Dogs Don't Look Both Ways
Sunday March 8th, 2015 at 05:49 PMThe door was closed and I was standing in front of this mirror, which was hanging on the door. My mom and dad had been running around for a while, up and down, putting on clothes, and I know that thats a sign theyre going to go out shortly. I wanted to go with them. It didnt matter where they were going: I wanted to go with them.So everywhere my mom went, I followed. I followed her up the stairs, and down, and into the bedroom, and out of it again. I stayed as close to her as I could. Then... Sunday March 8th, 2015 at 05:45 PM
I was standing in front of this beautiful watercolor. The watercolor was of poppies in a vase, on a table with things all around it.
To the right was an open door, which led to our back yard. It was a sunny day, as you can see from the light shining on the carpet to the right.
Behind me was my mom.
I was tempted to go outside, but interested in being with my mom, too, but she wasnt saying Joey, come or anything. I waited, there, listening to behind me, and waiting for her to call me and say...
Saturday March 8th, 2014 at 05:51 PM
Scrabble is a favorite game for dogs.
Its a family game.
Here, my Dad is taking his turn, and Im watching him for clues as to his letters. Hes taking his time. To me, its not about winning. Its about quality time with my family.
We come up with some pretty good words.
Thursday January 17th, 2013 at 11:50 AM
Everybodys wondering about why dogs eat tissues, why dogs are so fascinated with used tissues. Im not. Im wondering how to obtain them. I used to have a source. My source was the trash basket. There was one trash basket in the 2nd floor bathroom and one in the 2nd floor bedroom and one in the far and darkened corner of the basement room.
The basement one was the easiest to obtain my used tissues because there I had a lot of privacy and because the carpeting absorbed the sound of my walking. If...
Friday October 12th, 2012 at 04:52 AM
Another one of those trips to the animal hospital where Im perfectly happy to go. More than happy. Theres always a new excitement in the air because the air tells me that new dogs whom Ive never met are nearby. Its not always the easiest thing to wag my tail in the car, but I manage.
Into the hospital we went, and waited. There was one dog in the Dogs section who was really nice until he started barking at me. And that ended our budding friendship. Mom took me away, and then decided to try...
Thursday August 23rd, 2012 at 02:18 PM
Ive always been excited about going away, getting in the car and driving away. Ive never been excited about the sight of the suitcases that my parents place on the floors and beds though the ones sitting up in the attic dont phase me in the least. But recently my parents started packing suitcases and also carrying my bed to the door. Carrying my bed to the door trumped the depression I feel when I see suitcases out and about. With my bed, I know its going to be a good time. This time my...
Friday July 27th, 2012 at 01:53 AM
I look pretty bad here. Whats worse is how I felt. I couldnt run, I could barely walk, my parents thought I was dying. And I guess I was. I felt sick as a dog, and I was. My mom wanted me to see my favorite doctor in the world, but she wasnt there. So I saw the next doctor, then another, and finally I ended up where I should have started out, with my favorite doctor in the world (aside from Dr. Kiko, but I saw him too), who was now back from being away, andmy favorite doctor in the world...
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