Apr 282014

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 wasn’t saying “Joey, come” or anything.  I waited, there, listening to behind me, and waiting for her to call me and say “Joey, come” but she didn’t. Still, I waited. I stared straight ahead, and I waited.

And this is what I was thinking at this time.  I was waiting for her to say “Joey, come”, which she never did, at least not then.

 Posted by at 8:45 pm
Apr 182014

Even at 14-1/2, I’m having new experiences, going new places, seeing new things. Here I am in an ocean. A very big body of water. It was different – nothing like I’d ever experienced – but I love it.

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 Posted by at 1:12 pm
Apr 172014
The 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 that’s a sign they’re going to go out shortly. I wanted to go with them. It didn’t 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 she went into this room and I followed. Next she closed the door but stood there facing the door she had just closed.  I didn’t understand it at all, but I stood by her side, as still as possible, looking at her through this mirror.  I am looking at her through this mirror, hoping that she will take me with her when she goes out, which I am sure she is going to do. That is, I am sure she is going to go out; I am not so sure she is going to take me with her.

 Posted by at 8:49 pm
Mar 082014

Scrabble is a favorite game for dogs. 

It’s a family game.

Here, my Dad is taking his turn, and I’m watching him for clues as to his letters.  He’s taking his time.  To me, it’s not about winning. It’s about quality time with my family.

We come up with some pretty good words.

 Posted by at 8:51 pm
Jul 212013

We took a long drive, Mom and I, in her hot car. Once she stopped the car and we went to a store and she came out and fed me a bagel. I was shaking while I ate the pieces as she was handing them to me. Then she went inside and got me one more. Same thing. Best bagels in my life!

Soon we drove, and stopped again. This time she asked me to get out of the hot car, filled my water bowl and laid it on the ground by the car, and I drank, we rested, and then got back in the car. More driving. I was so hot and tired.

Then one more stop. It was a nice place, I could tell lots of animals were there, lots of dogs. It was a wonderful place. Friendly people. But soon I had a very new experience.  Mom says, “Dad just sent you a message, Joey. He says “Show ’em you’re a man!”” What’s that supposed to me?  Soon, into a room Mom brought me – and right there in the room was a female dog! Oh my, the two people there let me smell her and boy was this an exciting experience.  Honestly – I hadn’t expected this!image_1_cropWell, it was a pretty  new feeling.

Things were happening so fast. I’m not really sure what was going on.  Then they separated me from my little female friend, though she seemed to be interested in playing with me:


Pretty soon I was just being held by one of the people, it was very strange. I’m not sure what the point was. It seemed like a long time, and Mom was there too, but she wasn’t helping me very much.

image_3_crI can’t really say that I’d like a repeat of this experience, though everybody was very nice and Mom seemed to be very excited, saying we could have Joey puppies and all.

The drive back home seemed to be faster than the drive down. No stops, no bagels. Back home, I was just plain exhausted, and followed Mom’s instructions when she said, “Joey, drink.”

 Posted by at 12:58 am
Jan 172013

Everybody’s wondering about why dogs eat tissues, why dogs are so fascinated with used tissues. I’m not. I’m 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 the door to the basement was open at all, I could just push it open a little more and go down the stairs, over to the corner of the room, and pull out used tissues without anybody knowing where I was.  If I was walking around on the 2nd floor my parents could hear my footsteps and rush up and intercept.

I did my business with the tissue right there, and left. That is, I left the tissue, the evidence, on the floor beside the basket.


When my Dad would see it laying there, he would have a fit.

It’s not like I didn’t know what I was doing.  If I was in the middle of my crime and Dad or Mom came home, I would beat my tail behind me in small and rapid whipping-like motions and slink my way upstairs or downstairs. They knew, even before they saw the evidence.

One day I came home and there was a change, an extreme change, to our home in three places.


My parents are pretty smart. I’m going to just have to accept this for the moment or to try to find another source of used tissues. But of this I’m sure: If there is another source of used tissues, I will find it!

 Posted by at 2:50 pm
Oct 122012

Another one of those trips to the animal hospital where I’m perfectly happy to go. More than happy. There’s always a new excitement in the air because the air tells me that new dogs whom I’ve never met are nearby.  It’s 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 friendship again with him, and again he started acting friendly, and then barked at me again. So that did it for good.

My hope was to find another friend, or another doctor to make friends with, and soon I found one. A doctor, that is. Mom and I followed her into a little room, where I usually get lots of attention. But this time it was a real washout. Mom and the doctor talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. I had to obtain some attention for myself after a while, but it wasn’t sustaining. And then they kept talking. What a waste.  I could have been having a really good time all the while they were talking.

So here is my animal nutritionist with me.

Before I went to the animal nutritionist my mom was feeding me chicken and rice three times a day, with some occasional squash. After I went to the animal nutritionist, my mom was giving me dry kibble two times a day.

I really don’t see what was to gain by seeing this animal nutritionist. Can anybody give me some sympathy, please?

 Posted by at 12:52 am
Aug 232012

I’ve always been excited about going away, getting in the car and driving away. I’ve 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 don’t 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 it’s going to be a good time.

This time my parents made me crazy keeping me waiting. They had my bed at the front door, but we weren’t going into the car. I had to wait and wait and wait until they were ready. They Mom carried my bed into the car, as you can see, but wouldn’t let me sit in the car with the bed. “Come out, Joey,” Dad said.

Was there a point to my having to come out of the car, when my bed was inside the car?

Eventually my parents let me back into the car with my bed.

And that began my overnight(s) adventure at the home of my Labrador Retriever friend Jenny, with her big family.

I’m still a bit confused about the part where my parents walked outside our friends’ home onto their porch and didn’t let me follow; and then stood outside our friends’ front door and  faced me, inside the home, my not understanding why the front door was closing little by little on me, and said “Bye, Joey. We love you. We’ll see you soon” and then the front door closed completely between them and me.  But that’s okay.

And just like my parents do in their home, in the evenings my friends placed my bed at the foot of their bed, and how well I slept.

Occasionally during the day I slept on my friend Jenny’s bed and made her sleep on the sofa. But that’s okay. Those are the rules!

 Posted by at 10:18 am
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