Summer's Here

Here I am, sitting pretty in all this soft, green grass.  I LOVE being over here especially when Bob Barker and Agnies have to sit on the other side of the gate and I'm in my secret garden all by myself.  I think the pink gate shows off my gorgeous coat, don't you? 

Toys Aren't Us

Do you ever wonder what your human parents were thinking?  They do some really goofy stuff.  I'm 8 months old now and my teeth are really getting big.  I have the constant urge to chew on anything in sight.  Anyway, I don't have many toys left since I ate them all...stuffed toys have been gone for quite a while and plastic toys are great fun to chew into little pieces and spit all over the floor.  Anyway, last Saturday, Mom and Dad came in with a bag from PetsMart.  They pulled out all kinds of 'tuff' dog toys.  This must be a contest I'm thinking.  Anyhow, I get the first one--it's a great big orange-looking bone with little bumpy things all over.  Yessiree Bob (and I'm not talking Bob the Basset), it took me less than a minute to rip the end right off that thing.  What's next?  Cool, a hard toy for treats.  Let's see...yep, that one was pretty easy, too.  Oh yeah, give me the hard hippo--head came right off.  How about the kevlar tug toy?  Shredded. 

Everyone just stood there staring at me with their mouths open.  Mom said thank goodness they were all on sale and it must be a record--five toys in under five minutes.  Poor Agnies and Bob didn't even get to smell the toys much less taste them.  

When we got through, we all went to sit on the deck.  The deck step was looking pretty good so I chewed off the end.  They said I must be Lucia's sister because she chewed on the other end when she was little.  I think lumber is better to chew on than mulch but that's just my opinion.  The bar stools and hutch looked good but I got in real big trouble for that.  The tree over there is going to be a bit of a challenge but...

THE IRISH GO TO THE DOGS

Erin go Bark and Happy St Paddy's Day!  Being from an Irish human family, we celebrated The Day with more head accessories and green treats.  I'm a wee bit big for a leprechaun but I believe green may be my new color.  Dad had a really big green hat and a yellow beard and kept saying some funny stuff like, "O'Lily, do ye know where we come from?  IRELAND, of course!"  I really like it when they are laughing a lot and taking pictures of their doggy clan.  Agnies and Bob got in on the wearin' of the green, too--Bob sporting a shamrock tie and Agnies was the bowhead.  For some reason, the cats never have to participate in these shenanigans...

It's really hard to sit still when Mom's telling us to pay attention but we knew if we did, we'd get another Doggy O'biscuit.  I wonder what the next party day will be?  I heard something about bunnies and chicks--not sure what those are but I bet I'll either be wearing them, eating them or chasing them.

My Dog Family

Oh yeah, here I am (pre-birthday party) with my paws on Bob Barker and Dog Mommy Agnies acting coy.  Pretty exciting--we rock...party on.

HAPPY 6 MONTH BIRTHDAY

I'm six month's old today!  Mom and Dad blew up balloons, took pictures and gave me a special chew treat.  Of course with my big, new teeth, it only took about five minutes to take care of that dinky thing.  I'm not sure why it's called 'giant'...and look at that silly collar!  OK, I'll wear it this once just for them.  It does match my Diva bling, though.

Anyway, I'm 65 lbs and 24" at the withers...sounds like a really short pony.  I finish puppy class next week and have to decide what more could I possibly need to learn?  I already know how to stand up and put my paws right on top of the counter (I just keep getting into trouble but I HAVE to know what's up there); I can run and fly over just about anything, I only bark when I think I should bother--with two Bassets, it's not very necessary but I do help out now and then; I love love, love CC Cat but she doesn't like it much when I put my foot on her head; Bob Barker and I love to chew on each other but Dog Mommy Agnies always breaks it up because she thinks he's hurting me! ha! 

Mom told me I'm really beautiful and every night when she puts me to bed, she rubs my tummy and talks to me in my crate.  Pretty cool, huh?  Ciao, for now.

Beauty and the Bully

There I was waiting for my dinner when Mom started the "Wanna go to puppy class?  Do ya?" business.  Oh, man, not again.  Treats are packed, on goes the leash, into the truck and off we go...you know, I thought we were done with that.  So, the class was really big and there were a lot of puppies there and some new ones from other classes.  So, I listened to Mom, the instructors were ga-ga and then they asked me to go with a couple of the Charmin puppies AND the new, black, throw-myself-upside-down-I'm-so-mad-at-this-leash-thing puppy to the off-leash playroom--the instructor wanted ME to show HIM how to play.  All he'd done so far was bark and lunge at everyone.  We got to our play place and as soon as the leashes came off, he got in my face and barked like some bangee demon dog, then he jumped at me and on me and hey, I'm willing to play with anybody but he didn't seem to get it--Buddy, you are messing with the wrong puppy here!  A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do so I gave him my bitchy scary snarly Back Off Jack look and they put the leash on him and took him out.  End of playtime, jerk and told me what a great girl I am.  The Charmin puppies are sweet, smaller than me and a lot more fun to play with.   I just hate to be ugly when I'm such a beautiful Shiloh.  Peace out Mr. Pit Bull.  Chill.

Well, I have to work on my loose leash walking--it's pretty boring but I do have my reputation to maintain.

Super Bowl Saint? Nope

Well, just a short note since I'm in the proverbial doghouse.  I just figured out how big I am because while Mom and Dad were watching the Super Bowl, I went into stealth mode--so fast they didn't even see me coming.  It was very simple--walk up, stand up, grab sandwich off plate, swallow really fast and...WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING LILY?  I couldn't help myself, really.   (Don't tell them but I can also stand up at the kitchen counter and almost reach the backsplash with my foot--hey, I'm just trying to share with Agnies and Bob since they're about as tall as my kneecaps).  Crate time. :(