Cool app for pets. Pets next door.

My mom and I are really enjoying this fun app and I think those of you pals out there in doggie bloggie space whose folks own an iPhone should sign up for this free app where we get to be cool pets and be friends and make new friends from all around the world!




You really need to check it out. You can pick favorites, leave them comments, rate them with little hearts, post stories and photos. Here is my screenshot of my profile:




It's called Pets Next Door. Look for it in iTunes apps.

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Mom and me.

Life is good! This unique and special bond we have with humans!


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I make old look good!

My mom and the other human moved us into this ultra big house. Well we moved from small spaces in the city. After all the stuff arrived in this big moving box with 18 wheels, we realized that there was suddenly more space than we knew what to do with. (wanna know the interesting thing? The guy who drove the big box on 18 wheels with our stuff all the way from California had a fun sidekick in the passenger seat who was a real show Collie).

Anyhow, grampa and grambma gave us some really cool old furniture. Mom calls them ANT-eeks. She went bananas like I do for my treats over this one blue chair with the paint falling off of it. She said Grampa says it's a Louis-the-(something or other) time piece.



Well I don't care if was a ANT-eek or not, it is now a Albert-E-Hairless timepiece cause not only is it soft and comfy...but I look dog-garned-good on it!

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Hey look, it's me...on a collage!

My mom made my picture into a brush in the Photoshop! That's how much she loves me!



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Artsy fartsy me.

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Just wanted to say thanks

...to all of my faithful readers and new friends from www.dogswithblogs.com.

I really like having a voice...life gets pretty darn boring waggin ones tail and licking ones butt all the time. I live for moments where I can connect with other K-9's and K-9 lovers alike beacause after all, we have no neighbors! unless of course you count the cows and chickens across the street, but I don't count em cause they're no fun running away from me all the time. Truth be told, they don't know what they're missing! After all, I'm a pretty nice guy. There really is a problem with the communication gap between cow and canine. Why don't they answer me or understand my language? Oh well.


Anyhow, here's me all posing in my red pajama suit. Mom says all it's missing is the little feet at the bottom, but I think, sheesh! Aren't I covered up enough? Nobody can see my beautiful birthday suit under all this jazz! But it sure is warm in the middle of January. Till next time fur friends...


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Look I have no legs!

Just kidding. They're in there, somewhere. I love cuddling with mom in her favorite down comforter!

The importance of a good bath.

To my fellow canines,

Do not stress next time the humans take you to the groomer (or the backyard hose for that matter). Let it officially be known to dogs everywhere that a good bath is verrry important. For instance, you are more loveable to the humans fresh after grooming above all other times!
You will most likely never experince more hugs and kisses, and might even find yourself allowed up on the human's bed!



Yes, my fellow fur-friends, it pays to be clean!

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Saturday morning splendor.

I found a cozy little place on moms lap this morning. They should really make a "wordless Saturday".


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My paw got hurt

I don't know what happened really, but I kept having this itch and bother that made me wanna lick. And lick. And lick some more. Then I woke up one morning and I had to use only three of my legs to walk. Man that thing hurt so bad. Then my mom started to freak out. She put a gooey goo on it that was supposed to help but it only made it worse.

She kept saying I was gonna have to go to the *gulp* vet. I prayed, "please god in doggie heaven, let me get better". I even tried to run on it to show mom I was A-okay. But it started to get gookie and slimy and I knew she was ready to make the appointment.

Then a crazy thing happened. I got to go to gramma n grampa's house. Grampa E. is a real live doctor of the human kind and gramma E. is a real live edumacated nurse. Together with the help of my moms superb restraining techniques and the other human's strength,


I was sooner than later treated, dressed and wrapped up. I was perscribed antibiotics and had my dressings changed regularly and before you knew it, I was good as new, running around in all four paws again! I love my new gramparents. Because they must really love me to go through all the trouble. My mom says they're her heroes for takin care of her baby. Yep. That's me. My moms baby. What she doesn't realize is that she's human and I'm k-9 but shhh...what she doesn't know can't hurt her!