Uncle Sammie

   Welp, sometimes I misses my boyfriend Mach. Just for a little bit, then I send him light and love, and say something nice to him, then let it go. I know (Hope!) he's okay all the time. Lately I have been meeting a lot of new puppy dogs and making lots of buddies, but I haven't felt like I have a best friend. I play with my Poppy a lot, but she's a goof. She's a lab, so you know what I mean by goof... Idiot. That's what I mean. I has a lot of cousins that moved away recently, to Minnesota.  Then I have a lot of other cousins who are mini-dogs.
   I have recently found a new appreciation for my Uncle Sam. He was a good friend of Chino's too, but it took them a while to become best friends. The other day I went to see him and he was outside on the deck with my (great great great?) Auntie. He screamed like woah, and scratched on the window to come in when he saw I was there. When Mamma let him in we chased eachother for a long time. That bastard always wins.
   I guess I had to lose something to realize what I had.
   I love ALL my doggies, but Uncle Sam is my buddy. I love him very much.
   Sometimes we go to Uncle Sammie's house just to grab him and bring him on a walk with me. He doesn't normally walk w/o us so when we do go out, he is F*ing crazy. Sometimes he jumps off my head, mid-walk, which is totally like woah. That is 51-50 behavior if you ask me. 

   We play all the time, as of late. He is a bastard to play with because that B* always wins in race, but he is very cool. When Mamma gets the toybox he always gets my favourite first, and brings it over to me before he gets one to play with for himself.
   We are like Benny and the Jets. Mutt and Jeff. Bonny and Clyde. Ebony and Ivory. All sorts of ironies, but he's my bud. I <3 my Uncle Sam.

numero quattro

 

    My Mamma and my Auntie Shirwee (My favourite visitor ever!) went to see a lame movie tonight, so I stayed home alone. I am getting much better at staying home, but it takes a wicked amount of energy away from me. Ma does not have a hidden camera or anything but she just knows what I do: I sit by the window and watch the driveway the whole entire time. The WHOLE time! I usually get treats of some kind before Mamma leaves, but I never touch them until she gets home. When she finally comes back home (Finally!) I usually do ballerina dances all over the place, and some times I Ninja kick her, and then I do not let her leave my sight (If she has to pee, I watch her so to make sure she's not gonna sneak out the window or something). When she gets back from leaving home I am pooped like woah. 

This may be a yawn, or it may be me belting out a Frank Sinatra song. You be the judge.

  Tonight, while my Mamma was finishing folding clothes on her bed, I decided it was totally bedtime (I had been driving myself crazy all the live long day, I's pooped! Understandably), so I jumped in and began my moshing of the bed so to make myself as comfortable as possible.
   At one time she left the room to go and fix a ring of hers that she loves so much, and she foolishly broke, and when she came back she found this hot mess of cuteness. (Which blogspot.com will not show because there is a hot mess of problems happening on this place)
   What can I say? I ooze adorable.
  Auntie Shirwee was mad late today because she stopped somewhere to buy stupid stuff, AKA Non dog treats, so I did not get to see her and mushes with her. But I did warn her that I would be blogging about her continuing to not read my blog. This is, if I'm not mistaken, the fourth time she has not read my blog-about-Auntie-Shirley. That's okay though, because I lubs her.
  I just hope next time she brings me a treat of some sort, because I am so deprived of treats. In fact, I think I may be losing weight cuz I'm so hungry.

 

   Welp friends, I am currently snoring my asses off and dreaming wonderful dreams. 

Light and Love and Belly-rubs.

xoxoxo 

<3 Lucca dog

Mornin Sunshine!

    So, my Mamma says this is her favourite thing to wake up to. Sometimes she wakes up with my other end in her face, which is equally as beautiful, but not the nicest image to see first thing upon waking. Most of the time, I wait till Mamma wakes up before I start to slink off the bed, but the other day I was hungry so I tried to wake her up. I meant to be gentle, but I impaled her nose and left a lot of blood. I need my nails cut, like woah. Mamma wasn't mad at all, she just made me promise to let the vet doctor cut my toe nails. hmph.

 

Butt for now, Good Night and Sweet Dreams!

xoxoxo

The 10 Canine Commandments

The 10 Canine Commandments

Author unknown

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1. My life is likely to last ten to fifteen years. Any separation from
you will be painful for me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me - it's crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry at me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment.
You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I have
only you.

5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I
understand your voice when it's speaking to me.

6. Be aware of however you treat me, I'll never forget it.

7. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily
crush the bones in your hands, but that I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate or lazy,
ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not
getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun or in the cold too
long, or my heart is getting old and weak.

9. Take care of me when I get old. You too, will grow old.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: 'I can't bear to watch
it', 'let it happen in my absence' or 'I am tired of you'. Everything is
easier for me if you are there. 

Remember, I love you.

Hovercraft Dogs

 

My awesomeness is enough to keep us both afloat.

My sister

   So my Mamma is casually looking for a sister for me. There was one dog, Louise, at a shelter in NY in the Hamptons that Mamma saw that looked just like me! We actually thought is one of my puppies that I had before Sean Casey Animal Rescue found me. Just like when Mamma found me, she just knew that she should come live with us. Unfortunately, Louise had an application out on her, and got adopted the next day. That's okay though, cuz Ma just asked the Universe to make sure she goes where she was meant to be. If it's not here, she's cool with that.
   We have decided that I would really benefit from a playmate. I miss playing with my boyfriend Mach, but I don't have very many other dogs in the family, 'cept for Poppy. Dr. Marbles and Max just moved away, and all the others are little sized.  I don't like the dog park on account of all the barking either, and our not-officially-dog-park-but-still-kinda-a-dog-park, Edgerton, has mainly little dogs.. I think we would be great partners-in-crime, err, I mean we could learn from eachother. I will be a great big sister.
   So, in looking for a new sister we have each made a list of pluses. Our lists are not quit the same, but close.

Mamma's List:
1. My sister should like water, so that hopefully I will learn not to hate it so much. Ma is a double Pisces and loves the water almost as much as me, so it's not so fun for her when I hate the beach and don't enjoy traipsing through lakes and stuff.
2. My sister should be as big as, or bigger than me. I play much better with big dogs. I like to herd and bark my asses off, and I box  a lot. Smaller dogs sometimes get scurred.
3. My sister should have to be phenomenal with kids, because I have tons. Sometimes I forget my bigness and knock a kid down (I'm sorry, It's happened once or twice, but I get SO excited!), but I'm learning from my mistakes and I work really hard on being gentle.
4. My sister has to be very well behaved around potential treat opportunities and meal times because Mamma will be very unhappy if we argue over food.
5. My sister should love to chase balls and sticks because that is one of my favourite park and yard activities. She must share well, and a plus would be if she and I both carried a stick together because that is super cute.
6. My sister should love to sleep in bed with us, and nap on Mamma's lap with me because she thinks 90lb lap dogs are just the sweetest thing on the planet.
7. My sister should be good in car rides, and off the leash on hikes because we do a lot of those.

Lucca's List:
1. My sister should hate water. It is a wet, vile creation, and I need support in showing Mamma how much I hate it. Maybe then she will realize how dumb water is.
2. My sister should be no bigger than me because I am Alpha Female. If she is bigger than I am, then she may get some sort of deranged  power trip every so often and act all crazy like.
3. My sister should be such a big goofy oaf that she has to stay home when I go visit my kids.
4. My sister should be on a perpetual diet, and always leave some food in her dish after we eat.
5. My sister should be slower than me when retrieving sticks and balls while we play in the park or yard.
6. My sister should like to sleep on the floor.
7. My sister should like the back seat only, and understand that I am a leader, not a follower so she needs to stay behind me on nature walks.

   When we find her, we'll just know. She will probably find us. I will be a great big sister to her, whoever she is.

 (This is what my almost sister Louise looked like)

PS

Herro new friends. 

I hope you enjoy my adventures.
I will try to do as many awesome things as I can and share them with you!

Light and Love and Belly-rubs,

<3 Lucca

Part deux

But new ones taste better

   

I am begging Ma for a new crunch bone, eventhough I has tons that I hide in my toybox. How Many? you say. This manies:

   But I would still appreciate a new unscathed one. It's like Dubble Bubble gum. Totally delicious for a minute, but then I need a new one to continue the flavour goodness.

My original song for Super Chicken!

     

This is me singing Happy Birthday to Auntie Kimmy and the Get Well Soon song to my friend Packer. A couple times I forgot the words so I just wiggled my butts to the beat in my head. Feel better little sexy man!

                                               Ta Da!

(PS I'm stoked you finally made a poo! Yay!)

Go Meat!

This was the first day I had sausage. Not that Toe-Food fake crap that Mom eats. Real, wonderfully delicious, mouth watering, straight from some sort of animal, and wrapped in some sort of something like a tube of flesh, Sausage. Sausage makes me sleep like a baby. Go Meat!

Pavlov's cookies

   I has a trick. A Jedi Mind Trick.
I learned a long time ago that my Nonna thinks it's the cutest damn thing when I talk to her. She says things like "Gooood Giiirrll" and "Well bless your heart" and then I get cookie treats. I usually begin the process the moment I walk in the door. I used to just talk and roo, and rurble, but I've learned that if I just cut to the chase and bark my asses off I'm rewarded right away. As soon as I hear the magic word I feel very accomplished, and I accept my reward proudly.

Smitten Kitten

   I don't normally act this way w. company. But for some reason, when Auntie Shirwee is here I just NEED her attention! All of it! I paw on her, and do the best cute poses I have. I put my head in her lap and turn upside down and put my feets in the airs, all while displaying my biggest, bestest smile. I gnaw the shits out of my toys so she will notice my wonderful jaw strength, and admire it. I behave so well on our walks, hoping she'll be impressed with my manners. When Auntie Shirwee leaves, I usually have a maniacal grin on my face for a long time, until I pass out and snore my asses off. It takes a lot of energy to be this cute all the live long day. She is my favourite visitor ever! and I loves her very much! I wish she would get a puppy for me to play with!

Example of Maniacal Grin:

(I am pretty sure this Bish has still never read my blog. So let's continue to experiment with how many times I can blog about her not reading my blog before she reads my blog.  This, if I'm not mistaken, is blog-about-Auntie-Shirwee #3)

The Animal Rescue Site

Whatever, I gots a new yummy goodness crunch bone treat!

   Welp, I had to go back to the Vet Doctor's house today because I needed vaccines. They're like medicines, but before I get sick. Normally my Mamma doesn't make me get those things, but there is a mamma raccoon hanging out in our yard during the day, we had a rattlesnake encounter, and my Nonna feeds a stray cat that hangs out at her house like he owns it. His name is Blondie. He looks fine and healthy, but you never know, he prolly has at least The Clap.
  I mean I don't get the rattler vaccine (they don't haves it here), but you know. I is now safe from psychopathic raccoons and such. (Juggalos! Whoop Whoop!)
   The Vet Doctor says I have gorgeous skin, perfect ears, and my teeth are so cool they are like puppy teeth (All the more better to eat your flip-flops with!). Translation: I am Radness behavior. He thinks I so cool because he has never seen a black boxer before. Mwahahahah! Anyways, not only is I super cute, but I is super healthy.
   My Mamma decided I can have all those millions shots of medicine for now. I still got uber freaked out at the Vet Doctor's house today. I shaked and everything. Ma said when we were done we could go on a field trip to the toy store, so I behaved. When we got to the toy store I smelled wonderful things. I got new poo bags (yay! <---pffft) and I picked out a rad braided raw hide bone crunch bone thing. It is delicious!

  

Let me show it to you.

It looks like a spaghetti bone type of thing so I love it!