The Personal Blog of Buppy the Puppy

I can retrieve. Today in the dog park I finally let my secret out; I’ve always known how to retrieve. I just didn’t think they were ready for me. Uncle Dan found me the orange balls, and I decided it was time to tell all.

Every morning we jump for joy

When we see you, boy oh boy!

Then we get our treat

And we think that is really neat.

On this special day

We want to say

Hey Hey Hey

Happy Birthday

To our favorite Candy Manz

From your number one fanz

The Los Olivos Woofus Gang

Mommis was away, but it was Joe’s birfday this weekend, and the park peeps, including Parker, Wendy’s special dog who was found in the park and rescued by Wendy, had a big party. Pam.I.Am Shakespeare, mother of Wrigley, the dog who loves to shower in the sprinklers, wrote Joe a poem for us and we all signed it.

And Pam also baked a cake with a dog on it.

The party was for Joe’s birthday, but it was also a big wet thank you for the treats he gives us every morning. And I mean Every. Morning.

Happy Birthday, dog’s best friend Joe.

This hotel lobby has three different sizes of dog treats for me, canine toilet paper, and USA Today to shred.

A dog goes on trains here and in restaurants

Sammy doesn’t usually let me up here, but tonight he was kind of mellow and I got to hug Mommis for a while.

Is that I much prefer to sleep NEXT to my bed. I don’t want to make her feel bad, but it’s hot.

She likes it when we wait for her in the window, I know she does. The only trouble is that table’s slippery, and every once in a while I can’t get off as gracefully as I’d like.