so....anyways....

Mom tells me that of the 45 years she's been on this earth, she's only lived 5 of those without a canine in the house. What about your mom?

Buzzzzzz....by Murphy

So, today, I'm looking out the window and what do I see? A BEE and what's even better?? It was on my side of the glass!!! For once, oh joy, it was on my side where I could reach it - something alive! It was sitting in one spot, so I went over to it and took a sniff - surprisingly it smelled like wood?? Perhaps that was the wood it sat on?? I don't know. Suddenly, the thing moves and starts growling at me!! The nerve! Doesn't he see the size I am versus the size he is????? I could eat him if I wanted to, was what I was thinking! So, I GROWLED back! He growled, then I growled, back and forth. It didn't seem to be getting us anywhere in defining who was superior(which was CLEARLY me), so I nudged him (and jumped back, not that I was scared of anything). He just kept growling! So, I decided to taste him...so I crept up to him and took a bite! NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!! HE BIT FIRST!!! I yelped and the Mom came running to see what the problem was - her response: 'Uh-oh!' I didn't what that meant! Later, I found out as my mouth began to puff up and become sore! Stupid bee! This war ain't over!!!

Mom by Barker

Sorry to hear about your back...take it easy girl.

Today they gave me more links on my chain so now I can climb on top of
my dawg haus and sit on the fence so I can see what everyone in this 6
house radius is up to. It's not that comfortable but the view...ahhh
the view and the breeze...sniff sniff....yum! The one they call mom saw
me sitting on the fence and came running, apparently she thought I was
hung up.
She is so funny. Acts like she doesn't like me sometimes but I know I
am her favorite.

Gotta go get my pillow now and wrestle with it.

cya ..... B

Running by Murphy

Barker, I know what you mean when they run. Cracks me up. They look
ssssoooo uncoordinated with only two legs! I like to have a little fun
with her when she runs. I chase after her and try and trip her and nip at
her butt! She doesn't think it is funny and half yells/laughs at me. I'm
not sure what to think about that!

Green Grass by Barker

She took me out across the street for a walk up to the building the kids
go to every morning. I sniffed and sniffed everything and ate some
birdseed under a birdfeeder at the school. Then I took off running and
she started running behind me, it scared me so bad to see her move that
fast that I stopped dead in my tracks and she couldn't stop and tripped
over me and rolled into the grass on the side of the road. People were
driving by being that it was around 5pm and she was cusssssing attttt
meeee. WHAT?!!!! What did I do?! I don't care what anyone thinks I
love to roll in the grass....what is her problem?!!!!!

cya B

Running Free by Murphy

Barker, let me help you! Seeing as I am 9 years your senior, I have been
through a lot with the ones they call Mom and Dad. I too, was on a line
where I could only run back and forth, back and forth. Let me tell you
about the master plan I developed about 6 years ago. I'm living in luxury
and you can too if you follow this plan! Start barking ...a lot! Bark at
everything you see!! Bark at the squirrels, the cats, the leaves, the
wind! Bark and pretend you see something - stand stiff and stare in one
direction (don't laugh when you see her trying to figure out what you're
barking at - that'll give it away). That is what I did. It wore on her
nerves! It wore and wore and wore!!! Then, one day, they started talking
about moving to a new, bigger dog house. I heard her say that it had to
have a six foot, wood fence for ....MWA! I kept my ears peeled! Then,
one day, they loaded their stuff into a big square, moving thing and
...presto, we were in a new dog house. Within weeks, they built me a nice
fence and now, I can just run and run and run, free from ropes and chains.
I still bark at nothing just to watch her run to the window and try to
figure it out! hahaha.

Potty Mouth by Murphy

The mom sends me to the vet for professional cleaning of all openings
and smelly points on my body. She says I am too rough and God forbid
she break a nail. For I have broken her nail before and she shouted
some words at me that do not bear repeating. Perhaps she should have
her mouth washed out.

I accidently tore my pillow bed up while they were gone and now I have
no comfy place to lay. Maybe if I look real pitiful she'll get me
another one....I can only hope.

nite.....b