Wednesday, December 26, 2007
My mommy and daddy took me to our nation's capitol for some sniffing and peeing. It was a fun trip. I got to pee on some real famous spots. We started at the Vietnam Memorial. I peed on a couple of the posts, but my daddy wouldn't let me 'go' on the wall, not sure why. Then chased some ducks at the Declaration of Independence exhibit before going to the WW II Memorial. There were a lot of people there, so it was hard to find a quiet spot, but I managed to get one of the pillars. I then got to go to the Washington Monument (pictured at the left). We walked the entire perimeter, my daddy tried to get me to 'go' on it but I was saving it up for . . . the National Christmas tree. It's a big, big tree, a dog could really lose himself in there. But to my bitter disappointment, it is all fenced in - I got so close, but yet so far. We walked around there for a bit; I tried to lift my leg on the cute little manger scene, but daddy whisked me away before I got a chance. We ended the day at the Einstein exhibit, but I had nothing left for Albert.
All in all, a great day.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
I've been silent on this subject up until now. It took a while to get over the shock. Michael Vick was sentenced to 23 months!!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
You shouldn't believe anything that Gizmo says. He's the kind of dog, how should I say this . . . well, after you wrestle him, you better count the studs on your collar. This dog, Gizmo, he's always got an angle. He plays cards with the Dobermans all the time, for BIG steaks (sic). It's been alleged that it's not beneath him to pull a card or two out from under his fur, which he conveniently keeps longer than average. He's a gutsy poodle, I'll give him that; if the Dobermans ever catch him in the act, I'm afraid it's goodbye Gizmo.
Well, Tommy, he's been pulling this dramatic "I'm you're pa" stunt with nearly all the newly adopted Autumn View Farm puppies. Once he learned about Trouble's $12,000,000 trust fund (you know, Leona Helmsley's Maltese dog named Trouble), he's been trying to find an angle to get himself in on the action. He's been trying to ingratiate himself with a well-to-do family, get off the farm and adopted, and maybe cash in on his own big trust fund.
So Tommy, my adorable little puppy, Gizmo is not your dad. He's just not my type. As I've told you before, Cody is your dad.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Many of you have been asking - "so Tommy, who do you like for human president?" I didn't want to respond too hastily, this is, after all, my first presidential campaign. I've given the matter a lot of thought and done quite a bit of research (what else do I have to do with my time during the day?).
At this stage . . . drum roll please . . . I'm prepared to throw my substantial weight behind Hillary Clinton.
I found this web site that clearly lists where each candidate stands on the major issue of the day. Hillary has what it takes, a nice, friendly looking dog, one that wouldn't bully me in the dog park. He looks like the kind of dog you can sit down with and enjoy a bowl of Alpo. And from this picture it's obvious Hillary has made a very happy, stable home life for her family and dog.
As for those other candidates, Richardson's got two cats (nuff said); Huckabee's hunting dog sounds scary; Chris Dodd - wait a minute, who is he, again?; McCain just can't make up his mind; Romney with his horses - who cares? But the worst one, that Obama, he's got no pets and he's already making promises he has no intention of keeping.
Here's that web site I was telling you about and I copied the important stuff below the link, so you can read for yourself.
Hillary Clinton owns a chocolate lab named Seamus.
Bill Richardson has two tabby cats, Jackie and Squeaky.
Chris Dodd and Barack Obama have no pets, though Obama has promised his kids a dog.
Mike Huckabee has a hunting dog, Jet, and a shih tzu, Sonic.
Mitt Romney's wife owns horses.
Sam Brownback has his two cats, a Lab/blue heeler mix named Twinkle, a miniature Dachshund, Emma and a fish named Marvin Three.
John McCain owns three turtles, three parakeets, a ferret, two dogs, a cat and 13 salt water fish.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Scary, but true story.
"Rags, a 17-pound cockapoo, a cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle, who belongs to Donna and Martin Seim, went missing the morning of Oct. 24 after the 2-year-old pup ran out of his Middle Road home to chase deer. . .
"At long last, Sunday morning a man was walking his dog near the landfill when a small, scared-looking dog ran out of the woods and whimpered. The man knew it was Rags right away, the Seims said, and called them to let them know his whereabouts."
I think I've learned my lesson. I'm not running off after any more squirrels unless I'm safely on my leash. Just glad to hear Rags is OK (kind of a dopey name, though, 'Rags.' Not a cool name like 'Tommy.'
Thursday, November 1, 2007
I asked my human daddy and he said we can have one. We are going to Mt. Airy this weekend and pick one out. He said I get to choose. I'm kinda undecided. Which one do you think I should take?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
I was browsing the internet and look what I found - a furry little cockapoo, and he's named Tommy, just like me! But that's where the similarity stops. This Tommy hasn't had the good life, like I have. He's had a mean mom all these years and now he's looking for a real home and a new owner who can pay for his cataract operation.
Here's the web link. You'll see little Tommy towards the bottom. Just click on his page to read his heart rending bio. http://www.cockerspanielrescue.com/dogs/dogs.php
So if you're a human out there, and you've read my blog and you're convinced that a small furry cockapoo is the way to go (yes, he also has floppy ears and a short stubby tail, just like me, and his teeth don't look so straight, neither), and you got one thousand bucks to pay for that cataract operation, you should consider adopting this little guy. Just follow the web link which will tell you how.
Thank you for opening your heart.
Tommy (the caramel cockapoo)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Daddy, hope you get better soon. Everyone out there, please send your 'get well' wishes to him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My groomer came again yesterday and trimmed my fur. I feel good and everyone says I look cute. But what's the deal - she gave me a 'B' again. I overheard her telling my daddy that she marked me down because I was scared of the reverse vacuum cleaner she used on me. Duhhh - maybe she shoulda marked herself down for using such a brutal instrument on a small, furry cockapoo.
I'm very proud to report that my anal glands were in good shape. Not every dog can say that, now can they?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Off we went and I thought we would go on a nice hike or something. But no, we arrive at my doctor's office. There were a lot of nice dogs around and I enjoyed sniffing them. Then, it's my turn to go into 'the Room.' The next thing you know, this lady pulls out 'the Stick' - you know the one I'm talking about. She starts to chase me around the room, and I said 'NO', well, at least as best as a dog can. I put my tail firmly between my legs and crawled under the chair my mom was sitting in. In dog language, that clearly means 'I don't wanna.' But then the lady comes at me with an evil grin, yanks me out from under the chair, and proceeds to sodomize me. Why doesn't she understand that 'NO' means 'NO'?
Well, this sort of thing goes on all the time to us dogs, as the world stands by and does nothing. How come in the human world, it's a major crime, a front page story, and it happens to us cockapoos and everyone thinks it's ha-ha, funny? Like that poor human in New York City a few years ago - you know, Abner Louima
He's the guy who was brutalized by the NYC cops. That's a big deal, a major scandal for then mayor Rudy Guiliani (who incidentally is currently running for human president). Well, this Abner fellow ends up receiving $10 million in a lawsuit. What do I get? KIBBLES. It's time to take a stand everyone. This shouldn't be happening to dogs, not in the 21st century.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Hello from the blogoshphere!!
I got groomed again this week. My mommy and daddy tell me I look really cute. I thought I overheard my daddy whispering to my mommy (they thought I couldn't hear but they don't realize how good my ears are, especially after the groomer cleaned them) that she took off too much fur. But I feel good. It feels about right to me.
But let's get down to the main point, here. Of all the audacity, my groomer gives me a report card, like she's judging me or something. And lookie here, she only gave me a 'B'. What an indignation, in puppy school, I got straight 'A's. From her comment, I'm led to believe she graded me down for my behavior in the bath. Well EXCUSE MEEEEE!! First she had the water too hot, so I yelped and struggled to get out. Then she had the water too cold, so I tried to get out. She finally got it right, but got soap in my eyes. So I again struggled to get out so I could rub it out. After that, I behaved like a perfect cockapoo, and her comments bear that out. When we're all done, she pats me on the tush, but doesn't give me any treat, nor squeaky toy, no nothing.
As I understand it, (and I understand plenty, let me tell you), it's my mommy and daddy who pay HER. She's the one who should be getting the grade. So here goes:
- My Doggie Says: My hands were cold and I got soap in his eyes
- Doggie Remaks: She was cute (no doubt), but she didn't give me a toy
- My groomer's report card: 'D' I'll try harder next time (but my doggie loves me anyway)
Monday, August 27, 2007
I'm going to share a little bit of myself here, I don't think I ever shared this with anyone before. I don't think it was any secret that when my human mommy and daddy first brought me home, I was a bit down in the dumps. I missed my mom, Cherokee, very much. And maybe even my dad, Cody, just a little bit, even though he never acknowledged me as his son. But I became truly depressed the next day when I made my first trip to the doctor. She is a very nice lady, even though she puts that small stick up my behind every time I see her. But the first thing she told my mommy and daddy is that I have an UNDERBITE and can't be a show dog. You gotta understand, when I was just a little pup, Cherokee would rock me to sleep and tell me stories of how I would be a great champion cockapoo some day. And along comes this doctor and reality slaps me hard in the face.
I want so bad to live up to her dreams for me. I posted a recent picture of me. So what do you think - do I really have an underbite?
So I started searching the internet for solutions. And check this out, it's not impossible. Doggies like me can get braces:
The article says most vets won't do it unless the dog is in pain. No problem, I'll just pretend, get it? So what do you think? Should I get the braces or not?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
If no one steps forward to claim ownership, the case will move to a federal judge who has two options: sell the dogs or dispose of them "by other humane means."
Other humane means usually results in killing the dogs, animal rights experts say.
My mommy and daddy put me in the car for what I thought would be a simple trip to my favorite store, Petsmart. But we just kept driving . . . and driving . . . and driving. My stomach got a little queasy at one point, and I barfed a little. No problem, it was just a lousy kibble breakfast I heaved. Along the way, I got to stop and sniff at several interesting places. Then we came to a place for the night. There were a lot of strange and scary people, so I did a lot of barking to scare them off and protect my mommy and daddy. Don't worry, they're fine. We went to a cool restaurent, but they wouldn't let me eat there, so we ate beside the pool. More strange people, but I kept everything cool.
The the next day, we got back in the car and what did we do? Drive . . . and drive . . . and drive. We stopped for a good lunch at my favorite restaurant, the one with those funny yellow arches, then did some more driving. Then we finally arrived at grandma's. I hadn't met her before, so when she opened the door, I barked at her. Then I realized it is my grandparents, so I settled in and they have been nice to me, nicer than everyone else in my family. They kept throwing me in the pool. "Wouldn't it be funny to see if Tommy can swim." Well, ha, ha, ha. Yes, I can swim, I'm a dog, for God's sake. But I don't like it in that pool, and daddy, if you're reading this, don't throw me back in or else I won't let you scratch me behind my ears anymore.
Well, gotto go. My big brother wants the computer (so what else is new?).
Monday, August 13, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
to the indictment. The animals were killed "by various methods, including
hanging, drowning and slamming at least one dog's body to the ground," the
indictment said." OUCH.
Look at the picture. I think I see some cockapoos in the cage. That's just not right. We cockapoos aren't fighters; we're much better at being house dogs, sleeping, being chased, eating, and maybe a little light wrestling for fun.