Monday, December 21, 2009

The Joys of Snow by Pixel

I absolutely love snow!! It just snowed here in the mountains for a second time in December, and I had so much fun!! We usually just go out to play in it on our back porch, because it is safer since we live on such a steep mountain side. But snow is snow, no matter where you go! (Oh, my, did I just rhyme?)
I even let Mommy put a sweater on me, as long as she doesn't expect any tricks to be done, and as long as it is ONLY for being in the snow. My video for 'Trouble with Sweaters' is no laughing matter!!
The snow is so pretty to look at as it is falling. My Mommy and I love to watch the snow fall together. She says that snowflakes are amazingly detailed works of art, like little pieces of lace sent from heaven. And I must say, the snow tastes really good, too! Mommy says not to eat the yellow snow though...I wonder why?
Sometimes my cousin and uncles go out to run around with me in the snow. We just jump and run back and forth and bark a thousand times...I think everyone should do that when it snows! The pretty pomeranian is my cousin Peanut...she loves to eat the snow too! And she barks loudest of all of us. We have so much fun together! Notice that I got out of wearing a sweater in this photo.
Mommy threw a few snowballs at me and I finally caught one and tried to eat it...haha, she can't throw that one at me anymore. She tried to get it back, but I was too ninja fast - I showed her! Now, if I only knew how to make one and throw it at Mommy...

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Trouble with Sweaters by Pixel

My Mommy is always trying to get me to wear sweaters during the cold months. It gets freezing here in the mountains - icy and snowy and windy - and I know she is just trying to keep me warm. Now, intellectually, I understand this, because I have delicate pink skin and can easily get cold. I have worn puppy tees and sweaters since I was a baby pup, but I think I am becoming allergic to them! Let me tell you about sweaters - they are like kryptonite to me!
For some reason, they make me super weak and all my super dog trick powers disappear! Did you ever see the movie, "Bolt," about the super power dog and his adventures? (By the way, he is one of THE BEST Hollywood dogs ever!!) At one crucial point in the film, he finds out that styrofoam saps all his super powers and whenever he is near it he cannot do his super dog tricks. It is just like what kryptonite does to Superman when he is near it!
Well, that is what sweaters do to me! This phenomenon has gotten gradually worse with each wearing of a sweater for me!! It is horrible, let me tell you. My Mommy video taped what happens as evidence. In the video tape shown at the beginning of this blog post, she started with having me perform a few of my simpler tricks that I do, which are 'smack' (a high five), 'snear' (I give a really good snarly face!) and 'whisper' (a bark with no sound). She has me do each one several times, which isn't a problem at all...until she puts 'The Sweater' on me.
As soon as I am wearing a sweater, something happens that I cannot explain - I suddenly cannot perform ANY of my tricks! As Mommy video taped me with the sweater on, I could barely walk and no matter how many times she said, 'smack' 'snear' or 'whisper,' I could NOT do them. All I could do was get a twitch in my lip, give sad little dog looks and stare helplessly as ALL strength was sapped from me. I could barely even chew a rice cake treat!
Finally, she took the sweater off again and I gained all my super powers back, making me feel much better. Let me tell you, that was a close call! I guess I was just born to be FREE.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Trouble with Hairbrushes

Mommy always says that it's important to brush your hair to keep it pretty and healthy. But I'm not as keen to that idea as she is. I like the actual feel of the brush running through my hair, but sometimes the bristles are a bit much, so I am always squeamish about it. And I swear, sometimes that thing comes out of nowhere, sneaking up on me when I least expect it!
I usually try my intimidating stare technique on the brush, just like Bolt does in his movie. I am merely trying to keep the brush in line and to make sure that it knows I will only put up with so much.
But just when I think I have outsmarted it, Mommy scoops me up (usually after I have gotten into something sticky!) and brings THE BRUSH out and starts fussing over me.
I am stealthy, however, and I occasionally get my revenge on the irritating brush. I can sneak up on that brush just as well as it sneaks up on me...take that!