.133-07:00Top DogWell, Daddy-god just had to point out that the Punk Pup was TALLER than me! I can't believe it! That thing is only 4 months old, and he's already taller than me!<br />At least I've still got 9 pounds more than him!<br />But, I won't let him become Top Dog - I showed him! I bite his nose every chance I get!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-31581560497647099032007-07-12T18:24:00.001-07:002007-07-12T18:31:34.497-07:00Mommy-god Loves Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxwNK2EuJLjy6pv-G7noMLTDHmOlm4_aYvi_YXRqE-O2opxdcja4dDr5bq8AddhQ54EoYBsTb36dRPQeezJ8zoYh2WfIYMcwfYXYe9Gzpgs4y-4oo8mk9JrOnEjqXlHp1UHA-uUe_NDII/s1600-h/Bubba-Face.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxwNK2EuJLjy6pv-G7noMLTDHmOlm4_aYvi_YXRqE-O2opxdcja4dDr5bq8AddhQ54EoYBsTb36dRPQeezJ8zoYh2WfIYMcwfYXYe9Gzpgs4y-4oo8mk9JrOnEjqXlHp1UHA-uUe_NDII/s320/Bubba-Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086486332432871330" border="0" /></a>Mommy-god says this digital scrapbook page is about ME! She took the flashy box and got this picture of me and liked it enough to make a page about ME!<br />Daddy-god was gone last night and I was afraid he wouldn't come home, but he did today! But, I'm worried, he took the Boy with him, and the Boy didn't come back with him. I wonder if they put him to sleep... I don't want that! The Boy didn't like me much, but I don't want him to be put to sleep! That's scary! I almost got it before Mommy-god and Daddy-god saved me at the bad place.<br />I was listening tonight, and Daddy-god was talking all about the Boy being in an apartment - I guess he won't be coming home... Mommy-god said she was proud of the Boy, because he was going to college. I don't know what college is, but it made Mommy-god and Daddy-god smile big, so I wagged my tail and then played with the Punk Pup a little to make them smile more!<br />Daddy-god is going to the big sleeping room, so I'm going to follow him and get under the bed and SLEEP! I love SLEEP! I SLEEP a lot! Mommy-god says I snore, but I know I'm not near as loud as she was before she wore the breathing mask to help her breathe at night!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-85336565012919188562007-07-05T10:24:00.000-07:002007-07-05T10:30:15.321-07:00SickOh man, I haven't written in a while because that Punk Pup gave me a VIRUS! I hate VIRUS! It made me throw up - I tried to not do it, but I couldn't stop - and I threw up. At least I was nice enough to do it in the bathroom on the slick floor.<br />Mommy-god and Daddy-god were both worried about that Punk Pup, since he had really bad diarrhea. They decided to take him to the v-e-t, and when Daddy-god found that I had thrown up, he took me too! I got to go for a RIDE! I love RIDE!!!! But I don't love v-e-t.<br />And the v-e-t said that they weren't worried about the Punk Pup! Ha! Ha! He just had diarrhea - they were worried about ME! I felt special - until they brought in a pokey thing and pokied me on my back with something they called "EYE-VEE" treatment. I didn't like the treatment. But, I did feel a little better - I actually relented and played with that Punk Pup for a little while that evening.<br />And they gave us pills - and Daddy-god and Mommy-god both give us pills in CHEEZ! I love CHEEZ!!! I wish they would give me more CHEEZ!!!<br />I haven't thrown up any more, so I hope the VIRUS is gone. I hope the VIRUS just stays with that Punk Pup now! Too bad the v-e-t said we can't give the VIRUS to The Girls!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-20080252477847394612007-06-22T09:05:00.001-07:002007-06-22T09:11:32.550-07:00PLAY!Ok, I got caught! Daddy-god left us after EATING (Oh, I LOVE to EAT!), and the Punk Pup and I were left alone.<br />He kept pestering me until I finally decided to see what playing with a puppy would be like. And as we were playing - Mommy-god came home! I was excited to see her, and went over to the door to worship her - and then the Punk Pup wanted to play some more!<br />I didn't want to admit it - but I was having FUN! Mommy-god got out her flashy thing and flashed us a LOT - but we were having soo much FUN we didn't care! She kept gushing at how wonderful the "scrapbook page" (whatever that is) will be!<br />After an hour (according to Mommy-god), I got tired, hey, I'm not a Punk Pup! And we all laid down and took a nap! I don't know if I like the Punk Pup or not, but sometimes a good PLAY is FUN!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-17540476828521535612007-06-14T18:43:00.000-07:002007-06-14T18:51:20.288-07:00V-E-TFirst thing this morning, after I PEED (I love to PEE!), Daddy-god took me (and left the Punk Pup) for a RIDE! Oh boy! I love RIDE! And I had Daddy-god all to myself!<br />Until...<br />We came to the v-e-t. Then he took me on the LEASH and we went inside. I was ok, I knew the pookies had happened just a month ago, so I knew I wasn't supposed to get more pookies...<br />But, then Daddy-god handed another person the LEASH and HE LEFT ME THERE!!!!<br />The other person took me in the back room, where it smelled really scarey - and they POOKIED ME!!!! But it only hurt for a second, cause I got very, very sleepy, and so I fell asleep. When they woke me up, I had very clean teeth - and had one missing (they told Daddy-god it was broke). I was fuzzy for quite a while, but then Daddy-god came AND RESCUED ME!!!<br />He brought that Punk Pup, and I didn't even mind - Daddy-god had come for me!<br />And then he took me for another RIDE! I love RIDE! And we went home! It was nice to get home and curl up on the couch with Daddy-god. He told me I had to take it easy and that I wouldn't get as much food tonight as I normally do, but I didn't care - I was HOME!!!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-9324259786843016802007-06-13T15:23:00.000-07:002007-06-13T15:29:59.379-07:00Left Behind!<span style="font-family:georgia;">I can't believe it! They took that Punk Pup for a RIDE last night without ME! And they were gone for HOURS! What did that Punk Pup do to get to RIDE for all that time? I've been a good dog, Mommy-god has even said so - so why was I LEFT BEHIND??!!</span><br />Mommy-god said something about some Puppy Training Class - but I know they went for a long RIDE - and left me!<br />I was all ready when they walked out the door with the LEASH in their hands! I was so excited, I ran down the stairs to the door that leads to the RIDE - and Mommy-god drug me back into the house.<br />I cried, I whined, and she still left with that Punk Pup!<br />AND THEN GUESS WHAT!!!<br />Mommy-god and that Punk Pup came home and smelled like TREATS and FOOD and OTHER DOGS!!! Mommy-god tried to explain that they went to some Puppy Training Class at PetSmart - PETSMART!!! They went to PETSMART without ME!<br />I taught Mommy-god tho - I know she was tired when they got home - so I spent almost an hour OUTSIDE just sitting on the back deck, watching my backyard. She tried to get me to come in, but I ran down into the grass whenever she came near me!<br />Maybe next time they'll think twice before leaving me behind!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-38007959837279217482007-06-12T16:17:00.000-07:002007-06-12T16:22:55.402-07:00Playing<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Ok, ok, they saw it! I guess I'm in a good mood - Mommy-god keeps saying she's taking that Punk Pup away tonight for something called Puppy Training... so I'll have the house to myself! (well, the Girls will be here...)<br />So, as the Boy started playing with the Punk Pup, it looked like fun - and yes, they saw it - I joined in with the playing!<br />I TRIED to make it look like I was getting mad - I even growled a little, but I forgot to stop my tail wagging - and that gave me away!<br />Oh well, I guess it was worth it - Mommy-god gave me a TREAT! I love Treats!Nummy! And she even called me a "Good Boy!" I like it when I hear that!<br />Well, I'm tired now, so I think I'll go take a nap in the Warm Spot at the window!</span>Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-33782895106519390342007-06-11T10:46:00.000-07:002007-06-11T10:55:33.700-07:00Jail time!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I can't believe it! Daddy-god and the Boy took me to JAIL this past Friday!!!! Let me tell you about this place. It's HORRIBLE. You get taken to this place, where a STRANGER comes out and doesn't coo over you - but takes you to a CELL. A fenced in area that at least includes access to the outdoors - but you go past all these other barking dogs and then get slammed into this CELL! And no one plays with you. And they don't give you enough treats to make it ok. And THEN - they take you on the second day and CUT YOUR TOES!!!!<br />I've been there before. This time I think it was because I wasn't getting along with that Punk Pup... but they actually put the Punk Pup in the cell beside me!<br />What have I done wrong? Why was I being punished? Why am I not home with Daddy-god and Mommy-god, enjoying the comfy house and my area under the bed?<br />But, after only 2 days, Daddy-god and Mommy-god rescued me!!!! YAY! I was sprung! I was so excited to see them, I didn't even care that the Pup was jumping on them also! We were both just so excited to be out of that place. I pulled Mommy-god all the way out to the car and then let her know how excited I was by sitting good and panting by the back door!<br />And then we went for a RIDE back HOME!!!! And they OPENED the WINDOW for me to smell all the smells!!! I was so happy I panted and panted and smiled for them! (and ha! they didn't roll down a window for the pup!)<br />And then, there we were! HOME!!! And the big beautiful back yard! And I PEED all over that big tree!!! It was wonderful. I was so happy - I even played for a minute with the Punk Pup!<br /><br /></span></span>Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-25559654304127675902007-06-06T18:20:00.001-07:002007-06-06T18:33:30.507-07:00They caught me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTepu7hYs_n7bZsNmsE7FGW-3DsyCKC7w_BMdIHraqJiYLfXNt5rxQ3eTfkH9Mrpo0ByNdA8bQg_W5Mbdau9oBA3cq5hg0VIE8LPah-wJ9TYGPSiZYbzU5AfWDFzPhpvuFPWYM-96R_3HW/s1600-h/IMG_4401W.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTepu7hYs_n7bZsNmsE7FGW-3DsyCKC7w_BMdIHraqJiYLfXNt5rxQ3eTfkH9Mrpo0ByNdA8bQg_W5Mbdau9oBA3cq5hg0VIE8LPah-wJ9TYGPSiZYbzU5AfWDFzPhpvuFPWYM-96R_3HW/s320/IMG_4401W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073129225217411746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh man! I can't believe it! I was actually sleeping, and that PUNK golden pup jumped up beside me and curled up right on my behind!<br />Daddy-god saw it happen and got the CAMERA! I woke up just enough for it to look like I was actually ok about that PUNK snoozing beside me!<br />If you can't see it - I let Daddy-god know how I felt - I stuck my tongue out at him!<br /></span></span>Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070931902411048839.post-50059141842981059022007-06-03T19:05:00.000-07:002007-06-03T19:09:49.055-07:00That THINGI still can't believe that Daddy-god and Mommy-god brought that little PUNK into this house! He won't leave me alone. He follows me everywhere, and doesn't get it when I growl at him.<br /><br />The only time I have any peace and quiet is when I get out from under the fence - because Daddy-god or Mommy-god yells at that PUNK pup and doesn't let him follow me. Well, they might be yelling at me, but I act dumb and just go ahead. They can't run as fast as I do!!!!<br /><br />And tonight, that little pup actually stepped on my face! I was laying quietly at Daddy-god's feet, and that PUNK pup batted at me and walked over me, and stepped on my face! And who gets yelled at? ME! For nipping at him! Geesh!<br /><br />I've been so upset that I haven't even let Mommy-god give me a belly rub - and I love belly rubs! That'll teach her!Bubba Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931439091297230951noreply@blogger.com0