New Digs

Check it out. My sister and I turned this musty old closet into a cozy, little annex where we can blog, do homework, and just chill. I never really understood the point of this room. My brother, where ever he is, used to use it as his closet, throwing his clothes around and getting dressed in there. But now that he's gone, we are finally putting it to good use. Hey, one more thing. What's with the tattered old mouse in the corner? He belongs in my toy basket.

Where Was I?

Here I am, at George Washington's house. That's where I was. I was so excited when we got out of the car and I saw where we would walk that my bowels almost exploded.

This George Washington fellow was a rich guy and he got this nice house. You can see that he kept it up real good. He had so much money that he decided to build a big city just up the river from his house. And being a smart guy, naturally he wanted to build a great college in his new city, so other people could be smart too. They named both after him, Washington, DC and George Washington University. And everyone was so grateful for the good work he did that they made him president of the US.

Sorry, nobody won the chew bone. The photo of me in George's back yard was a tough one, I admit. I guess I will have to continue enjoying that chew bone myself.

End of the road

What a sad day. No joy in Dodgertown, no joy for Tommys the world over. First Hillary, now this. It's almost too much to bear.

Ahhh, Sight Peeing Again

OK everybody. I was out sight peeing again last weekend and what an adventure it was. Everyone was petting me and no one tried to bully me.

Who can guess where I am? I've got nicely worked-in rawhide chew bone for the first person who can identify this famous spot.

Answer in my next post!

OOPS, Caught Me

My sister snuck up and caught me blogging. Didn't mean to keep yo'all in suspense - is he in McLean or back on the farm? I made it; I'm still here. But I've been so busy watching the Dodgers and I've been a little depressed about it and just never got up the energy, even though I'm delighted to remain with my family. You can see here that that I'm none too happy, about to write about the Dodgers loss. But I just didn't have the energy.

Hiatus?

I'm very sad today and this may be my last post for a while. Yes, it's D-Day, the anniversary of the day I was adopted by this great family from McLean. But that means they have the option to return me to the farm, today only, for a replacement puppy or a full refund. I didn't say anything about it in the days preceeding, imagining they would forget. But this morning I overheard some chatter about the long drive to Mt. Airy. So it looks like I'm going back. I think throwing up under daddy's chair two nights ago was the last straw. I tried to hold in, honest.

I'm determined to continue blogging though. It may be tough at first. I think all the dogs on Autumn View Farm have had their computer access revoked. I haven't heard from the gang for a while, Cody, and Milktoast, and of course my mom Cherokee. But I'll find a way, don't worry. Even if I have to trade all my toys for a second-hand computer. But if you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know why.

Under the weather

Great dinner last night, hamburger, with some macaroni and cheese. But it ended on a sour note. I hurled it all up. Not feeling so good, so that will be the end of my post for today.

New Endorsement

I am rethinking my endorsement (I can do that, can't I?). My tail just doesn't wag too much for that Obama guy anyway. I think this man should be president. He could even use some of that salary he will get for next year to help stabilize the struggling economy (which if left unfixed could impact the quality of my food).

An open letter to my mommy and daddy

Let's talk food. I'm going to lay my cards on the table, here. I like people food. The kibbles, I can take 'em or leave 'em. If I'm hungry enough and after I've eaten all the people food in the dish, you know, I'll graze a little on the kibble. It's OK. But this new dog food you got me, it's got those little bits and pieces in there that just don't agree with me. Case in point, look at the attached picture. See I cleaned by bowl . . . well, almost. You see that green spec to the left. It was in my dish, it was one of those bits and pieces I'm talking about and I'm telling you, not eating those. I'm putting my paw down. You put them in, I'll pick them up and deposit them right there on the floor. I'm not threatening you, I'm simply stating that I'm not going to eat it.

Dodger Mania

WOW, what a game last night. No big surprise here, I'm a fanatic Dodgers supporter. Being named 'Tommy', how could I be otherwise? My daddy has told me countless tails of the storied Dodger past, but this is the first playoff run I'll be able to root for in 'person.'

NOW ONLY GOTTA WIN TWO - - - GO BLUE!