Talkin' Baseball II

Yep, that Bryce Harper is the real deal, alright. Not only does he look like a cockapoo and run like a cockapoo, but he is real dog lover. His parents know that and so they got him a little puppy, Swag, for Christmas. That's a picture of Swag, a chocolate lab, that Bryce sent me to post on my blog, so the whole canine community would get to see him and know that no matter how big and famous he gets he will always be a friend to us dogs.

Swag is still a little puppy and still learning life skills. But when gets a little older and learns to read and write, I hope he will be a frequent contributor to this forum. And maybe I'll see Swag out there at the park when my daddy takes me to the ballgame.

Talkin' Baseball

 

Those who have followed my blog know I am a big baseball fan and that my favorite player was Manny.  But he hasn't played a lot recently and then I heard he quit, so I lost interest and napped instead of flipping on the game.

Daddy has been watching a lot of games this year.  He thinks I'm sleeping, but I have been playing careful attention and I decided I like this guy Bryce Harper.  What's there not to like.  His fur looks like a cockapoos, except the groomer did a bad job.  And he runs as fast as a cockapoo, too.  It would be like a dream come true if daddy takes me to an actual game to see him.  But I don't know if that can happen because of baseball's strict segregation rules.  But he's a good daddy and maybe he can work something out.

My Latest Fur Cut



I got my fur cut this past weekend.  I'm not going to lie to you -- I don't like it.  They put me in a cage before and after the torture session.  And when they are all done, all the good sniffs are taken out of my fur and I smell like some kind of soap dish -- yuchhh.  But I have to admit, I am cooler on my walks without all that extra fur.
 
The lady who runs the place is kind of nice except for all the things she has her helpers do to me.  When they were done with me, she said I was a very good boy and so she was going to give me a new bandana and let me choose it.  So she led me to the back room where she keeps them and said I could choose my own.  It was a hard decision because she has such a large variety, from Santa Clauses to Easter bunnies, four-leaf clovers, to turkeys.  But then I saw the one I wanted, so I gently pawed it and she put it on me.  You can see it on me in the photo above, one that truly expresses who I am both as a dog and global citizen:  the one with the peace symbols.  Because that's me.  I just want peace and no fighting.  I think all dogs should be happy and sniff each other and not play ruff.  And humans, too.

My 6th Birthday

Believe it or not, your blogger Tommy has turned 6.  Seems like just yesterday I was woofing it up for Hillary for human president.  I think I've matured since then and am taking my time evaluating the candidates before throwing in my two bones.

It was quite a birthday celebration my family threw for me last Saturday. 

First, my family played with me all day and gave me lots of attention.

Second, we all went out for dinner, me, my mommy and daddy and brother and sister.  I sat under the table and I got not one, but two stuffed kongs, with HOT DOG, no less (note to reader, despite the name, it was certified to contain strictly beef, no canine meat).

I got presents, too.  You can see the picture of me above, with my new porcine toy that makes actual pig noises.  It even matches the color of my tongue.  But my big present was a total surprise.  In the morning I heard the doorbell ring, no big deal, I just woofed a little.  Then two big humans come in and take my bed away -- uh oh.  But wait, they brought in a brand NEW BED for me.  It is higher up to jump into, but that's OK because it is real soft and just sink right into it and sleep very well.  WHAT A SURPRISE FROM MOMMY AND DADDY.  I don't want to hog it all for myself, so I have been letting them sleep in it too, just for now.