The Mystery of the Blue Paw

Not too long ago, something very strange was going on...everywhere I went, a sinister blue madman was behind me.  It was a hot, summer night and I began to think, "Who better to find this intruder than the super-snoops, Agnies of Pississi and Bob Barker, Beagle and Basset Extraordinaire.

We began our search in the garden--it was dark and damp and smelled of rotting wood and overly-sweet hibiscus.  The grass had a strange odor...Mr. Lift-a-Leg had already staked out his territory.  Blue Man Beware!

Agnies led the way but our trail turned cold.  Who was this evil that lurked within?  Where was our path leading to?


Suddenly, in the darkness, a wolf-like presence appeared.  She was striking in the moonlight.  A real beauty.  Who's reflection in the cold, dark water was I seeing?  I should bark.  I should bark a lot.  I feel as though I know this girl...

As the evening went on, more and more blue blood appeared.  What was it?  Where did it come from?  Could we be saved?
Was it aliens?  Was Mom planting flowers on the sidewalk?  Was the porch growing some type of blue fungus?  The fear grew to immense proportions...UNTIL

Well, what the heck is that blue stuff on my paw?  Honestly, I have no idea where that came from?  That gallon of paint by the garage?  What gallon of paint?  The blue puddle, by the gallon of paint?  Oh, right...I thought you wanted the lid off being that you humans left it there.  It's a very nice color especially on the black concrete.

Well, such a relief.

Hmm...blue paw...BLUE PAW SHILOHS...where canine genius is born.

No Dog, Dog Show

I know, I'm beautiful.  Here's the deal--I'm blowing my coat and skinny so I brought my humans to this Oklahoma City Dog Show to see all my cousins.  They all won Best in Breed, Best in Everything--except for some stinking Corgi that's 3rd in the nation, but who cares--he's short like Bob Barker and it doesn't count.  Anyway, it was only about 100 degrees IN THE SHADE and all my dog relatives had to go run around in this ring and some lady poked and prodded on them.  Yeah, looked like a lot of fun to me if you don't mind a dental/rectal exam.  They got ribbons and their humans were real happy about it.


We hung out most of the day and I minded my own business.  I heard we might be going to Texas next for a Pet Expo so hopefully, I'll fatten up a little and my hair won't look like Britney Spears after a nervous breakdown.

The Hobo Dogs

Charles P. Eisenmann, the owner of London and the Hobo Dogs, passed away recently.  These are my distant cousins and they gave me and my fellow ISSR Shiloh Shepherds great intelligence and beauty.  Thank you, sir for everything you accomplished. 

Drop Box

GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!
Well, I turned one year old on Saturday and of course, out comes the party props...ribbons, tiaras, candles and balloons. I told Mom you only get one shot at this and that's it. So, here it is. Now give me my food!

I've been feeling a lot better lately (except when Mom gives me too much food or something new that my enzymes don't seem to mush up). I got spayed and something called gastropexy which left a really, big scar on my gorgeous belly. But you can hardly see it now so I'll give the humans a thank you for taking the extra step in trying to prevent bloat. I don't seem to be gaining any weight but I'm feeling so much better and I'm growing really tall so maybe I'll fatten up when that slows down. Anyway, Bob Barker keeps barking and Agnies keeps us all in line and CC Cat is still the most fun to chase.

Heading to Oklahoma City next weekend for the dog show. Can't wait to see my cousins.