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Shut Your Woofer Orsa!

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:59:00 +0000

Takin' It Up a Notch

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:44:00 +0000

It's been kind of boring around here lately. Uh, yeah, Woof!

It looked like Bella may have needed surgery, but then we discovered she didn't. So now she's gone and ripped out one of her toenails. Does anyone else think this is ridiculous?

I think Bella should start her own blog. She can call it:

Dogonnit!
The Perpetually Injured K9

O.

Good News

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 15:28:00 +0000

I don't have to have surgery! I don't have to have surgery! La la la la la la. Woof! Woof!

I told Dad I was fine. And I was right. Bring on the rabbits!

B.

Moving Back to Normal

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 03:57:00 +0000

I spent Wednesday in the crate for getting a little frisky with the photo album, but who cares; I'm running again. I knew Dad would cave when I showed him how serious I was about wanting to run. I'm not limping so the leash isn't necessary.

He let me romp around yesterday evening, and then again this morning AND evening. I'm doing fiiine.

Dad is so predictable. It's funny. He thought letting me run yesterday evening would be enough, but when I'm hopped up on the smell of rabbits, I want 'em. I can't sit still. And what's a dog to do when she's feeling frisky? Fix lunch again.

I was careful not to touch anything else, just the photo album. And the tissues too. It's important to me that he knows I want to return to our normal routine soon. NOW!

B.

Stir Crazy

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 05:01:00 +0000

I warned her. "Don't chew that," I woofed. "Don't dip your nose into the trash can either. Dad's going to know it's you."

Did she listen? No.

Did she get what she wanted? No.

Did she make things worse? Yes.

We're going to be packed in stir for the rest of the week. I can feel it coming. Then when Dad does let her run this weekend, she's going to tear her ligament in half. Oh well. Sisters forever.

O.

You Want More of This

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 04:46:00 +0000

If you don't want more of this DAD, then you better let me chase some rabbits. My leg feels fine. I'm not limping. I'm not faking anything. I'm not in pain. Let me run. It's been five days already. You're making me crazy with this leash walking. Lemme go already.

B.

Glamour Shots

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 16:11:00 +0000

Our post-grooming glamour shots. The photographer doesn't know a thing about lighting, but our beauty still shines through.

Orsa

Bella

I Feel Fine

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 16:06:00 +0000

How long will this go on? Rabbits, rabbits, everywhere. I can smell 'em. But the leash . . . Aaah!

Come on Dad. Do I look like I'm in pain? I'm not limping. Everything's gonna be fine. Let me run.

B.

It's Fun to Run

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 14:06:00 +0000

Orsa got to run today. I didn't. I sooo wanted to though. I don't care about the pain in my knee when there's rabbits to be had. I don't understand what's going on yet, but I trust Dad.

B.

Anterior Inconvenience Ligament

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:26:00 +0000

Bella is hurt again. Which means I'm going to put on weight.

If she can't run and play, I can't run and play. When she's restricted to walks on the leash, I'm walked on the leash. It's going to be a long two to three months. That's how long the whole process from initial consult to full recovery is going to take. What's an anterior cruciate ligament anywoof?

And on top of the anterior inconvenience ligament thingy, tomorrow we visit the groomers. Ugh!

What's wrong with having dreads on my belly?

O.

'Nuff Said

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:05:00 +0000

'Nuff said? We think not.
It is incumbent upon us, the literary geniuses of dogLOG, to inform you that

"We're smarter than Dad is. We're smarter than Dad is. Nanny nanny boo boo."

Ahem. 'Nuff said.

Bella and Orsa

Non il mio film

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:57:00 +0000

The movie is NOT about me. Io abbaio Italiano, non Spagnolo.

B.

Missing Kitty

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 22:12:00 +0000

It's pretty clear to me where kitty went missing.

O.

Fetch and Flies

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 03:07:00 +0000

I had a great weekend! The weather was beautiful - just perfect for rolling around in the grass and yawning and stretching out under the sun. And Dad seemed to agree.

Although he didn't join me in the rollin', yawnin' and stretchin', he did play fetch with me several times each day. He seemed to have found his inner dog. He wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere or do anything. It was a growlin' good time. Then today came.

The temperature dropped, and darkness was upon us before Dad got home, which means fetch is usually out the window. But fortunately the field we play in has some street lights lighting things up. They give Dad confidence that I'll find the ball when he throws it; otherwise he won't bother throwin' it at all.

So, we had an abbreviated fetch session tonight, which is better than no session, and Bella spent the whole time doing her best imitation of a cow - grazing on grass and swattin' her tail back and forth to keep the flies off her backside, even though there were no flies around.

O.

HOWL-o-ween Horror

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 12:47:00 +0000

Gasp! I did it. I finally ate some asparagus. And the part I'm having the most difficulty with is that I did a trick for the treat. Scary!

I'm not sure why I took the stalk. I've turned the offer down hundreds of times before, even when I've been ravenous. And this morning, it wasn't just once. It was twice. I ate two stalks.

What am I becoming?

O.

Crazy Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 13:20:00 +0000

Check out the crazy dream Dad had.

He sure worries a lot. Doesn't he know I can take care of myself.

B.

The Neighborhood

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

We've lived on Dogbar Court for two months now and have made the acquaintance of several neighbors.

Jack lives behind us. He's a chocolate lab doofus - very young and dumb if you ask me. "Duh! Which way do I go? Which way do I go?"

Macy lives directly across the street. She's a little toy poodle thing who thinks she owns the neighborhood, but me and Bella are helping her redefine that assumption - not that we need to be in charge, but little dogs with large attitudes can be so annoying. Actually, she's not so bad. She just has to temper her excitement a bit.

Four or five houses down from Macy is Cletus and his new brother Husker. They're basset hounds, and Uncle Cletus - that's what I like to call him - brays like a ship lost in the fog. And the bass he broadcasts with shakes my insides like popcorn. I hope young Husker, 12 weeks old, isn't like that when he grows up.

Husker arrived two days ago. I gave him a quick sniff, nothing too close because I wanted to get on with fetch, but he seemed alright. We'll see how he develops.

O.

Snow!

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:26:00 +0000

Snow! Snow! Snow! Winter is here even if the calendar doesn't think so. Six inches of snow fell yesterday, and me and Bella got to run and roll in it a few times throughout the day. It wasn't for as long as I would've liked, but Dad wasn't prepared for the cold. He never handles the first snap too well.

This morning's temperature was an invigorating 26 degrees - Ruff! - but by the time Dad got home from work it had climbed into the high 40s. If it's colder than that I notice a significant drop in fetch time, which happens to be a lot harder with snow on the ground. The ball gets swallowed with a Whumpf!, and I can't ever find it. I try, but Dad gives up too soon. I'd get more time if he wore a coat.

O.

Asparagusting!

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 01:29:00 +0000

She eats asparagus in addition to barkccoli. That's disgusting, in an asparagusting way! Now her pee is gonna smell, and who does that affect? Me.

Why we continue to sniff each other after almost six years of living together, I don't know, but we do. Good grief!

O.

Coming Home

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 07:05:00 +0000

There's nothing better than the greeting Dad gives us when he comes home after a trip. Jumping up and down and twisting in circles while telling Bella to "Gitcher bone! Gitcher bone!" It's something uniquely and weirdly Dad, and I love him so much for it. I can tell he missed us a lot the past few days in Chicago.

O.

Chase

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:57:00 +0000

After five years Dad and I finally had a game of chase. It felt great to share that. I'm not sure why we never did it before, other than it seemed kind of pointless. He's never going to catch me, unless I let him, but he seemed very excited that I was interested in playing tonight. I think I may indulge him again.

He was laughing and barking at me with his "I'm happy, I love you Bella and I'm having a good time voice," which was very cute, until I let him catch me. We didn't know what to do at that point. The whole wrestling thing felt awkward, so we just hugged for a little bit, which is always nice.

B.

He's on the Computer

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:13:00 +0000

Dad said that me and Orsa can't have DogSpace accounts, that we're too young. What's he talking about? We'll be six in January! That's too young?

I think it's because he doesn't want to share the computer. He acts super alpha with it, like it's a bone or something. When we want to play, he's on the computer. When we want to go for a walk, he's on the computer. Bathroom time? Computer again. And of course, when we want to use the computer, he's on the computer.

B.

Purr-sessed

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:35:00 +0000

I don't know what's growlin' on, but lately, I've felt compelled to sniff and shred all the tissues in the trash. When Dad's not looking, I'm growlin' to town, and I don't give a woof how exas-purr-ated he gets.

Wait a minute! Exas-purr-ated?

This house is starting to freak me out.

I live on DOGbar court, as in dogs are barred from the premises, not like the sitcom, Cheers, where every dog howls your name.
I live in a house that smells like a cat.
The floor is made by Purr-go.
And my behavior is changing.

I think I'm purrsessed.

Pant for the Camera

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:59:00 +0000

The picture doesn't show it well but we're sitting on a little rock bridge. We can walk under it and on it. And you get a glimpse of ColoDOGo Springs in the distance.

B.

How Are We Related?

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Giovagnoni) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 00:17:00 +0000

Dad laughs at the most inappropriate things.

"Bella. Why do you have a fruit sticker on your tail? Ha ha ha!"

"Uh, hello. It's not like I know. I didn't I put it there."

And this morning he was laughing at Orsa.

"Orsa. What's that thorn doing in your nose?"

"Probably causing pain Dad. I'm pretty sure she didn't get the thorn in the house, which means she got it outside and had it stuck in there all night long."

Tell me how we're related again?

B.