Posted in Dan Pochoda, dog blog, golden retriever, puppy

Freed by Uncle Ed!

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Ever since that Mommis woman who I thought loved me so much vaporized I’ve been having a boring summer. I spent most of the day in the living room behind the gates with the other boys and Trina, who are all older. And I hadn’t seen Leeloo at all although I thought about her a lot.

And then suddenly yesterday Uncle Dan took a picture of me behind the gate with Blu.

Mysteriously, the next morning Uncle Ed showed up and freed me — took me to the park to see Leeloo and Zena and Jackson Dog. I was so happy!!!! They were all there. Except Mommis.

I did manage to find out that Mommis is in Portugal, where they have wine, fish and oranges, and they swim a lot. I hope Mommis will teach me to swim if she ever comes home.

In the meantime, whoever found this Uncle Ed dude for me deserves a big golden kiss!

 

 

 

Posted in Dan Pochoda, dog blog, golden+retriever

Suicide Watch

All4dogsI’m on Suicide Watch. Which means I have to wear a leash.

This morning Mommis took all four of us (yes, we have Blu for another day) to the park with the reservoir and the ducks. I only sometimes try to swim there, because I’m on my electronic collar and it gives me a big vibration if I get too far from Mommis.

But this morning was the day after Easter, and the park was full of buffet items — leftover candy, cookies, and hard-boiled eggs from yesterday’s Easter celebration. It was a wonderful feast, and I had no inclination to listen to Mommis when she called for me. At least not until I had finished sampling every garbage can in the park and the stuff on the ground surrounding them.

Mommis was having trouble with Bruce, too. He wouldn’t come either. She thought he was on a sugar high from all the trash.

But actually, that was me. Blu always jumps in the reservoir, so when he jumped in I didn’t pay any attention. But then a couple of ducks came up on land, and Brucie started chasing them. I know he doesn’t swim, he’s very little, and he wasn’t going to catch them, but I thought I could. I went in after Blu. We were both trying to help Brucie, who stood on the shore.

Mommis, who’s a little hysterical, went nuts. But not about me. She was terrified she was going to lose Blu, who is Uncle Dan’s dog, and an only dog. She didn’t want to be responsible for losing him on her watch. He’s not exactly a puppy. Well, he’s my age. And Sammy was hysterical, on the verge of jumping in himself, although he doesn’t swim either. But he’s as hysterical as Mommis, which I think is why she likes him.

She looked hilarious running around the lake yelling “Blu, Blu” while I chased the ducks. I just paid no attention to her, especially after I realized I had already shorted out my electronic collar.

The park men were all around now calling me and Blu and saying we should be on leashes. But they didn’t look like they were going to jump in after us, so I didn’t see any leashes forthcoming.

Blu, however, must have gotten tired, because he abandoned me, came out of the water, and went to Mommis. Then she and Carol (mother of Jackson Dog) left to take all the other dogs to the car. I thought to myself “thank God she’s quit yelling and making a fool of herself.” But no, she left my brothers and Blu in the car with Carol and came right back, only now she was yelling “Buppy.” It was my moment of glory, as I pretended not to hear her and focused on the ducks as about six other women started calling my name from the shore. One woman called her vet to ask what to do. Another one called the Humane Society. Mommis would not have wanted her to do that; they could take me away and put me in foster care.

Mommis logged about 7500 steps — nearly three miles — just running around the lake yelling Buppy. I felt so popular and so wanted. But I realized we had already been at the park for two hours, so I decided to do her a favor and come out. Of course she must have thought I’d drown, because she had borrowed some treats from another person and immediately rewarded me for coming out with a treat.

Everyone thought I’d be exhausted, and sleep all day. I’m not, but looking at Mommis closely, I think she is. And how come she didn’t take us for a bath????? I smell. I hope that’s coming tomorrow.

 

Posted in ACLU, Chill Factor Clothing, Club E, Dan Pochoda, golden retriever, Kevin Pringles, puppy

A Famous Civil Liberties Lawyer Visits Us

This is Blu.  He’s a rescue dog, and he still has that worried look, as though life weren’t perfect. I’m a rescue dog, but I think life is pretty good.  I’ll tell you a little about me later.

This week, Blu is visiting us at Camp Fluppy Puppy. His dad is Dan Pochoda, who throws balls at us endlessly. He loves us, and he’s very patient with me.  Oh yeah, he’ s a famous lawyer,  but my civil liberties are intact, so I don’t pay much attention to his prowess. At defending civil liberties OR at throwing balls.
Oh, by the way, I don’t fetch. I mean I aggressively don’t fetch. In the ocean when they are all fetching, I swim in the opposite direction. On the hikes, when they are fetching, I try to cut them off. Or I run after a horse that is corralled along our trail. One time I ran around and around behind that horse, and I thought it was a lot of fun. The owner of the horse told my mom that I could have gotten kicked and knocked out.  Who knew? 
One time I ran into a big corral with lots of horses and an electrified fence. My mom had some student entrepreneurs from Club E with her and they were having a business meeting mixed with taking me and Paunnie for our morning walk. They looked the other way, and I saw my moment to meet those horses.  I think they didn’t like me.  Their front feet and back feet kept going up and down like they wanted to push me away. My mom’s student, Kevin, finally ran through a field of horse shit over to the corral to catch me. He was wearing dress pants and dress shoes, because he was going to a meeting later.
I tried not to let him get me, but he grabbed me. And then he got shocked going under the electrified fence. I thought it was pretty funny, but I think he ruined his shoes.  He didn’t smell good, either.