Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Thank you

I see that my appeal worked for this other Tommy the Cockapoo.

I just noticed on the web site that 'Adoption Pending' for this little guy.

Now he can get his cararact operation. If you are the one who was summoned to act on my appeal, give us all a shout in the 'Comments'. We'd all like to hear from you and give you our hearty 'thanks'

Monday, October 29, 2007

Another 'Tommy the Cockapoo'

[This is just gonna break your heart]

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

My Poor Daddy

Poor Cody. He really got beat up bad by Milktoast. I've learned my lesson. Fighting's not the answer (though I do enjoy friendly wrestling once in a while).

Daddy, hope you get better soon. Everyone out there, please send your 'get well' wishes to him at cody@autumnviewfarm.com.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Groomed Again - Clean Glands!

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

'Fetch' - It's Not My Thing

See the picture. I know my Daddy would like for me to do this - fetch, that is. But, hey, it's just not my thing. Some dogs are big, some small. Some dogs are furry, some not. Some wear stupid pink collars, some not. We dogs are not all cut from the same mold - what a boring world that would be. I happen to prefer not to fetch. I like being chased, that's my thing. What's my point? Well I've come under a lot criticism, from my human mommy and daddy, from Cody, etc. And I just wish everyone would cut me some slack and let me be the cockapoo I am.


Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sodomy on a Saturday Morning

Yesterday seemed an ordinary Saturday morning. We slept in late, I got a nice walk around the neighborhood. Then my daddy got me all excited, yelling 'bye-bye, bye-bye'. Cool, I thought, let's do it.

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

My Pee Post

Ahhhhhhhhh. Just the sight of it gives me relief. Here I am posing with my favorite 'pee-post' down the street, around the corner. The sniff of it gives me this overwhelming urge to urinate. But I gotta go fast, because sometimes this mean man with the two dopey looking poodles comes out and yells at me.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Mystery Object

Hey everybody - it's me, Tommy.
You know, I love my backyard. It's a great place to sniff, run, lift my leg, and play with my toys, all in a wooded setting, the kind of setting that helps bring out my inner dog. You know what they say . . . "you can take the dog out of the woods, but you can't take the woods out of the dog."
So after all this time, I know every inch of my backyard, every toy, every tree (yep, I've gotten them all), etc. But this yellow thing here, the one pictured, it's got me baffled. It looks like something left by a space alien. Once in a while, my daddy takes me on the leash back there and just stands there until I lift my leg. I don't know why he does it. I sniff it, it smells awful. Then, I stand around for a few moments, then what the hey, I'm not going to stand here like a dope forever, so I water the tree next to it. It's then I'm led away, my daddy muttering something, and finally taken off the leash to run and play.
Anyone out there in the blogosphere got a clue? What is it?

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

I Made It

D-Day has come and gone, folks. I'm still here in McLean, here for another year. I'm one happy pup and the whole experience has given me a new perspective. Yep, I'm gonna be extra good, no more struggling in the bath, no more struggling when my daddy puts that goop in my ear, and maybe I'll even fetch the ball once in a while.
And you, dear reader, will have another year of Tommy's BLOG - that is, computer access here, but no way down there on Autumn View Farm.

Monday, October 8, 2007

D-Day - Again

It's Dog-Day (D-Day for short). It's really here. It's wonderful to think I've been here for a whole year. But I've been so scared all day - today's the day misbehaving cockapoos can be returned to their original owners. I was in my crate this morning, minding my own business, when the door went 'beep - beep'. That nice girl from next door came by, but I was scared that maybe she came to take me away. But she just walked me and played with me and that was fun. Only a few more hours to go till the end of D-Day. I'll be happy when this day is over!

Saturday, October 6, 2007


Uh-Oh. That day is coming up, October 8, my one year anniversary in this wonderful home in McLean. I overheard my daddy talking about D-Day (for 'Dog Day') coming up, and how every year on D-Day, owners are permitted to return misbehaving cockapoos to their original owners. Well, I've been real good, except for a few times, and I've tried real hard. Mommy, Daddy, if you are reading this, I really like it here and I will try to be better if you let me stay - OK?
By the way, I looked up 'D-Day' on the world wide web and found this ominous picture. It captures the spirit of what may be in store for me if I have to go back to Autumn View Farm (though I do miss my mom, Cherokee).