The Hybrid Connection

Good Week!

2011-03-24T16:33:00.006-05:00

Last week was one of the best weeks of my life, I think. First of all - we WON the Friday Puppy Photo Contest! Thank you to everyone who voted! (And also thank you to those who left a comment...that was so sweet.) Our award came in the mail today, so I am soon to have a serious talk with my mama about how we can spend our winnings. I would like a Bombers buffalo chicken burrito with extra guacamole on the side. For some reason, I think she has other plans that don't include the subjects of the photo, and if that is true, we will have our revenge plan handy.

We also got a care package from our dog cousins Tyson and Taz. They live on the Jersey Shore and are totally DTF and regularly GTL. Whatever that means. They sent us a load of goodies - squeaky toys (without stuffing), a new cuz, some bully sticks (which my mama cringed at, but are sooooooooo good!), and a whole bag of cookies! Patches claimed the dragon toy right away, and had the nerve to growl at me every time I went to ask him to share. That's OK because when he fell asleep, I stole it, gave it a colonoscopy and destroyed the squeaker!

Yes, friends...say it with me...WINNING!!! If I didn't hate cats, I might actually admit that I have tiger blood in me!

Help us win! VOTE!

2011-03-16T17:22:00.005-05:00

Can I talk about our mama for a hot second? For all who don't know her, she's probably the most competitive crazy person on the planet...emphasis on the crazy. Not only did she made us pose for this ridiculous picture, she also submitted it to a local blog written by a man who owns Bombers Burrito Bar and Wolff's Biergarten - two (well, three really because we have two Bomber's in our area) local hot spots. Every Friday, they feature an adorable puppy.

She wants to win.

And we want her to win, because I'm pretty sure that she will take us out for burritos and beer for being such willing participants and good sports for having to endure wearing orange braids and green beads until the perfect shot was achieved.

To our pawsome friends...please go to the Friday Puppy and vote for us!

We're in 3rd place - but it's not good enough, because there is no consolation prize. You can only vote once, so make it count! Polls close Thursday.

(Mama's Note: I'm 100% sure that if we do win - which is pretty slim - that I will not be sharing the prize with Sparky and Patches. They produce more than enough stink on their own without adding Mexican food to the mix.)

HULA members!!! Finally!

2011-03-10T19:53:00.008-05:00

It's been an interesting couple of days here in our modest household. First and foremost, Patches and I were inducted into the Husky United Liberation Army (HULA) by CEO and Founder, Meeshka, and we have the certificate to prove it! Sign, sealed and delivered! We feel very honored that we now officially belong to this exclusive club, especially since we are not of the Husky breed. I want to let all of the members know that Patches and I will continue to strive to be the very best faux Huskies that the world has ever seen. Salute! Stop by Meeshka's World to see our formal initiation and what led to our induction. It was a true work of art.

Pee S - For all who wondered, aloud or to yourselves, it took approximately 12 hours for the rice to exit our systems. And, it was tasty - which lead to some additional name calling from our mama. Someone send us a bar of soap to wash her mouth out with!

Reclaiming Our Blog

2011-02-28T11:31:00.009-05:00

We're ashamed about how long it's been since we've updated our blog. Please don't look at the date on the last post. It's embarrassing.

We've been hanging around, doing much of the same - eat, sleep, play, poop - although not necessarily in that order. I'm pleased to report that Patches' squirrel'ly behavior has continued, which means that I am most certainly the most loved dog in this household. He's certifiably nutty. His bark is ridiculous (I've always complained about that), he does these "zoomies" when you mention the words "dinner" and "breakfast," he plays with the water bowl and tries to escape the yard when we're outside. Yes, he still potties on command - but who cares?! It's only because he's a spindly little creature with no insulating fur on his belly! It's cold out there.

However, he's a major cuddle bug and will spoon anything and everything until the cows come home. While I like to curl up in a ball at my mama's feet (yes, under the covers), Patches will lay his body down the length of her, tucking his head into her shoulder. My mama seems to forget what a SPAZ he is in those moments. It's all "Patchy, you're such a nice boy." She's so weak. I should fill her in the next time I see him eating his own poop, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't get so close to his face then.

How can one think this *thing* is cute?! His fur can't even decide to be a single color!

Gag me with a rawhide.

Patches, the Destroyer

2009-05-19T18:03:00.005-05:00

A little known fact about Patches. He's nuts. When mama takes me out to go potty *alone* he loses his marbles and nothing in the house is safe from his craziness. This time he took his frustration out on the CD tower.

Hey look! It's in two pieces now!

Mama should know better than to keep such an item by the backdoor - especially since this is not the first time this has happened. She should also join the rest of the universe and just invest in an iPod since CD's are sooooooooooo 1990. (BTW - don't look to closely at her teeny-bopper taste in music. How many CD's does Britney Spears and N*Sync have anyway?! Good doG!)

Luckily, he took his jail term like a real man. No appeals to delay the process. He was awarded time for good behavior - but don't worry...I roughed him up when he was released.

Maybe this time he learned his lesson.

Bros for LIFE!

2009-05-18T19:18:00.002-05:00

The best part about this place is the sun spots that appear in the afternoon. They are the best! Being a black dog, I especially love the warmth that blankets my entire dogness.

Often times you will find Patches right next to me...

...and sometimes, he moves himself on top of me.

I'm not mean, I promise...

2008-12-30T20:20:00.001-05:00

...but it's hard to tell with this picture! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-24T22:28:00.003-05:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYPUP!

(Hey Maggie - - I think my beard may be longer than yours!)

We hope that everyone has a fun and fantastic Christmas holiday! We plan to spend the day with our mama (who tried to be sneaky by hiding our presents where she thought we wouldn't find them!), eating wonderful food (cookies!) and playing with our new toys (ooop...let the cat out of the bag!).

Tear some wrapping paper. Knock down a few ornaments from the tree. Be Merry! We love you guys!

Keep the Treats Coming!

2008-12-24T15:22:00.001-05:00

The weather outside is frightful - but inside it's so delightful! We've trained our mama well!

Where's Pandie?

2008-12-24T15:14:00.002-05:00

After weeks of trying to welcome Pandie into our little family - she had to be re-homed. We were kinda sad about it, but truth be told, she didn't like our mama too much. We didn't help much though because ever time our mama tried to work with the little munchkin, Patches and I would become really possessive.

Luckily, one of our cousins stepped in and gobbled up Pandie Bear! She's healthy and happy and getting ALL the (proper) attention she deserves. We're a little jealous that she has a huge fenced-in backyard to play in.

So, we're back to a two dog household and everything is as it should be. Our mama only has two hands, so she shouldn't really have more than two dogs. (We think the Brat Pack's mama is secretly an octopus!)

Holiday Card Pics - a sneak preview

2008-11-25T09:56:00.003-05:00

Last night was the worst night of my entire life. At least we got treats. Here is a sneak preview of what may or may not make it into our Holiday Cards this year! (There were literally hundreds of blurry photos to choose from.)

Get in my belly!

2008-11-17T12:21:00.006-05:00

Most people like it when my mama bakes things for them...but I have to tell you, for us pups, it's torture. Sparky had the right idea when he not-so-secretly sampled her wares some time ago - but it's been a super long time since Mama slipped and left something tasty within our reach. Until yesterday, that is!

See all those banana breads? I can totally jump up onto that table and make her start all over if I felt like it! I didn't because I'm pretty sure that Mama would've fashioned my hide into a handbag, and I have way more living to do. However, I did steal one when Sparky and Pandie went outside to go potty. I had exactly 3 minutes to steal the loaf, unwrap it and hide the evidence.

Unfortunately, I didn't find a very good hiding place for the yucky wrapper.

I was sent to jail, where I did the time for doing the crime. I didn't even pretend to be regretful as I licked the crumbs off my lips for about 20 minutes as my mom kept asking "Why Patches, why?"

Oh! My tummy!

If I wasn't a boy, pups and humans alike might think that I was in the "family way!" My tummy was huge and moved on it's own! I took it easy the rest of the day - partly because I couldn't move very well. I can't wait to see if my poo smells like bananas.

Vote in our Poll!

2008-11-07T16:33:00.004-05:00

My mama needs some help with Girl Puppy's name. We have three choices to the left for you to pick from. My personal favorite is Flower...she's black and white, like Flower the skunk in Bambi - plus her farts can clear a room.

Chiquita means "little girl" in Spanish.

Pandemonium (or Pandie for short) is a fab name for her, because she is so full of energy AND she looks like a panda bear in the face. (Edited to add: my mama has been trying this name out, and the puppy actually comes when she calls her...)

We just can't decide!

Our new sister

2008-11-03T09:39:00.003-05:00

Patches and I are proud to introduce our new little sister! She doesn't have a name yet, so we are all calling her "girl puppy." Girl puppy is a beagle/pekingese mix (my mama obviously has a thing for beagles, since we are all 1/2 beagle!).

Patches wasn't exactly warm and welcoming when he first met her. In fact, his bark - a high pitched woman's scream, I kid you not - scared the crap out of her. Um. Literally. As it does most living things. I liked her immediately.

Girl puppy is a bundle of activity. Patches was very sick and sleepy when he came home, but this girl is healthy as a horse, and is keeping us on our toes! We played so much last night, running around our house, that we all collapsed into a big heap on our mama's legs at bed time!

Yes, Patches is totally spooning me. Returning the favor, now that he's the biggest pup in our pack.

Girl puppy hasn't had a single accident in the house, and has gone pee and poop OUTSIDE. (She's a good pile pooper - no 360 degree poops like me, or the walk-a-thon poop like Patches.) She's also doing a great job going into her kennel!

If anyone would like to make a suggestion for a name, please leave a comment! I went two weeks without a name, and Patches wasn't Patches until a full week after coming home. I can't let that happen to Girl puppy!

We're baaaaaack!

2008-10-09T08:03:00.002-05:00

Lots of things have changed since our last post - over a whole month ago. (Can somedog please lick the egg of my incredibly handsome and slightly wrinkled face? Thanks!) My mama and pop have broken up just shy of 8 years together, and Patches and I are now living in another city with our mama. Of course we have been giving my mama lots of loving, in between barking at new sights and sounds!

We also found out that we are only .7 miles from the river! So - our walk has included sightseeing (and leaf peeping) along the waterfront.

I contemplated jumping into the water, but decided to sit and stay as told...the water is looking pretty cold, and I just had a bath.

Run dog, run

2008-08-28T18:15:00.002-05:00

Part beagle, part cavalier king charles spaniel, part race horse? Funny thing is, he's not even breaking a sweat...he could run like that all day. I get tired just looking at this picture.

I've found the fountain of youth!

2008-08-13T10:09:00.002-05:00

My mama came home with a new toy for me a couple of days ago - and since then I've turned into a completely crazy 4 month old puppy again!

This toy is grrrrrrrreat! It's called "Jolly Ball" and it's a soft plastic ball inside a tough outer ball, and it drives me absolutely NUTTY. Sometimes I stick my nose inside one of the holes and tongue kiss the inner ball, and sometimes I sit and bark at the whole toy until I go horse. This toy is evil and loveable all at the same time.

I even look more like a puppy! And, I didn't have to buy a jar of $1,000 face cream or go under a knife, or swim in some germy pool of water in a far off country.

Patches doesn't understand my love for this new toy, and that is A-OK with me - because it means I don't have to share. He does a perfect job of staying out of my way when I am rolling it around the house. Besides, he's still a crazy puppy and doesn't need that fountain of youth yet.

Not to worry - - we're simply relaxing

2008-07-28T16:04:00.005-05:00

Sparky and I are both pretty upset that our mama has been spending so much time at work, because that means that she is not playing with us. We're terribly afraid that our friends at the dog park are going to forget us (or find new friends to play with)! Even worse, when she is home all she wants to do is nap. Lucky for her, I am an expert cuddler.

Really. How can you resist this mug?

No one can...it's impossible. See? That's my mama's thumb going in for a stroke on my nose. (I love my nose stroked, and so does Sparky...I also like kisses on my nose - right between my eyeballs, actually.) My pink parts are just as pink as my mama's nail! Cool!

Now you come here and let me return the favor. I didn't step in any poo today, so my paws are safe. Besides, I saw you pick that M&M up off the floor and eat it. On a side note - now everyone can see why I was named Patches...

My Party!

2008-07-07T12:48:00.004-05:00

I'm one! I'm one! My vet lady told me that I am no longer a puppy, but my mama said that I would always be her little guy, even though I am the biggest canine in this house. Silly mama!

I asked my pawrents for a little brother, but my pop is a big meanie and said "no more dogs." I don't think that's really fair. Sparky got a little brother. I deserve one too. I did get a new collar and a new chirping bird stuffy!

Anyway, we did celebrate my birth in high style...

I posed with the traditional birthday hat. It was a little too big for me, but I'm not the kind of pup who relents to dorky displays of embarassment.

I starred intently at a Moo Tube.

And, I feasted on an Organic Frosty Paws in the dark (thanks to my grandma!) and used my own paw for balance, which every human thought was cute. You can't let a drop of those things go to waste, ya know?

Of course, I shared it all with Sparky. He did teach me all the ropes during my very first year on earth. Spark, you can thank me later by letting me win during our many rounds of bitey face tonight.

Pee S - Thank you to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday!!!! It made me very happy, indeed.

Birthday Party!

2008-06-19T09:49:00.003-05:00

Guess who is turning 1 year old tomorrow?

My baby brother Patches!

Don't tell him though, because my mama is planning a little surprise for him with some frosty paws treats and pressies. Because I am the big brother, I will show him how to properly eat a frosty paws...it's hard to believe that Patches has never had one.

My mama is a little sad that her "baby" is no more.

It's so hard to believe that Patchy has gone from this sickly and sleepy pup of 4 pounds..

to this handsome and muscular stud muffin...

Where did the time go?

Summer Photo Session

2008-06-09T08:42:00.002-05:00

These pictures were taken this weekend at my grandma's house. Afterwards, we went for a walk to the park, and ate ice cream at the riverbank. It may be 95 degrees, but we are two cooooooooool pups!

Frisbee

2008-06-03T13:34:00.004-05:00

I'm trying to teach my mama to play Frisbee with me. Of course, she is playing it all wrong! She wants me to try and catch it while it is in the air, and I say "no, no, no!" The proper way to play Frisbee is more like tug o' war. I grasp the side of the Frisbee with my sharp puggle teeth - pretend that I want to give it to my mama, then refuse and growl my cool gremlin play growl. Eventually, she'll learn.

Athletics

2008-05-30T09:28:00.005-05:00

Remember pups - - the key to a good workout is a good stretch, so pratice your doga!

Tether ball. Who knew that game could be played so marvelously by a pair of puppies? My pop held the ball and swung it around at our level, and Patches and I batted it back and forth. As you can see, we really got into it. Patches started with the trash talk right away, but my mama put the kabosh on that real fast! (He's been testing his boundaries lately.)

While I consider myself a great team player, I have to admit that I can be fairly clumsy. My puggle legs are short and I often trip over myself in the heat of a match. Patches on the other hand, is a total jock. He'd be first string on the varsity team, while I would be a bench warmer on JV. He's also fearless, and doesn't mind being stomped on when hangin' with his team.

Check out his awesome b'ball skilz!

Going in for the steal...Mission accomplished!

Moments after this photo was taken, Patches was ejected from the game because he received his 5th foul. While in the locker room, he got his nails trimmed.

Night at the Drive-In

2008-05-25T11:38:00.003-05:00

Patches and I took my humans to the drive-in last night! It was fantastic. We saw two movies: Indiana Jones and Iron Man. Now, I am an expert at behaving at the drive-in, but this was definitely a test for Patchy. This was his very first drive-in movie! My mama was a little worried because Patches barks at anything that moves - and sometimes he barks and howls just to hear his own voice. Crazy Beaglier.

He was actually really good! I think it was because we were hangin' out in mama's new car! (She got the Honda Fit Sport, in Tidewater Blue. The front seats lay flat, so we all snuggled in the back like one big happy family.)

Do we really have to wait until it's dark for the movie to start?

I was really inspired by Iron Man and his ability to fly. Then, I realized that I also know how to defy gravity as well! Look, I'm going so fast that my tail is uncurling! If I had Patches' helicopter ears I probably could've soared even higher...maybe even to the moon.

Naught is as naughty does

2008-05-17T21:46:00.003-05:00

This is why my mama calls ironic:

That's her copy of Marley and Me. Somedog in this household plucked it off of the bookshelf, while mama was in the shower, and ate it!

Don't tell anyone, but it was ME! Marley was a very naughty dog, but I'm pretty sure I could have given him a run for his money. I totally would've gotten away with it too, if there wasn't a chunk of paper caught in my teeth.

Sharing is Caring

2008-04-30T10:29:00.002-05:00

Hey kid...what do you have there?

It's a stick! Wanna share?

I didn't get this big dude's name, but he is one cool dog! His human allows him off leash as soon as they enter the park, and this guy makes a bee-line to the fenced in dog area in a flash! It's really funny. He's incredibly social and a great tug-o-war contestant. Plus, he always wears a fancy bandana.

The puggle grind

2008-04-23T15:55:00.004-05:00

It's a well known fact that I destroy toys. It really doesn't matter the shape or size or make or model...I will rip into it and take out it's guts. Then I will eat the guts and poop them out. It's kind of like that whole "circle of life" stuff that the Discovery Channel talks about.

Now, Patches is a chomper. I keep telling him that chomping down on something doesn't bring on the destruction. He doesn't care, and probably figures that I do enough damage for the both of us.

Let me show you what I affectionately call the "Puggle Grind:"

Place the toy (in this case it is a brand new flying squierrel frisbee thingy that set my mama back $9.99, plus tax) deep into the corner of your mouth. Bite down. And, grind like the humans do when they are stressed. I promise, you don't even need strong jaws! (Feel free to change sides from time to time...you don't want to wear down one side of your mouth because that will make eating treats tricky.)

In about 2 minutes, your human will take the toy you are biting, look at your handiwork, sigh, shrug and give it back to you since there's nothing they can do anyway.

Wordless Wednesday

2008-04-17T12:35:00.002-05:00

Just enjoying this beautiful stretch of weather we're having.

Our friend King

2008-04-15T10:45:00.004-05:00

Sparky and I took our human cousin to the park with us to hang out because he loves dogs, but can't own any because his mama won't let him. We try to visit him as often as possible, and let him take us for walks and stuff.

King is a huge Great Dane that we met just the other day. Believe it or not, he's only a puppy at 14 months...older than me, but younger than Sparky! King just loved our cousin, and slimed him a gazillion times with sloppy Great Dane kisses! (Our mama got slimed too, but she made sure to stand up when King came around for some love, so the slime didn't get all over her face.) I hope he doesn't have morning breath!

Look how gigantic his noggin' is! I think King may be bigger than our giant friend, the ever-handsome, Mango. He may even be as big as Kaiser!

King liked us medium sized pups the best and tried to trounce on us, in the nicest way possible, of course. Sparky does this thing where he barks in dog's faces to try to get them to play...he's harmless and you can totally tell that he is playing because he doesn't show any teeth at all (and that's hard for the Sparkster, because he has some serious jacked up teeth). Usually the other dogs (and humans) make fun of him...but every now and then one of the pups will give chase! Sparky runs so fast that his curly tail un-curls!

Here's Sparky pulling that trick again...only this time, we all ran after him!

Long walks = gigantic tongues

2008-04-11T10:18:00.002-05:00

The lengths of our walks is directly related to the length of Patches' tongue! The longer we walk, the more obscene his tongue becomes. I don't even know how he fits that thing in his mouth.

I tried to tell Patchy that if he listened to mama, and didn't pull so much on his leash he wouldn't get pooped out so fast. I mean, I could walk all day if allowed...because I take my time and stick by my mama's side...who let's fast it, doesn't walk that fast in the first place. Patches and me are a like the tortoise and the hare. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out who wins every race!

Oh, and I finally found this "Spring" that everyone is talking about! I don't know Spring so well, so I ate it.

Tag Team

2008-04-07T09:53:00.002-05:00

We saw our very first (large) cat up-close and personal this weekend! I don't think he liked us much. Patches was a howling fool, and if he wasn't there I probably would've gone a little closer and introduced myself.

A constant state of destruction

2008-03-31T21:24:00.002-05:00

Here is an example of yet another toy that it not puggle proof.

Other items on this growing list that died way too soon:

Loofa dogs, or all stuffies really.
Rope 'bones' (I can untie the knots)
Squeakers
Kongs (I keep them for a short time, but then just have to chew them apart!)
This thing was pretty much a joke.
And, this freezer chew stick was demolished, but not before I untied all of the little knots and ate the strings.
The fleece ball is only really held together by one tiny string, so once that was untied - fleece pieces were everywhere!
My mama thought this toy would last, since it says "hardcore" right on it...but they were wrong. My super scissor teeth broke through the stitching in about 3 minutes.
I had fun with the nylabone key chain, but soon found out that nylabone is NOT DIGESTIBLE.
Mama's couch.

Sigh.

My pop jokes that he is going to make me something out of real car tires, or Kevlar.

It's dog park time!

2008-03-27T10:40:00.004-05:00

Dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park

My subliminal messages totally paid off, because yesterday we got all harness up thinking that we would be taking another walk - and instead we went to the dog park! It was so exciting! There has been some speculation about Patches being naughty (like constantly barking, or running away) but he was such a gentleman to all the other boy and girl pups and their humans, and he listened so well to our Mama when she called for him. I was very proud of him.

Patches found his twin to hang out with too! Well, they are not really twins, or even the same breed - but they acted the same (CRAZY!) and had the same colors in their coat. Their playing made everyone laugh.

Wait...I'll zoom in for you...

I grew a little concerned when this little girl came in...I thought she was one of Nanook and Pooka's baby sheepies! I was only half wrong, she is a baby - and I was told that she definitely is not a sheepie, but a dog...a poodle mix of some sort. She was a snippy little creature.

We stayed at the dog park until it started to get dark. Apparently, when the night falls and we are outside, we turn turn into aliens! Just like our new so-called alien friend, Walter, who is being remade into the glorious dog he should be by the Brat Pack.

Don't be scared everypup!!! We're still the same loveable puppies underneath our glow-in-the-dark eyeballs.

Trapped

2008-03-26T08:58:00.002-05:00

Don't ya hate it when a pole jumps out of nowhere and snags your leash and won't let go?

I tried to plead with it, but I didn't have any treats to give to him, so he kept me trapped.

Mama. I'll just wait here until you can put the camera down and rescue me.

Sparky and Patches go to college

2008-03-24T11:46:00.003-05:00

Oh Spring! We love you so, even though you seem so scared to come out and play this year. The rain finally stopped on Saturday, so my mama harnessed us both up and we hit the sidewalk! Usually we walk around the neighborhoods in our city, but this time we were treated to a little reverse Sring Break and checked out the campus grounds of Union College, which is so close to our house, it's criminal. What a beautiful wonderland of concrete trails and mazes! Since we were reverse Spring Breaking, there was no one around, so Patches wasn't as crazy of a puppy as he usually is.

BTW, Patches got a new harness because he totally outgrew his old one! The kid is getting so big and strong...and his nose is definitely ALL BEAGLE - which is good, because most of the time we are tethered together on these walks, and he always seems to be able to scope out all of the pawesome cat turds and throw up hidden in the grass. The one thing he can not seem to do is keep his darn eyes open! (Please excuse my lipstick.)

Hey Patches!? What are you looking at?

That building behind Patches is the Nott Memorial.

The distinctive campus centerpiece, the 16-sided Nott Memorial (1875), is a National Historic Landmark and a center for lectures, conferences, exhibits and study. It is named after Eliphalet Nott, who was president of the College from 1804 to 1866, the longest tenure of any American college president.

Patches and I are both true re-blooded Americans, so when we are near an American Flag, we salute. Well, I do - Patches looks like he's about to take off with those ridiculous helicopter ears he has there.

We had such a great time checking out all of the nooks and crannies on the campus...hopefully my mama can break into (you didn't hear that from me!) one of their tennis courts so we can run free in a secured area. I'm just waiting to see Patches in action without a leash, because I have a feeling that guy is FAST!

Dogs Blog?

2008-03-21T15:58:00.003-05:00

Well...duh! It took a while for CNN to figure it out!

"Even your dog has a blog"

We get teased all the time by human friends for blogging on the world wide web, and we could care less. We've met some wonderful friends (our blogroll is growing by leaps and bounds!) and it's fun to document our time growing up with funny stories and cute pictures. And, let's remember - we don't roll our eyes when we see you doing some *questionable* practices that bring you enjoyment.

Glad we're on the same page! Ruff, ruff!

The Green Frog

2008-03-21T08:45:00.003-05:00

There are certain toys that we hold very dear to our hearts...Green Frog is one great example. It's small but durable - with a squeeker in the tummy, and legs that are stuffed with krinkle paper. Even though I love playing with Green Frog, Patches is particularly over-protective of him, and always gets into my space to steal him away.

I've got Green Frog, na, na, na, na, naaaaa, na! And, yum...he tastes like chicken! Give me 2 minutes alone and I will have this thing completely disected.

Sparky! Be gentle!!! I'm sick of you destroying every single stuffie and chewie we own...now, give me that.

Wait, I had that first Patchy!

It's a good thing I haven't had my manicure yet, which enabled me to get a good grasp on Green Frog with my paws.

Alas, my hold wasn't as strong as it once was, and Patches got Green Frog away from my manly grasp. Then in a show of brute strength (and a little humiliation), Patches bit me on my nose!

All's fair in love and war when you have a little brother to watch over. I let him get off easy this time - but I'm totally watching my back...some Beagliers can not be trusted.

2 for 1

2008-03-18T08:44:00.002-05:00

This thrills my mama more than anything...

A 2 for 1 deal.

Must...Kill...Socks

2008-03-14T10:11:00.003-05:00

Everyone knows that I have a long lasting love for laundry. It's warm and soothing and fun to take a nap in. Sometimes though, the urge to destroy comes into play - and there is nothing better than sinking your teeth into fabric!

Sparky and I did an excellent job of re-creating this black sock into something totally 80's trendy and wearable. Plus, it will keep our mama's hands from getting too cold (because she likes to put her cold hands on my warm belly!). Maybe we should be on Project Runway, because we are obviously showing the world we have mad skilz - just like our man and PR 4 winner, Christian!

Then, the sock attacked me and took away my eyesight!

That little game was not pretty, and without my laser vision I was one mighty clumsy Beaglier - walking into things and falling down. Sparky didn't get attacked because his head is too fat! That's what I get for having a pointy face.

Don't worry though, I sought my revenge and completely KILLED the sock. Yep. I totally sent it up to sock heaven. Now, I just have to find it's evil twin and kill that one too.

Beggars

2008-03-09T20:18:00.002-05:00

We're beggars. We can't help it. We know it is wrong and everything, but some snacks are too hard to stay away from...especially snacks you can smell from across the room.

It may look rude, but we are actually pretty polite.

Patches likes to position himself at eye level, in case our pop should miss his mouth suddenly! (This has never happened, as our pop has been feeding himself for about 210 dog years.) I like to stay back a little so I can pick up the crumbs that may fall...and fall they do. And of course, good begging takes a lot of concentration.

Chips are so tasty! We especially like the blue cheese variety because they smell like feet!!!!

My own nest

2008-03-03T10:17:00.002-05:00

Every weekend, my mama builds me a nice warm nest on the big bed for me to relax in.

Sparky doesn't get to experience these nests because he likes to eat socks and undies. Plus, he doesn't understand the art and concept of relaxing.

We're alive, I promise!

2008-02-27T13:23:00.003-05:00

I'm mad.

For those following the growth of Mr. A-Patch-y Earlobe, I can now show you photographic evidence that he is bigger than me:

Don't ask me to smile for the picture...you know I'm upset!

At 7 months old he now weighs in at 27 pounds, and growing. Which means that right at this second, we are also weigh the same. So, all of the snide comments (I'm looking at you Grandma!) that I, Sparky the Puggle, am "so heavy" can stop ASAP! I am now the small one, OK? You may have to give me double the treats so I can catch up to my supposed little brother.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2008-02-14T14:41:00.002-05:00

Lots of Love,

Sparky and Patches

Making up for the Writer's Strike

2008-02-08T11:35:00.000-05:00

Let me set the scene for you...

*Fade In*

It's dinner time. Mama's busy in the kitchen making her yum-yums. Patches and I are sitting under the table, keeping out of her traffic path and patiently waiting for something tasty to drop onto the floor.

Mama calls us over "Patchy, Sparky - come here! You want some avocado?"

She uses a spoon to taste the avocado herself before letting us have a bite.

She scoops out a spoonful for Patches, then me. Repeat until one bite is left.

Without thinking, mama then eats the last bite off of the same spoon that Patches and I totally goobered all over! Mama stops. Thinks. Makes a terrible face and spits out the last bit of avocado into the sink.

*End Scene*

(Mama's note: A dog's tongue is not only his wash cloth but also his toilet paper. Blech!)

Winter Walk

2008-02-04T10:42:00.000-05:00

I love nicer weather, because it always means "Walkie!"

Yesterday, after some serious harness adjusting (for Patches), we hit the pavement and began our very first 3-mile walk of 2008! At first, my mama tried to keep us out of all the puddles...but gave up after realizing that her efforts were futile. We knew that playing in puddles would lead to bathtime, but it was worth the trade off. Patches especially attacked them with much gusto - slamming 2 paws into each puddle for the biggest splash possible, getting me and mama every time!

Here we are checking out a cat in someone's yard.

We passed a store front, and Patches went absolutely nutty - - he thought there was another handsome Beaglier behind the glass door. Ruff, ruff! I had to tell him that it was our own reflection. Silly puppy!

Check out how incredibly dirty we are! Our bath water was black. I don't look as dirty as Patchy - but it's only because I have black fur...mama said we were both yucky to the max. But, we sure had fun.

The Game

2008-01-28T14:43:00.000-05:00

When Patches was a just a little teeney baby, he used to gather up all of our toys and sit on them so that I couldn't play with what I wanted. It used to make me upset, but I've figured out that it's a pretty genius idea and started using this little game in my own life, for my own advantage. If Patches complains, I can simply remind him that he's the one who taught me this trick.

This is a never-before seen baby picture that my mama just found in her camera!

Every now and then we get to enjoy a nice hard tooth scraping bone. I love bones so much, and my mama likes them too because they redirect my attention to something that I am allowed and encouraged to destroy.

This is me, hoarding both mine and Patches bones:

Patches fianlly figured out that I took claim to his bone and came over to investigate. He stood on the top of his kennel and stared at me for about 10 minutes before I looked up and gave him the stink eye.

Patches knew he was defeated, so he thought he would try to barter with me and brought over a chewed up Bar-B-Chew as a trade. Not so fast little one! I only take fair and even trades, my friend, and that corn cob is missing all of it's corn! If it was a new chewie right out of the package then maybe I would consider it. (Maybe, but probably not...seeing how I could just steal that also and lay on top of it as well.)

In response, I gingerly placed my free hand on my new bone, for added drama.

100

2008-01-23T20:48:00.000-05:00

Now that I am feeling better, I am going to copy my mama, and some other human friends with cute pups, and list 100 things about your favorite hybrid puppies. (BTW - my vet lady told my mama that I am no longer a puppy - on paper. She's really depressed about that, but said that I will be her baby puppy FURever.)

1. I have a white lightening mark on my chest.
2. All of my toe nails are black, except for one nail that is divided equally as black and white.
3. I do not like MEN with beards. I bark like crazy at them.
4. I officially have 2 kennels - a soft one and a steal bar one. I hated the soft one.
5. Patches swallowed all but 2 of his baby teeth.
6. I taught Patches how to do the 360 degree poop, so our backyard is even more full of land minds!
7. Patches kisses my eyeballs all the time.
8. I have a curly tail that only uncurls when I fall asleep.
9. When we think we are being particularly good, we will sit by our treat drawer.
10. Patches pee's on command when you say the word "Potty."
11. When I stand up on my hind legs, I toot.
12. That toot is often loud.
13. I get called "stinky piggy" all the time.
14. I have both of my dew claws.
15. Patches' dew claws were amputated before my mama found him.
16. We wear matching collars in similar colors - but not the same exact collar.
17. We have collars for every season, and most holidays.
18. A stuffie lasts about 24 hours, tops, in our house.
19. I am the one who destroys it.
20. I also destroy all of our chewie toys too.
21. I have super strong teeth!
22. Patches puts his nose up my butt every morning.
23. Patches goes into his kennel every night without issue.
24. I whine, unless my mama gets on her hands and knees and sticks her head into my kennel, and holds my face and puts her forehead on my forehead and tells me in a soothing voice "Sparky, lay down and go to bed."
25. We each get an apple treat each time we get into our kennels.
26. We know when mama says "Kennels!" that it is time to settle in for the day/night.
27. I win every game of tug-of-war. (see #21)
28. Patches always out runs me during a game of fetch.
29. Patches has a couple of black pads on his paws.
30. We both love playing with my pop's remote control helicopter.
31. Patches is fast enough now that he can jump and catch the helicopter in the air.
32. Patches doesn't chew his food.
33. He knows better than to try to take from my bowl.
34. He will patiently wait until I am finished to check for any leftovers. I check his bowl as well, because you never know!
35. We both love vegetables.
36. (but) Patches especially likes lettuce.
37. We have to wait at the bottom of the stairs until my mama says "OK" after coming in from outside.
38. I am the only pup in this family allowed off-leash.
39. Neither of us are allowed out of our kennels while the humans are away at work or play, because mama said we are untrustworthy. Whatever mama!
40. Me and Patches like to sit under the desk by the space heater in the winter.
41. Patches immediately settles down and goes to sleep when you put a blanket loosely over his head.
42. When my mama lays down on the couch, I nap on her chest, while Patches cuddles between her legs.
43. I go nutty when I hear "Wanna go bye-bye car?"
44. Patches goes nutty when he hears the word "breakfast."
45. We miss Suki and Joey - as their blog was one of the first we ever read.
46. I destroyed my mama's couch by biting 2 holes - 1 in each arm - and digging out all of the stuffing while she was in the shower.
47. Patches has not destroyed a single shoe in his life.
48. I've destroyed about 10 pairs.
49. We've both destroyed dozens of pairs of underwear!
50. I love going on long, long walks.
51. Patches and I are both 1/2 beagle.
52. Patches has actually grown taller than me at the current moment, even though I have 5 pounds on him.
53. My favorite room in our apartment is the bathroom, because it's full of tasty goodies hidden in kleenex.
54. When my parent's eat dinner, I sit so quietly on the chair that I sometimes fall asleep.
55. Patches never sits quietly, and his often in banished to his kennel or kept behind a gate because he will try to taste their food.
56. Ice cream is my favorite food of all time.
57. I watch TV, and not just Animal Planet.
58. My grandma's voice causes my "lipstick" to come out.
59. Neither me nor Patchy can become fathers...sorry ladies.
60. Patches' ears are so long that they can almost wrap around his entire head!
61. My favorite show off trick is roll over.
62. Patches doesn't listen very well, but he has a great recall and excellent sit/stay.
63. Patches shivers when his feet get wet.
64. We have never met a cat in real life.
65. Patches had kennel cough when he first came home as a baby.
66. Patches has the following nicknames: Patchy, Patch-man, Patchy-poo and Patchwork Quilt.
67. I have the following nicknames: Sparky boy, Sparkplug and Sparky-barky.
68. Patches does not walk well on a leash. He pulls like crazy and has to wear a funny harness.
69. Sweaters suck.
70. Patches has reversable ears - one side is black, and the other is brown.
71. I attack falling snow.
72. Patches loves to dig in snow or sand.
73. We got to bed every night at 10:00pm.
74. We wake up every morning at 6:59am.
75. Patches starts to loose steam at 9:30 and often falls alseep on the couch before bedtime.
76. I love bathtime!
77. My chin is starting to turn gray even though I am only a year old.
78. I have human-like armpits.
79. Patches no longer fits into his winter sweater, which was big on him only a month ago. 80. I like to dance around on my hind legs.
81. Patches has black whiskers on the right side of his face, and white whiskers on his left side. (My Pop has known this for a long time, but my Mama just figured this out!)
82. Patches throws his whole body into his barks and bays.
83. I am so glad that we joined DWB last year!
84. Patches likes hot sauce.
85. When my parents got back from vacation last year, a bottle of tequila leaked in their luggage and I took it upon myself to roll around in the clothes.
86. My mama allows me to lick the left over milk from her cereal bowl in the morning.
87. On my pet sheet at the vet, it says that I have a malformed jaw due to my overbite.
88. My awesome overbite allows me to smile, with teeth.
89. Patches hides from birds.
90. I am afraid of the spin cycle from the washing machine.
91. Patches likes to stretch his body out on people.
92. My mama makes us run up and down the stairs at night to tucker us out and get out blood flowing.
93. Patches can not sleep without one of his too-small beds in his kennel.
94. When I sit on my hind legs, all of my fat and rolls gather around my hips.
95. Patches is obsessed with my jowls.
96. Our favorite treats are dried apples wrapped in dehydrated chicken strips. Yum!
97. I love my Furminator, even though it doesn't take a whole lot of my fur. (I don't shed much.)
98. I can't wait for summer so that I can get my pool filled.
99. I become entraced when I hear my mama's heart beat.
100. Patches and I are best friends, and brothers.

We challenge our DWB friends to come up with 100 things about them too! (Some of your pawrents have already participated!) BTW - this took me 3 days to complete.

My brother is sick, as a dog

2008-01-22T11:21:00.000-05:00

Sorry we haven't updated in some time...it's been a war zone at our house, and I've been trying to stay out of the way. Sparky was terribly sick this weekend - making all kinds of messes everywhere.

It started Friday evening, right before our Mama came home from work. I heard all these strange noises coming from his kennel (our kennels are separated by a chair so we can't see each other and cause trouble). The, I smelled some serious yuckiness. When Mama walked in, she said "oh no...I smell poo. Ahhhhh! Liquid poo!!!!" She then ushered us outside to do our business, which included Sparky making a mess on the sidewalk. Gross!

As soon as Sparky crossed the threshold, he puked.

(Kat's Note: If I didn't see him actually vomit, I would've thought it came out of the other end. It stunk sooooooooo bad. Poor little guy.)

Even worse, as Mama was picking it up she was gagging all over the place, and I thought that I, Patches the Beaglier, would have to call my Pop for backup! As soon as Mama turned around to compose herself, Sparky poo'ed watery stuff again.

Sparky wasn't allowed to play at all that night, as my Mama had to hold him. Everytime someone took their eyes off of him he would get sick in the corner. On Saturday, he started to poo blood, so Mama packed him up and took him to the vet lady. She was terribly worried. The stole some of Sparky's blood and put a spoon up his rear and did some tests. Sparky (and I, by proxy) were put on a white rice diet.

All's better now, and Spark's test came back as normal. Thank goodness. Life is just so much more fun when my brother isn't a sickie.

Whew!

2008-01-15T11:59:00.000-05:00

What a weekend we had! Patches and I are still recovering, as are Mama and Pop!

Our parents went to a wedding in Pittsburgh this weekend, and Patches and I went to the Pet Lodge for a little vacation. We had such a great time. Mama packed up our kibble, some toys - including our Kongs - and a bag full of tasty treats for us to enjoy while we were there. The best part...we got to attend Doggie Day Care every day we were there!!! (Patches even got to go this time, because he no longer has his balls, and is perfectly healed!)

I like Doggie Day Care, but not as much as Patches. That boy just loves to play with all kinds of dogs - big ones, little ones, stinky ones...it doesn't matter. He ended up sleeping like a log. I am a little more reserved, and stick to pups who are my size however I still had a blast.

I feel a wee bit sad for my mama though, because we didn't even say a proper goodbye to her when she dropped us off last Thursday. We were too distracted by the play equipment waiting for us. I'm sure she was crushed. I missed her so much though, and smothered her with love when she came home.

We've been sleeping like champions ever since!

Oh, How I've Grown!

2008-01-06T20:35:00.000-05:00

Me, at 8 weeks old:

Me, today at 6 months old:

Mama says I'm all legs! (If you look closely you can see my scar. Sniff.) I'm finally growing into my ears! I also have more brown on my face and around my eyes, and more patches on my - et' hem - groin.

Looks as thought I will never lose that darn Hitler 'stache...

Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008

2007-12-31T18:00:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year to everypup!

Sorry we haven't been around - Patches had his manly bits removed, and it's been quite an experience here for the humans trying to keep us separated, and keep Patches from running and jumping. So far, he hasn't had to wear the collar, even though he can totally reach his wound! (I could never reach mine, since I had, and still have, a little belly chunk in the way.)

I think it would be fun to recount the year, and all the adventures I had along the way. I also think that everypup should play this game...so if you are reading this, consider yourself tagged!!!!!

January - I met every human in my new family.

February - I learned how to poo in the snow and started blogging!

March - I was neutered, which was a breeze, celebrated with a huge bone, and learned that I like asparagus.

April - I became a back-up dancer for the Howling Jowls, destroyed some bunny ears, and graduated puppy class!

May - Someone destroyed my Mama's couch, I gave instructions on how to Party like a Rock Star, and introduced my beloved Black Dog.

June - My pop and I were almost attacked by a pack of Pitt Bulls (we weren't hurt), and I ate Frosty Paws for the very first time.

July - I celebrated July 4th by noshing on a marshmallow, and ran for Mayor without even knowing!

August - Patches arrived!!!!

September - I celebrated my birthday, and in a totally unrelated act, snuck some of my mama's cake. Patches and I also mastered the "dual-leash."

October - We went camping and hung out by the fire, and ran off-leash for a while....and, we were forced to dress up in silly costumes.

November - I ate my mama's Ocean's 11 DVD, but as Sophie LaBrador pointed out - I didn't eat the faces of the mega-stars. See, I'm not that naughty.

December - Merry Christmas!

Patches goes to work

2007-12-21T11:43:00.000-05:00

This morning I was rejected for the very first time.

It hurt like crazy, zipping right through my fragile heart!

Bright and early, Sparky and I packed up our things and headed off to Doggie Day Care for the day, while Mama went to work and Pop went to the Casino to hang with some buds. Because I am 6 months and 1 day old, and not neutered yet (whatever that means!), I was told that I could not stay. Mama tried to get them to bend their rules, since I am getting neutered next Friday, but they didn't budge. Sparky got to stay, but I had to go.

But that's OK, because I get to hang out with Mama at her work! I've been really busy sniffing all the corners and barking at everyone who walks in the door. I'm like, the official mascot of the office! Mama made me a bed out of a box and her coat and I took a little nap right under her desk.

This afternoon I am going to help everyone with their lunches. After all, I have to make sure that their sandwiches are fit for human consumption now that I am in charge of keeping all these people safe and sound. I can't wait to tell Sparky all about my day...he's going to be so jealous!

Today is my Gotcha Day!

2007-12-20T12:50:00.000-05:00

1 year ago today (at around 3:00pm, EST) I was found by my mama. I'm going to do something a little different today, and let my mama tell you all the story of my homecoming...

Last year, on December 20, I woke up and announced to Nathan (Sparky's Pop) that I would be getting a dog that day. We had had the discussion for about a year, and I was always shot down - but that day I was not taking no for an answer. That day began a 10 day vacation from work, so I had the time to spend with a new dog to get them accimated into our world. Of course, Nathan did not believe that I would be so bold.

I had no idea what kind of dog I wanted, except that I did want a puppy - - I just sort of felt that the dog would pick me and not the other way around. I visited the local animal shelter and played with a couple of the dogs there (not puppies), but none of them felt right. I spoke with the staff at the shelter and they explained that there was a waiting list for puppies, and that they don't receive them often. After careful consideration, I made my way to one of the pet stores. (I have gotten some negative feedback from some about purchasing a dog through a pet store, but that is a choice I made that worked for us.)

I peaked inside the kennels and this little black dog with soulful eyes peered back at me. I immediately knew that I had to visit with him. This puppy was the most hugable dog I have ever had the pleasure to meet. He kissed my cheek and nuzzled into my neck, and when I put him down he immediately wanted to be picked up again. His birthday is September 29 - which is the anniversary of Nathan and my first date! I knew right then that I would be walking out with this dog!

After the paperwork was completed, and I was several hundred dollars lighter, the little black dog and I walked out through the mall to my car in the parking lot. Of course, we stopped for every person who asked if they could pet him, and like a champ the puppy allowed it and welcomed it! Since our home was ill-equiped for an animal, I stopped by my sister's house and had her dog sit, while I did a little shopping. She and her children were thrilled that I had gotten a dog and were happy to play and cuddle our new addition.

I stocked up on food, treats, bowls, bedding, a kennel, collars and leashes and toys of all kinds - all before calling Nathan to tell him what I was coming home with! When I finally got around to telling him, he didn't believe me. We made plans to meet for dinner at a restaurant, but before I left I took a picture of our new baby, so he would know that I was not joking.

This is the shot I showed him during dinner...and have never looked back. Our little black dog was officially named two weeks later. (Yes, it took us that long!) Sparky gave unconditional love from DAY ONE. I can not imagine life without our little fellow.

Thanks Mama!!!

Dear Santa Paws

2007-12-19T13:47:00.000-05:00

Dear Santa Paws,

I am sorry that I barked at you the other day when we attempted to have our pictures taken with you, but I do have to protect my mama. I hope you understand. I am so very excited right now because this is my first ever Christmas! I've been so good - - as good as a 6-month old puppy can be. I've kept *my* destruction contained to dog toys and bones, and not the livingroom couch like another pup I know. Overall I have been a loving, playful and attentive puppy, so I am hoping that you may grant me a couple of requests for Christmas...

Santa, please keep all of our DWB friends in your heart over this Christmas season. Some have lost family members, while others have gained. There are a couple in particular who are going through some tough times - so just look over them for me. If you could send them some hugs, that would be wonderful. If you need any extra drool - let me know and I'll make some for you!

Please send me 8 extra pounds so that I will be as big as Sparky. We are already the same height, but I need the poundage, so I can knock him over and pin him down.

Please teach my mama how to use her camera without the flash.

I would really like one of these for Christmas. Sparky tells me that the water in the toilet is tastier than the water in our dishes, but the bathroom door is constantly closed, and this would be a pawesome compromise.

Thank you Santa Paws!!! Merry Christmas!

Patches, the Beaglier

Torture

2007-12-19T09:38:00.001-05:00

My mama made hundreds of these torture devices.

All they do is stare at me, and I am not allowed to approach at all. Kibble just doesn't compare.

(You can click here to view all of the recipes!)

Run Free Thrawn, Run Free

2007-12-14T15:20:00.000-05:00

RIP Thrawn from your buddies, Patches and Sparky. We will miss you - but know that you are in a place where you can run free of pain. Please send your puppy hugs and kisses to Maryann and the rest of the Brat Pack.

Patches' neuter is scheduled

2007-12-12T13:38:00.001-05:00

I try to be the best brother I possible can be to Patches...but sometimes he's just so hard to handle. Lately, he's been bugging me so much - grabbing my precious jowls with his sharp baby toofers and poking me in the eyeballs with his paws! It's all the additional testosterone. Which is why mama finally made an appointment to get his man tumors taken out!

Luckily, the pup will be able to fully enjoy Christmas before going under the knife. Unfortunately, his New Year may start out a little...empty. Patches' appointment is December 29.

Of course, when he is under the weather it also means that I have to behave as well. Hopefully Patches will be a little calmer than I was when I got out of surgery. I also hope that if he gets one of these, that I get one too because it's best to not play favorites.

I tried to fill him in on all the nasty details, but he paid me no attention. Can you blame him?

Tag!

2007-12-10T09:12:00.000-05:00

I received a tag from Stella, the Queen of Gooberville and baby sister of our favorite Goober, Stanley to tell everyone 8 facts about myself! This is my first tag ever!

First off...here are the rules: List eight ( 8 ) random facts about yourself. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them). Let them know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.

1. I'm a pup with four colors - white, brown, black and PINK! My belly has very little fur on it, so all you see is pink baby skin. Oh, and the brown parts are only on my face and bum! The great doG in heaven was being silly when he colored me.

2. I immediately settle down and take a nap if you put a blanket over my head.

3. I do not chew my food. My mama saw the evidence when I threw up a whole carrot she gave me.

4. I wait for Sparky to soften up his piggy skin roll treat, then I steal his and claim it as my own.

5. I can potty on command, which my mama and pop learned the hard way! They kept saying "Patches, do you need to go outside to go potty?" and I would squat and potty right there - on the couch, the floor, the bed - it didn't matter. It seriously took them a week to figure that out!

6. My bark sounds like a woman's scream. I think I could give Tadpole a run for his money in the sound department.

7. I'm being enrolled in Puppy Day Care for socialization, since I bark at every human and animal that moves. (I'm no longer allowed to go to PetSmart due to my excessive hyperactivity - mama's rules, not PetSmart's. She said I sound like an abused puppy and people come running to make sure I'm OK.)

8. My breath smells really bad, because I am finally losing all of my teeth.

Now for the tagging....baby Pinot, Joey, Toby, Balbao, Ozzy, Poppy, Gwen, and finally - Petra. Don't let me down guys (and gals)!

Chocolate is my crack

2007-12-03T20:05:00.000-05:00

Dogs are not allowed to eat chocolate. Chocolate contains theobromine. A naturally occurring stimulant found in the cocoa bean, theobromine increases urination and affects the central nervous system as well as heart muscle. While amounts vary by type of chocolate, it's the theobromine that is poisonous to dogs. Granted, we dogs have to eat a large portion of chocolate to get sick, but like humans - once we taste the stuff, we want MORE.

I have never had a taste of chocolate. But, I do smell it all the time.

These are my treats:

These are my mama's:
They both look totally yummy - similar color, cool shapes. But let me tell you, her peanut M&M's make me drop whatever I am doing so I can get a fix! I come running when I see or hear her stick her hand in that bag. And luckily my mama will blow some of her chocolate'y peanut breath my way. It's heaven. It's also teasing...but it's better than nothing.

Since eating her treats would make us sick, she makes sure to put them where Patches and I can not even possibly reach. Sigh. It's tough being a pup.

Hybrid Photo Shoot

2007-11-25T20:22:00.000-05:00

Yesterday began the never-ending quest for a very special Christmas Card photo. This new project is driving me BATTY!!! If it weren't for all the yummy treats, I would totally be packing my bags.

Out of 218 pictures (all with a flash, I might add), only 3 are even worth showing. Why? Because Patches will not sit still! He's blurry in almost every single one of them! I think it would be perfectly OK to use the pawsome shot of me alone, but mama did not agree. She said we can't leave Patchy out. Whatever.

The most perfect picture of all. Right?

See...blurry Patches ruining my shot.

A good one of Patches, finally.

Thanksgiving Thanks

2007-11-22T18:22:00.001-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving to everypup and their human caregivers!!!

As I approach the anniversary of my "gotcha day" (December 20!), I remember everything that I am especially thankful for...

My mama - she is my all time favorite person in the whole wide world! She cuddles me and gives me ear scratches, and feeds me and walks me and gives me tons and tons of toys and treats. I just light up when I see her.

My pop - he is the super best wrassling machine! He doesn't care if I nip him or climb up his back or stick my bum in his face. When I hear his truck pull into the driveway, I park myself by the door and attack him when he comes in.

My food - what more can I say...I love the stuff.

My bed - made by nuns, and filled with good smelly stuff. It's the perfect new addition to my kennel.

Patches (yes, this is in order!) - he's a great little brother, always ready to play and run around the house. He's almost as tall as I am now, but I still have a couple more pounds on him.

I'm pretty sure that Patches is not thankful for that Hitler 'stash he's still sporting. Poor guy.

Our tails - NOT one in the same

2007-11-21T09:42:00.000-05:00

Maggie and Mitch told us all about their tails on their blog, and I thought it would be fun to tell everyone about our tails, because they couldn't be more different.

My parents almost named me Wilbur (the pig from Charolette's Web!) due to the curliness of my tail (and my snorting issue). It's a total corkscrew! My tail only unwinds when I am sleeping, or close to sleeping - otherwise, it's wound up tight next to my bum. I feel sorry for those puggles out there with a straight tail, because having a cinnamon bun tail is awesome - no one ever steps on it, it doesn't bang into things or get caught in doors, and I never have to worry about the terrible poo schmear.

Just because my tail is curly, doesn't mean it doesn't wag...

Patchy's tail is staight and boney, and constantly gets in the way...plus, it can't decide what color it wants to be - he's got 3 colors on that stick - black, white and a tiny bit of brown. The best part about his tail is that is it built for destruction. He's constantly knocking over cups and papers and he has the ability to bring young children to their knees in pain, his tail is that strong. Unfortunately, he has absolutely no control over the thing, and doesn't realize that when our Mama is in the kitchen, he has to curl his tail up. I don't know how many times the poor guy's been stepped on - you'd think he'd learn by now. Patches also has a cool hairy explosion at the tip of his tail! I think it's the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel part of him. I try to bite it off every day!

How we keep busy

2007-11-17T08:17:00.001-05:00

We've been rather naughty lately, but don't take our word for it. Check these shots out...

...my mama's threatening to chain us up to a treadmill all winter, since we have so much energy to expel, and it's too cold to go outside for the walk we need.

Kissin' Pups

2007-11-06T09:05:00.000-05:00

Sometimes, Patches and I will sit in the big chair and smooch.

Happy Howl-ween!

2007-10-31T07:49:00.000-05:00

We're going trick o' treating tonight with our human cousins around town! I can't wait! Both Patches and I are dressing as pumpkins. My sweater is actually a hand-me-down from Sherman! It fits me pretty darn good, I must say...

It's classy and warm and eye catching. And, yes...that is a tear you see. I think I'm losing this "battle of the sweaters" with my mama.

Patches on the other hand, has to suffer with this monstrosity:

He seems to be taking it well though...the hat thingy stayed on all throughout our photo session, which is pretty darn impressive, even if his ear did poke out all wrong. It's terribly shiny!

Are you guys dressing up for HOWL-ween too?

Opposite Attract

2007-10-30T09:03:00.000-05:00

I'd like to introduce you to Logan...he's a 15 month (!) old Great Dane who tips the scales at a very respectable 186 pounds. We hung out together this past weekend. We quickly became the Odd Couple of the dog park!

Logan is also built like a brick wall, or at least that's what my mama said when he ran into her and sent her flying onto her behind! Humans must brace themselves around Logan. Not only did Logan knock my mama down, but then he slimed her with all his drool when he apologized with a kiss! His humans felt so bad - but mama just laughed.

I hope we see him again the next time we go to the park.

Best dressed at the dog park

2007-10-23T15:01:00.000-05:00

I went to the dog park for the very first time, and my doG! It was so much fun! Unfortunately, it was a cooler day and I had to wear my nifty sweater...strange that I was the only dog there in clothing! I wish my adult fur would come in so I wouldn't shiver every time I go outside when it is cool out.

I was the smallest one there, and the youngest...which meant that I was a target. But, don't worry - I can totally hold my own with the big guys. In fact, I think I prefer large breeds. We sniffed, and played and ran - and I went home nice and tired and happy.

After my intimate conversation with the lab above, I went over to hang out with a pack by the park's only bench. Actually, we were hanging around there because the pretty female Rotti was in heat. (Mama was a little upset that her humans would bring a dog in heat to a dog park.)

The Corgi was pretty darn awesome, and I hung out with him for most of the time...at least I think he was a he! He had a lot of fur and needed some serious grooming. I tried to watch him take a leak so I could tell for sure, but he must have an iron bladder!

Pressies from Mama

2007-10-22T12:55:00.001-05:00

Mama did some shopping for us this weekend - a bag full of new training treats, plus a new "Fall" collar for both of us (mine is blue with colorful dog bones, and Patches' is red with colorful dog bones!) and a baby carrier and new harness for Patches. Yep, a baby carrier! He can't walk as far as I can, so mama bought it so that we don't have to stop our long walks. He likes it because he can rest a little while looking at the world!

Check out his humongous veiny ear!

This is our very first Autumn and it is so pretty outside. All of the leaves are changing colors and some are even falling off the trees and letting us attack them!

We've got something new going on this weekend too - mama has to work, and pop is going to Florida to visit his family (without us, boo-hoo!). We are going to doggie day-care! I am super excited, because there are going to be a bunch of friends to play with...and there will be a live web cam, so you all can take a lookie at us being crazy!

Warmth

2007-10-19T11:03:00.000-05:00

My name is Patches, and I'm a digger. But, it's totally not my fault...I learned it from watching Sparky!

Yep, that's right, we both like to burrow ourselves under the covers. Sometimes, when I feel especially needy, I'll wake up at 4:00AM crying and yelping and mama will come and let me out of my kennel and cuddle me on the couch under whatever blanket she drags out with her. I especially like the down comforter because it cradles all of my manly curves.

When we are allowed to sleep in the big bed, both Sparky and I nose our way down to mama's feet and chill out there the whole night, poking our noses out occasionally, to breath some fresh air. Sometimes mama gets nervous, and fluffs the blankets so we don't suffocate - but truth be told, we like the stuffy warmth.

It doesn't matter what I'm doing...if a human pulls a blanket out, I will worm my way under it and take a little nap!

The difference between us.

2007-10-15T14:28:00.000-05:00

I think this picture just about sums it all up...

While I am constantly on the go, and checking out my surroundings, Patches will just sit and chill. Sometimes his being so chill makes me look like a total spazz.

While I show my blantant hate for sweaters in the winter months, Patches will proudly parade in one all day if allowed. He must have a circulation problem, or something.

I can control myself when offered a treat, Patches will knock you over and steal it from your mouth if Mama doesn't watch him closely.

Patches poops and pees as soon as he hits grass...I like to sniff for hours before unloading.

I can walk for miles and miles, and Patches begs to be picked up after a few short blocks.

I prefer to hang with dogs who are the same size as me, Patches loves big ol' giant dogs, like labs and rottis!

I like the water, and Patches hates to get wet. (But, he dries much faster than I do!)

Patches respects Mama and Pop's paperwork, but I like to lay all over it.

Patches has (had) fleas, and I don't!!!

Posing for Mama

2007-10-14T09:22:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, Mama took us on a long walk around our city park. It was such a beautiful day - sunny, yet cool. I wore Sparky's old sweater to keep me warm. Sparky had a sweater on too, but it was a little too long in the front, and he accidently pee-peed on it!

Here we are at Grandma's house before going to the park. See how nice his sweater was? I think he may have done it on purpose, because he hates wearing clothing. Oh well...at least Mama got one picture of him in it.

We walked and walked, and I was so excited that I didn't even realize how far or long we were going. Usually, I get tired and asked to be picked up. We stopped by the duck/goose pond, and barked at all the birds swimming in the pond. They were quacking at us big time. I think a couple of them wanted to eat me for dinner!

Then, we went to the top of this huge hill and sat for a little bit and gazed out at the fountain and lovely scenery. I'm also happy to inform everypup that we have completely mastered the dual leash!

After that, we went to the rose gardens. I have to admit - I like this picture the bestest - because it is only ME! I hope my Mama frames it.

Don't I look like such a big boy puppy?

We had such a great afternoon! Dory, when you come to visit, we are going to take you here!

Holiday Camping Trip

2007-10-10T10:38:00.000-05:00

Just a brief update before I get to the more important stuff - my stupid pop did not propose to my mama. She's really sad, but us boys have been loving on her big time. I'm not really sure what the next step will be, but I'll be sure to keep everypup posted.

Camping was on the agenda for this weekend...although not originally. The real plan was to meet up with Dory and her human Liza, but my mama flaked out a bit and totally forgot they would be in town. (A couple days off does that to a person, I guess.) I want to personally apologize to my friends, because I was really looking forward to our play time. My mama feels really badly too.

Camping was fun though! I've been a couple of time this summer, but this was Patches' first time camping ever. He was a little unsure at first, but he caught on quickly. Plus, mama brought some yummy stuff to keep us busy when we weren't playing or running. Knuckle bones are the absolute bestest!

Pop built a fire.

We got a little too close - but it felt so good, it was hard to stay away. The nights were nice and cold, but the fire (and mama's fuzzy blankets) kept us nice and toasty warm.

Then, we got to do something we've never done before...run around off-leash!!! Well, I was off-leash - Patches had two leashes attached to him in case he got into trouble, because he doesn't know the "come here" command as perfectly as I do. Lucky for my parents, he follows me everywhere anyway. Check out our floppy ears as we run.

Back at the camp site, I dug for truffles (wild mushrooms) and Patches chewed on some sticks. Mama was really hoping I would find a truffle, because she said it would've gone nicely with our grilled steaks.

I hope you don't get a tummy ache from that stick!

We had a great weekend, and I'm hoping that my pop takes me camping again this weekend when he goes out with the guys.

Lots of updates...little time

2007-09-29T13:00:00.000-05:00

First of all - TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! I'm ONE! My mama wished me a happy birthday this morning, but told me that we are not going to celebrate until tomorrow because she has to work tonight at the Symphony. I hope she makes me a cake, or something...

It's also my mama and pop's dating anniversary! September 29, 2000 was their first date. Pop still has proposed, and he has until tomorrow or my mama, me and Patches may be finding a new place to live. Mama's a little sad - but hopefully pop will do the right thing. We'll know for sure on Monday.

Patches pooped on me. Can you believe the nerve of that puppy? Mama put us in the same kennel so we could snuggle, and in the middle of the night, he snuck into the corner and dropped a stinky load. I was not amused, and we both had to endure pre-breakfast baths. I never want to share a kennel with him again, until he can control himself.

Mama had a really bad accident on Tuesday night...her car exploded on her. The engine overheated, she pulled over and looked under the hood. Suddenly, the reservior that keeps all the antifreeze and water for the engine popped a hole, and all that yucky stuff got all over mama's neck, face, arms and chest. She has 1st degree burns on her neck and chest, and we are not allowed to lay on her anymore. (Luckily it wasn't as bad as it could have been - although she was taken to the ER in an ambulance!) Doesn't every human out there know that you shouldn't look under the hood if your car overheats?! Not my mama!

Tagged by Clover

2007-09-25T12:54:00.000-05:00

Clover, the incredibly cute puggy puppy (and one of our absolute favorites), tagged us twice!

The first tag is to tell you five names we have for our mom. Some dog bloggers had a hard time with this...but we didn't! Having a brother means that you talk about your humans behind their back!

1. Mama
2. Miss Cheap-o
3. Kit-Kat (yum! Well, this is pop's nickname for her.)
4. Stinky...just take my word on this.
5. Pillow Chest

And now, for the car that is most like me....

A TOYOTA PRIUS!!!

I mean really, is there any other car we could've picked? (I think that Toyota should give us a Prius since we are both hybrids as well - - we particularly like the green model, and it doesn't have to be fully loaded...we're simple folk.)

We're going to tag Amber, Solid Gold Dancer and our new puggle pal, Cooper!

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Mama tried so hard to take Patches' picture last night, but he was being such a puppy! He'd sit still for like, a nano-second - then jump up and try to lick the camera. I have no idea how this whole Christmas card idea she has is going to work. Mr. Poopalicious has finally grown out of the sleepy stage, and is now into the "play until you drop dead" stage....which is fine by me, because I am in that stage as well!

Sit down Patches Earlobe, and smile - you'll get a treat dontcha know. Oh, and try to look cute.

There! That's a good boy.

Sleeping arrangements

2007-09-24T12:37:00.000-05:00

Ever since my first day home, I've wanted to snuggle. Usually I fill that need by cuddling up with my mama or Black Dog...but last night, I finally wormed my way into Sparky's heart!

Sharing Toys

2007-09-20T13:38:00.000-05:00

The one drawback of having a younger sibbling, is having to share toys. We have a whole basket will of different kinds of squeekies, stuffies and chewies - but whatever I have, Patches wants. And, visa versa. It's just more fun playing with what the other has claimed as his own!

I can see that little puppy coming...

Sometimes, we share.

Patches, this is the way you bite it to get that squeeky sound!

Sparky is in trooooooooooouble!

2007-09-17T09:19:00.001-05:00

Mama made a berry cake last night, and left it on the counter to cool. Neither of us can reach the counter, but when there is a will, there is a way...

Apparently someone has a sweet tooth and it isn't me. I didn't even have to tattle, because Sparky got caught in the act, the second time!!!

He couldn't even hide the evidence. Is that a strawberry on your head, or are you happy to see me? Ruff, ruff!

The dual leash

2007-09-16T18:25:00.000-05:00

Mama picked up a new leash for Patches and I to share when we go for our walks. She thought that it would easier than two separate leashes, especially since we live in the city with lots of traffic. However, after testing it out all weekend, we happened upon some pretty major flaws.

The first time we used it, the leashes were the same length. Mama did this because she thought it would keep Patches and me on equal footing. And it did, for a little while. Then, I had to stop to poo...and I poo'ed right on Patches' nose before my mama could figure out what was happening! Needless to say, our walk ended there and Patches was forced to have a bath.

After that incident, mama made an adjustment to the lengths - giving me a little more, and Patches a little less. Just when we thought we had a good balance, we all stopped to socialize with an Amber/Charlie knock-off. If you look closely at the picture, you will see that my portion of the leash got wrapped around Patches' neck...when I decided it was time to move on, I pulled on the leash and dragged Patch-man about 15 feet before mama could make the correction.

Oops! Not my fault!!! We're still working on this dual leash thing! After that, mama unhooked us, and finished the walk with two leashes. (Luckily, she came prepared!) I don't know how many more walks it will take for us to perfect this system, but we are not about to give up so soon!

The cup of doom

2007-09-10T20:46:00.000-05:00

Someone help...my big brother got his face stuck in a cup!

Bad cup! I'm gonna bite you until you cry for your mama! No one tries to swallow my brother and lives to tell the story.

Middle Name

2007-09-10T09:22:00.000-05:00

Clover, one of our most favorite puggy puppies, tagged us for the middle name game. Unfortunately, we didn't have middle names until the tag - our mama and pop thought about it over the weekend, and came up with a couple that suit us pretty well.

1. Post the rules before you give the facts.
2. List one fact that is somehow relevant to you and your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your post using your middle name and facts about it.
4. At the end of your post, choose one dog (or more) to tag for each letter of your middle name. Be sure to let each puppy know she/he has been tagged. (It's okay if you don't do this... tag who you want to tag!)

My full name is now Spartacus Canoli, because my kisses are like a sweet dessert.

C - controversial
A - agile
N - never napping
O - open book
L - loveable
I - innocent

Patches full name is a no brainer for anyone looking at his pictures...Patches Earlobe.

E - enthusiastic
A - awkward
R - reactionary
L - loyal
O - observant
B - bitey
E - earnest

A serious game of bitey-face

2007-09-07T08:17:00.001-05:00

The game of bitey-face takes up about 75% of our time, in a normal day. I try to fake Patches out by making growling alien noises! I also try very hard to look like a crazy eyed monster.

However, I am not the only one...our little guy can certainly hold his own.

The potty training continues

2007-09-04T11:10:00.000-05:00

Guess who has to wear a cat bell on his collar? Patches!!! He likes to sneak up on the humans, and take a massive stinky doo-doo. (This is actually pretty funny, but I don't want them to become confused and think it is me!) To stop this awesome ninja work, my mama bought him a bell, so to curb the sneak attacks. It works too. The humans eyes are glued to the baby when they hear the bell ringing - - because that means he's on the move! This comes in especially useful at night, since mama's a light sleeper.

I thought you could see the bell, but it is hiding behind that massive clamp:

BTW - that is my toy that Patches has claimed as his own. See photographic evidence here.

The Scattergories Game

2007-09-01T15:26:00.000-05:00

Happy September everypup!

I've been waiting for someone to tag me for the Scattergories game, and finally Stanley - DWB awesome blog winner! - tagged everypup who hasn't played...so here we go:

In case you haven't seen it yet, here are the rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions. They must be real places, names and things...nothing made up! You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl question. If you name happens to start with the same letter as mine, sorry, but you can't use my answers! ('cause that would be cheatin'!)

My name: Sparatcus

Famous Singer: Sting

Four Letter Word: Stop!

Street: Seneca

Color: Sienna

Gifts/Presents: Stuffies

Vehicle: Saturn

Things in a Souvenir Shop: Shirts

Boy Name: Sam

Girl Name: Sofia

Movie Title: Saving Private Ryan

Alcoholic Drink: Sangria (I asked my mama for help on this one!)

Occupation: Salesman

Celebrity: Steven Spielberg (2 pointer!)

Magazine: Spin

US City: San Francisco

Pro Sports: Skating

Fruit: Seedless Grapes

Reason for Being Late to Work: Snow Storm

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And, I think that it's only fair that we do this game with Patches also...

My name: Patches

Famous Singer: Pink

Four Letter Word: Puke

Street: Parkwood

Color: Periwinkle

Gifts/Presents: Photos

Vehicle: Prius (another hybrid, like us!)

Things in a Souvenir Shop: Postcards

Boy Name: Peter

Girl Name: Penelope

Movie Title: Porkies I, II and III

Alcoholic Drink: Prosecco

Occupation: Plumber

Celebrity: Paker Posey

Magazine: Playboy (I asked my pop about that one)

US City: Phoenix

Pro Sports: Paintball

Fruit: Plums

Reason for Being Late to Work: Poor visibility

We scoured the dog blog'o'sphere for those who have not done this game and found these awesome pups to tag: Wonder Ruby, Dory and Bear.

Hello Everypup!

2007-08-31T20:15:00.000-05:00

This is my very first post ever. Sparky gave me the run-down on blogging and pictures and posts and all. I tried to pay attention, but I got really sleepy and took a nap in the middle of his lecture. I'm a fast learner though, so I think I can figure it out. (I master the stairs in less than a week!)

The past week has been pretty tiring. Mama has been teaching me "leash manners" and my little legs feel like they are going to fall off! I'm so glad that we live in a city so that I can take rest at every cross walk. The difference between me and Sparky is that I sit because I want to; he sits because he has to.

When I get home, I take a nap!

Let me show you my bed. Sparky doesn't have a bed, but I do. He can jump onto the couch, so it's a pretty fair trade. You won't believe this, but my bed is a CAT BED! They call it a "privacy bed" which means that while I am in it, my brother can't sniff my bum because I am tucked really deep inside.

I also learned my very first trick. Sit down. Whenever I sit down, I get a liver treat, which is just awesome. Most of the time, I am the first one to sit down.

Patches, the Beaglier

Stair Master

2007-08-29T09:15:00.000-05:00

First of all, I would like to apologize to my friend Mitch, who just learned to do stairs, before he went on vacation - because the following news might upset him a little. I know it upset me.

My wee little brother is going up and down the stairs now. Can you even believe it?! He's only 9 weeks old. I know it's because *I* taught him by example and all - but he is way to young to be so independent. I was 4 months old when I got the courage to tackle to stairs by myself!

Can you see the video? I'm not sure if I uploaded it right!

Speaking of stinking: The one thing that I know is frustrating to my mama is the fact that Patches poops in his kennel! I only pooped in my kennel once, and at least I had the proper state of mind to dispose of the evidence. He's had to be bathed in some fashion every single day this week! He just doesn't poop in the corner, he'll poop where he sleeps - and then he'll lay in it, and walk in it and just make a big stinky mess of himself! I'm thinking of changing his name to Poopalicious. My mama has tried everything: restricting water and food past certain times, taking him out every hour and a half, pleading with him...it's probably that he is so young. Maybe he needs a smaller kennel? Or a colostomy bag?

It might smell bad...

2007-08-28T10:03:00.000-05:00

...but it sure does taste good!

I love my bully sticks. Look, I'm biting down so hard, that my eyes won't even open! Plus, I'm totally foaming at the mouth...awesome! I've got so much drool starting, that I should be called Mini-Nanook from now on.

Couch wars!

2007-08-25T13:47:00.000-05:00

I think that it is totally unfair that Patches can fit under the couch! I used to be able to squeeze myself under there, but now I am too big. Luckily he's not hiding toys or anything, or we may have to rethink this whole living arrangement.

We like to play a game I call "Couch Wars." Here is a step-by-step, in pictures:

(Tails of) Being a Big Brother

2007-08-24T13:08:00.000-05:00

Patches is home!

First of all, I have to say that he is one sleepy dude...he sleeps all the time! Like, right now he is on my mama's lap - asleep. Unfortunately, he doesn't snore like I do, so it's hard to tell if he's really sleeping or just faking.

I do like him though. When he's not fast asleep, he likes to play bitey face and tug-o-war. I have not lost a game of tug-o-war yet! However, Patches does cheat at bitey face...he goes right for my jowls with his tiny, sharp puppy teeth. He's going to be a fierce competitor one day.

He looks wet in the face, because he just had a bath!

Here he is during one of his many naps. (Look at that pink belly!) I let him borrow Black Dog to snuggle with since I don't come close to fitting in his bed.

And, here I am checking up on him. Like I said - it's hard to tell if he's faking.

I finally got to meet him!

2007-08-22T15:33:00.001-05:00

Mama and Pop took me to meet my new brother last night, and I have to say - I will never be able to sleep in again! Oh, wait...that's what my mama said!

This puppy totally loves me. He followed me around everywhere. Everytime I stopped to smell something, he stopped to take a sniff. And don't be fooled by his small frame, he is one tough dude! We played for a good hour, running and jumping and playing bitey face (finally!), and kissing each other's ears. At one point, he picked up my leash in his mouth and tried to walk me! I was like "Ruff, ruff boy! You're not my mama!" It was the perfect photo opportunity, but someone forgot to take the camera. I'm gonna hafta talk to him though, because when my mama said "Come here Sparky," he came too! My parents are going to have to give him a name pronto, because he can't have mine!

BTW - the top contenders are: Astro, Coment, Patches and Hercules. I want to name him Piggy Ear, which is what I got for being such a big boy during our play time.

I'm getting new toys with my new baby brother!

2007-08-20T12:00:00.000-05:00

Not only am I getting a new brother this week, but my mama is also going through all my old toys, and replacing them with fancy new toys! This whole family thing rocks!

My mama won't let me meet my brother until Thursday, because she wants us to meet on "neutral ground" - whatever that means. But she did come home yesterday with a towel that smelled just like what I imagine my new little brother will smell like. I carried it around everywhere and even slept with it last night. Maybe I can roll around on a towel for him, so he can smell me!

Check out these new pictures I found in the camera:

Wait?! Is he a dog, or a cow?

I can certainly appreciate needing to take a little drink after playing hard. He is going to love the treats the humans give out here! Hopefully he won't get too jealous of all my awesome tricks.

Looking fiesty! I do have to be careful, because he is only 4.11 pounds at the moment...just a peanut.

And, just in case anyone forgot how incredibly cute I am, this is me, sitting nicely, at the curb. My mama makes me sit before we cross the street:

I'm so getting one!

2007-08-19T07:31:00.000-05:00

A Beaglier, that is...

Look, how cute.

A Beaglier is a cross between a Beagle and a Cavalier King Charles spaniel. Since I am a designer dog, it's only fair that my brother is one too. I just adore his coloring, especially the way his ears are black on the outside, and brown underneath...that is just too cool!

He comes home on Thursday. Until then, my mama is bringing a towel with my scent on it to him, and a towel with his scent on it to me, so we can get to know each other before we officially meet.

I'm excited to finally be a big brother!

HAPPY BARKDAY MAMA!

2007-08-15T14:50:00.000-05:00

Dear Mama,

Even though I broke your finger last weekend, and you yelled at me somethin' awful,

I still love you! (And, hopefully you forgive my leash for wrapping itself around your ring digit that should have a big fat diamond decorating it, if my pop had any brains in his head!) Happy Barkday - and remember I've been a very good boy (minus the finger break and opawration of my new loofa dog) and am willing to share some of your barkday pie with you - raisins removed, of course.

Love,

Sparky

Lola, Penny, Sherman...THANK YOU!

2007-08-15T10:01:00.000-05:00

The Dogs of Jackman Ave sent me a pressie! It's not even my birthday! I'm such a lucky little puggle.

Can someone with opposing thumbs help me out here?

Oh my doG! Look at all this stuff...it's almost more than one puppy can handle. Check out that huge tracea! It's almost as big as I am! What you can't see in the picture is Sherman's old Halloween costume that he sent along for me...I think it shrunk in the wash, or something because he said it no longer fits his manly frame. My mama made me try it on, and it's a smidge big, but if I keep eating treats and desserts as I plan to do, by Halloween it will fit perfectly - - but she won't let me post a picture just yet. It's a surprise we will unveil in October!

Thank you so much Sherman, Lola and Penny (plus, your human mama!)!!! I'm taking my mama shopping this weekend, so we can pamper you all as well. I know of the most perfect place to shop!

I did feel that my new loofa dog needed a little lipo-suction though.

The games humans play

2007-08-13T09:46:00.000-05:00

My pop isn't known for his use of the English language - - but both he and my mama like to play Scrabble. However, each game usually involves some kind argument and a search through a dictionary! As my mama likes to say "two consonants and one or two vowels does not necessarily make a word."

I tried to help him.

But, he still lost by over 100 points.

Any takers?

2007-08-09T20:13:00.000-05:00

My mama told me that it is time for me to start earning my keep.

Hey, I'm not the first pup to try to pimp themselves out! Do you think my asking price is too high?

This is me!

2007-08-07T10:41:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I get jealous of all those doggies out there who know so much about their specific breed. Puggles are still such a new non-recognized breed, that most experts only guess at what we are, and what we will be like when we reach adulthood. Since I am always in the process of making new animal friends who may not know what in the heck a "puggle" is, I decided to do a little google search, and give my thoughts and opinions.

Welcome to Sparky School!

A puggle is a crossbreed between two breeds of dogs, a pug, like Suki and a beagle like Nugget. My mama was a purebred beagle and my pop was a purebred pug.
Puggles tend to be between 15–30 pounds (Yep! I'm 24 el-bees, and 2 oz.) and stand 13–15 inches at the shoulders. While colors vary, the vast majority are fawn–colored with wrinkled black masks similar to pugs. (I'm special because I'm black!) They tend to have a longer body, slightly increased size, and longer nose and floppy ears associated with beagles. Because puggles are a crossbreed, the appearance of the breed is less predictable than that of a purebred dog. This is due to the decreased ability to predict which attributes will be inherited from which parent. Puggles have a tail the length of a beagle but tends to be slightly curled like a pug. (Mine does more than slightly curl! My tail looks like a piggy tail, so much so that my mama almost named me Wilbur!)

Because of their longer legs, eye socket size, and less effusive wrinkles, puggles often avoid many difficulties with eyes, joints, and skin wrinkles common to pugs. My mama does have to clean my wrinkly face a couple of times a week, because my eyes are very juicy and tend to tear up from time to time, especially when I am having fun. She just uses a yummy smelling baby wipe to do it. I've learned to stand very still and be very patient as she is doing this. However, they may have more problems than typical beagles. While pugs are particularly susceptible to heat stroke, the longer nasal cavity of the puggle makes the breed more tolerant to the heat, and less likely to overheat while running in the summer. Conversely, their nasal cavities are likely to be shorter and less efficient than those of beagles, which could be a problem if the dog also inherited the beagle's propensity to run; especially for long periods. My vet lady told me that I inherited the best of both breeds, especially when it comes to my snout! My snout is longer, so I don't have the breathing problems associated with some pugs.

Puggles are low maintenance dogs. They need an occasional bath, nail clipping, and ear cleaning. This is so true! My fur is like human hair, and although I do shed, the fur easily blows right off of items. My mama sheds more than I do! I don't get that "dog smell" even when wet.

As pets, puggles have the mild mannered yet playful "lap dog" qualities often associated with pugs, mixed with the more energetic tendencies typical of the hunting qualities of a beagle. A cheerful clown (hey!) who loves to play but then quickly tires for a short nap, puggles are mid-sized dogs that make excellent housepets, and many puggle owners testify to their winning personality as one of their strongest points. I don't quickly tire at all. I can play for hours on end! However, I do like to sit on people! If my mama is sitting on the couch watching TV, I will quietly sneak up onto her lap, and sit right on her, blocking her line of vision. Puggles are affectionate and get along well with children. I love kids! I even converted my girl cousin who was afraid of me at first. They retain the friendly, laid-back disposition of both breeds, but while their size makes them perfect for apartments, they need a bit more exercise and attention than some traditional apartment dogs (pugs included). Like most dogs, puggles also bark, and vary widely as to how often they bark. Some inherit the odd, nasal baying of beagles, a mix of a baying hound and the cooing of a pigeon (some say sounding like Gizmo from the movie Gremlins). I do it all depending on my mood. Sometimes I bark normal, sometimes I howl, and sometime I "talk." The talk is very interesting, and I only do it when I want some of the food my humans are eating. That said, their barking is much more easy to deal with than most beagles, and many puggles are barely vocal at all.

How can you not love a puggle? Class, dismissed!

Tell me about your breed...I tag Maggie and Mitch, Balboa, Lola, Wally and Tadpole.

I'm allowed to go to the Movies?

2007-08-06T15:16:00.000-05:00

Yep! You betcha!

Last night my pop packed up the car, and drove me and my mama to the Drive-In Theater, where dogs are allowed, and you can talk all you want during the movie.

We got there a little early, so I could take my mama for a walk around the grounds. I really wanted to check out all of the pee-mail and make new friends. Unfortunately, I was the only canine there this time. (Probably because it was a Sunday, and most normal people and puppies were home getting ready for work the next day!) I did stop along the way, and let some humans pet me. We watched "The Simpsons" and "I Now Pronounce You, Chuck and Larry." I sat in the front seat, on my mama's lap the whole time.

I thought that it might be boring, being stuck in the car that long - but it wasn't! There were a lot of smells, and treats (popcorn!) and I just love hanging out with my humans. Lucky for them, it was a nice cool night - so having this puggle snuggle them didn't make them overheat. I hope I get to go again.

Sparky, the angel

2007-08-03T12:37:00.000-05:00

I'm like glowing from the inside out in this picture!

This was taken yesterday, eating a homemade strawberry and banana frosty paw. It was delicious!

Oh! And, see that new collar I am rockin'? Both me and my pop think it's rather girlie. What kind of boy dog wears ladybugs? The worst thing...my mama bought a leash to match as well. I think she wants me to get beat up!

Thank you Wally!!!

2007-08-03T09:23:00.000-05:00

Wally sent me a pressie! I missed the whole "get on the pressie" list a while back - but he took it upon himself to make me feel included. Isn't he the bestest?!

I siffed all around the outside of it, then stuck my head right into the envelope!

Look at the bounty! It was filled with fabulous stuff. I was so excited to just dig in (you can tell how excited I was, if you look closely), but my mama made me sit to take a picture first. I'm trying my best to give her my best stink eye.

Wally even included a card, with a bit of him in it. My mama let me sniff it a little, but then I tried to eat it - so she took it away. I think that if Wally and I were to meet, we'd be great friends. I already know what he smells like - and I can tell you that he smells very friendly and manly!

My mama let me eat one of the treats he included - a sausage treat...it was good, and reminded me of my poo incident, only much tastier.

Thank you Wally, my favorite Corgador! You are a great friend!

If you leave it...I will lick.

2007-07-31T20:16:00.000-05:00

My mama made something called an "Apple Napoleon" for dessert the other day, and when she went into the kitchen for a napkin, I jumped up into her chair and took a small bite. Unfortunately, my pop tattled on me. I thought I would have to plan my revenge, until my mama placed her plate right down in front of me - letting me have the whole thing all to myself!

Oh, fresh homemade cream! And, apples! And puffed pastry - whatever the heck that is!

(Sparky's mama - Don't be fooled by the striking photo - the dessert was actually not fit for human consumption...it was so gross! I passed it along to the Sparkster happily.)

Don't believe that silly lady!!! It was fabulous - I ate it all, and now I am ready to run a marathon! Of course, if you lick something your humans like you may get in deep doo-doo trouble, so be careful. My advice? Wait for the "yuck" then given them your cutest doggie face.