Presents!

Before Mom and Dad got home, my best friends, Toby II and Macy sent over some Pupkin Pie. It was a crustless pie with doggy pumpkin and ricotta cheese. Do you think we left anything?

Then Mom & Dad came home. I think that was the BEST present ever. Wow! We were both so excited when they came through that door. And, somehow, Toby knew they were coming WAY beforehand and kept going to the door. I think he knows something I need to learn. Maybe it’s what our petsitter told him. I guess I should pay attention, huh?

OK. I think it’s time to talk about presents.

Mom said I had to sit and wait. Uhhhhhh. I told Toby he could sit with me, but I’m too excited to sit still.

Here are all my presents! I got two felted wool tug-a-war toys from A Cheerful Pet, a new 18″ Timberwolf leash, an orbee-tuff whistle ball, some special cookies and a BIRTHDAY CAKE! I told Toby he could share my treats with me. I thought that was pretty nice of me, huh?

Mom told me a story about when she went into Dogologie (that’s in Fredericksburg, Texas). She said it was a pretty cool store and the person that worked there really knew about crazy dogs like me! What a minute? Me, crazy? I think crazy means high-energy, right? Anyhow, the person told her the felted wool toys are better for dogs that like to chew up their toys. The wool is more digestible than those cotton fiber ones. I do like to chew up those stringy ones. I wonder what she means about digestible?

I decided to “dig in”–at least that’s what you do when it’s too wet to dig outside, right?

THEN, Mom said CAKE. OMD, do you think I can sit still for that?

Um, no……

So, then I asked where are we going for my special outing? Mom thought maybe we should build an ark, because all it’s done is rain. But she said it’s SUPPOSE TO stop raining in a couple of days and we are going to a new beach. I bet you can’t wait for that story!

Pee Ess: Because I’m such a good sister and friend, I shared my cake with Toby and my best friends Toby II and Macy. That was my birthday present to them!

Cuzzin Peeka

I have to tell you a little more about my cuzzins today. But before that, guess what? My MOM called me on the telephone yesterday. That was my very first phone call–can you believe it? She sang “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my sweet Sage, Happy Birthday to you”. I was so excited I was checking my petsitter’s ear to see if Mom was stuck inside her head! I can’t wait until they get home…

So, let me tell you about Peeka. Even though Peeka is a C-A-T, I like cats. Sometimes they don’t like me though, because I want to play, play, play. I think they have another idea of play. What’s up with that? I think they are a little bit crazy.

Peeka has been visiting Dexter and Chessie and likes to hang out on the bed.

OK, Auntie, I just want to PLAY! Don’t I look like an angel?

Pee Ess: I forgot to tell you something! I’m having a big birthday party as soon as Mom & Dad come home! She said so! AND she has a TON of presents. AND we are going some place special! She wouldn’t tell me, so I guess I’ll just have to wait a couple more days….

Deer Hunting Pooch

My cousin is pretty silly–he LOVES climbing this tree in his backyard. And there aren’t even any squirrels up there! Do you think he was looking for deer?

Or maybe he was looking for my birthday! It’s here, TODAY, but I can’t celebrate until everyone comes back from Texas. I can’t wait!!!

I think Dexter and I should hop over to the Blog Hop! No telling what we can see!!!

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Chessie & Dexter

I didn’t know I had these really neat cousins–they live in Texas–a gazillion miles from Portland. And I didn’t even have to dig–like I tried to do when Mom & Dad went to Croatia. You need to meet these cousins!

This is Chessie–she’s a 4-year old blue heeler. She HATES that flashy thing, and she thought hiding behind her Auntie was going to work, but she didn’t know persistence….

And this is Dexter. He’s a “Benjie” dog that arrived on a cold weekend in February three years ago. He can’t remember much of his earlier life, but he found a great furever home with Chessie and his new Mom and Dad! And he’s about the same age as Chessie, so they have a lot of fun together.

Today was the day Chessie and Dexter went to visit the llamas. They live down the road–not far from their home.

Gus and Blackie, the llamas, live with a couple of goats. They are great pals and they like to visit with the hu-mans that live nearby. Those llamas do some really silly stuff, like smell your breath. I’m glad Dexter and Chessie stayed away from the cow patties before they got there!!!

Gus and Dexter love to look at each other. I think that’s pretty silly–I probably would want to herd them. Sometimes Dexter gets up on the fence and they get really close to each other. I wonder if Gus can smell Dexter’s breath?

Chessie even forgot about the flashy thing!

Cousins are fun, don’t you think?

Leafy Monday

Hey, Toby! Whatcha ya’ think?

I’m trying a new leaf look

How about this?

I think it’s very becoming, don’t you?

Happy Monday!!

Almost birthday cake

Did you know my birthday is just a week away? It is. I’m going to be 1-year old! I think that’s pretty grown up, but Mom says not yet. But she did fix something special tonight. I think it’s an early birthday celebration–at least that’s what I’m calling it.

A peanut butter and carrot cake with Mom’s homemade yogurt on top.

I do have to confess something though–I wasn’t too sure about eating it at first. I’ve never had cake before, but Toby said it was OK. His was already gone. Can you believe it? One bite. Wow, I was impressed. I guess I’d better get at mine before he decides to eat it too!!

Good to the last crumb! Can I have more???

What? It’s time for the Blog Hop? Well, let’s get going. I might find more cake there!

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The Shell Game

I guess Mom thinks I need to use my brain more–what does she think all this blogging is about? She said “more than that”. OK, what’s she got up her sleeve now?

She called it the “shell game”. Do you see any shells? I don’t? I think she’s nuts.

Well, she cut up some plastic cups so they weren’t so tall and stuck a salmon treat under one of them. I couldn’t believe how good it smelled. Let’s get this game going!  She moved the cups around so I’d have to work for it–that’s what she said anyhow. Does she think I don’t have a nose?

I got to practice this game some more–it was fun! I think I should be a grifter, but Mom said it wouldn’t be profitable because I’d eat all the treats. What do you think?

Wordless Wednesday: Water Wetness

Crow’s Nest

Do you see that nest up there?

There–do you see it now?

Mom said it was probably a crow’s nest.

What? I thought crow’s nests were in these big boats that were out on the ocean. Is someone up there looking out for pirates? I’d better practice swashbuckling. Or maybe it’s swords. I can’t quite remember–we haven’t seen any pirate movies lately.

Maybe I can sniff them out. What if they’re under all these leaves?

Sage: Mom! I thought these leaves were all cleaned up 3 days ago.

Mom: Sage, they were. And I blew more off the deck yesterday.

I guess we are safe for now, but I’m sure going to be on the alert!

Nose Prints

Mom and Dad had to go somewhere and I had to go in my crate.  “What! I thought I was BIG“. Mom said I am, but sometimes I still have to go in my crate when they leave. I can only stay out when they are gone for just a few minutes, but someday I’ll be like Toby and stay out ALL the time. Can you believe she said that? You’d think being almost 1-year old would count for something.

So, you wonder what all that has to do with nose prints. I’m getting to that. Mom came back and said there were nose prints all over her rear-view mirror, whatever that is, and they were definitely DOG nose prints. How do I know she didn’t stick HER nose up there and is just saying that? What if some other dog broke into our car and stuck its nose on that mirror thing.

I do sorta remember that she had to go back in the house the last time we went somewhere. She hadn’t gotten me all settled in the back seat yet and she said something. I can’t remember if it was “stay out of the front seat” or “Sage, guard the front seat”. I like the last one best, don’t you?

Uh-oh. I just thought of something else. There’s some good in being only 1-year old–my nose prints probably aren’t on file with the Federal Bureau of Noses or Noserpol. Maybe I should lick the mirror clean before they end up there!! Good idea, huh?