What we were thinking...

" I'm an angel, can't you tell?"

"Hey, you're in my way!"

"No, you're in my way!"

"Stop calling my name mom 'cause Iii'm not looking...still not looking."

Standing guard at the chipmunk hole.

"Enough with the pictures already! Not everything I do is cute!"

My thoughts on the 4th of July

This week the humans celebrated something called the "4th of July". Yet another event that seems stange to me. There was lots of cooking on the big black thing on the back deck with lots of yummy smells. However, I didn't get a single bite of any of that delicious forbidden food. When I looked in my bowl at dinner, half expecting to get a little nibble of some of that tasty food, it was the same old kibble that I get every day. Completely not fair in my opinion. Also, there were these loud popping sounds outside all throughout the night accompanied by bright lights in the sky. I did my best to alert mom and dad of these threatening noises by barking as loud as I could and pacing around in circles. But all they kept telling me was "quiet!" and "sit!". They wanted me to be still and quiet with all this noise and distraction going on! I was the least part of the noise! Again, completely unfair. Afterall, I was just trying to make them aware of this impending danger. I will never understand some of the things these humans do.

Bad influence...who me?

The accusation has been made that I am becoming a bad influence on my sister, Riley. When she first moved here she was very quiet and reserved. Well we had a talk and I told her she had to work on it if she was going to hang with me. So maybe I've been coaching her on a few things.

For instance the other night, she came trotting into the living room with one of mom's socks she stole from the bedroom. Well the first thing she did wrong was get caught. She obviously doesn't know how to be sly yet. You should be able to get a good sized hole chewed before you get caught. We've got to work on that one. Another thing she may have picked up from me is destroying every piece of paper that's within reach. The rule is, if it's within reach, it's fair game. Kinda like that coupon she chewed up the other day. She got in big trouble for that too.

One thing she has mastered so far is the "ice maker hop". The technique is to run over to the fridge whenever you hear mom and dad getting ice and hop up and down looking very hopeful and happy. Gets you a piece of ice every single time! They just can't resist the happy puppy face. I'm quite proud of her for learning that one. I'm not a bad dog really. I've just got a few tricks up my sleeve. Can I help it if Riley's picking them up too?

These are a few of my favorite things...

Ahh a dog's life. Eating, sleeping, playing, sniffing...it doesn't get much better than this. Today I decided to jot down some of my most favorite things...which wasn't hard since everything is my favorite thing! (except a bath, not so much a favorite thing)

Tag's Favorite Things

1. Rolling in the grass, especially right after I get a bath (Mom hates that.)

2. Hearing the words treat, eat, walk, and outside (You have my undivided attention when you say those words.)

3. Chasing my dirty old tennis ball (This is my mission in life.)

4. Settling down with a good stick to chew on (Is there really anything better?)

5. Licking the dirty dishes in the dishwasher (Yeah, I get yelled at every single time but it's so worth it!)

6. Going for walks in my neighborhood (I meet lots of nice people that pet me and there are a bazillion things to sniff and check out!)

7. Riding in the car (It's always an adventure. I never know where I'm going next!)

8. Tummy rubs (Come on, you know you'd like one too.)

9. Running circles around the coffee table for no apparent reason (You should try it sometime, it's very liberating.)

10. Stealing and chewing on dad's socks (There's something about a stinky old sock that makes my day!)

I know it's just simple things, but it's the simple things that make life great!

A note from Tag's mom:

The inspiration for this post came from an email I got a while back. I deleted the email but found it again on this website http://www.lolin.org/ about half way down under Excerpts from a Lab's Daily Diary. This pretty much sums up Corgis as well.

People let me tell ya 'bout my best friend...

It's been a week since Riley came to live with us. As you can see, we've made some progress since that first day. It's sort of nice having someone to play with all the time. Mom doesn't like when I slobber on her while we're playing, but Riley doesn't seem to mind. It's nice having her along on my afternoon walks too. She scopes out one side of the street for interesting things to sniff and squirrels to chase, and I take the other side.

I guess you could say she's become my partner in crime too. We both got in trouble for digging in the dirt pile behind the house today and for trying to lick the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. At least I'm not the only one getting yelled at anymore! She's pretty ok I guess. So far, so good.

Heeeere's Riley

Hey guys! Meet Riley. I just met her yesterday and let me tell ya I'm not so sure about this whole sister thing yet. She seems to be getting a lot of the attention which I am not used to. But I've been playing tough and giving her the cold shoulder. She knows who's boss around here. Yeah, I'm a little jealous of her right now, but I know mom and dad still love me. Afterall, I'm the baby! And everyone knows I'm the cutest!
I guess there could be some benefits to having a sister. I get to eat any left over food in her bowl, more toys for me to play with(steal), someone my own size to chase around, plus I won't be lonely when Mom and Dad are at work now. Maybe I will let her stay. I guess she's ok...for a sister.

Happy birthday to me?

I have no idea what a birthday is but apparently I have one today. Whatever it is, I'm not sure if I like it. Anything that requires you to wear a funny hat like this cannot be good. And the worst part is, I hear this happens every year! What did I do to deserve this? Was it the cabinet incident?