I told Dottie to get up and get ready for the visit but she took a nap
and her tongue snuck out. She gets more like Cooper every day. Seriously.




A lot of you have asked "Where can I get such a cool giganormous popsicle maker?" and in reply we say at "Animal Crackers Pet Store in Corvallis, Oregon!" But since you probably don't live near Animal Crackers, you can get your own giganormous popsicle maker at www.kooldogz.com and they have a whole bunch of "recipes" you can follow. We like the people at Kool Dogz even though we have never met them because they obviously love dogs - so what's not to like? BOL!

Dottie really took to the wally-melon

Apparently the rine is considered a delicacy
Anyone want to tell Dottie that a lady doesn't inhale her dessert?

Cooper found the wally-melon num num delicious!
This is me eating my slice of the wally-melon
Dottie started out a bit bossy telling me where to stand and which was her good side (I thought they were all good).
I asked Dottie to look winsome (just because I like the word) and doesn't she look inviting? Yes indeed.
Anyway, Dottie is doing much better and she is peeing pretty much everywhere so Mum is shampooing the carpets almost every day. But Mum doesn't seem upset about it. She just smiles and says "it is all good". She never says that when I tear up toilet paper and peeing seems like it would be worse than little bits of paper all over the living room. I do not understand my mother at all.
Dottie got real jazzed with the snow and started running around the yard like a maniac. She ate a lot of snow until Mum stopped her from scarfing down everything in sight!
See what I mean about being a "snow magnet"? Dottie is a sponge and it didn't even bother her.
There's a drift forming on her butt! BOL!
We're thinking of making a sled dog out of Dottie. Dottie got into the piles/drifts of snow. She started jumping around and barking. I think the neighbors thought this was probably entertaining at 10pm at night! (Not!)
Mum had some sort of snowflake design for the background but I nixed that. Come on! Men do not do snowflakes. We compromised on the plaid which reminds us of our Scottish roots and which really set off my eyes quite nicely. If you would like a card you have to send us your mailing address. You can contact us through out blog and then we will send you our real email address - Mum really hates programs that harvest email addresses. Someone did that last week and her Spam box had over 2,750 emails, none of which had any redeeming qualities or mentioned dog food. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I helped Mum make this card for Auntie Laura's birthday this coming Friday. Auntie Laura has four Chihuahua's (Tucker, Sparky, Katie, and Molly). So I told Mum that a dog-themed card would be the order of the day but that she could not post this entry until Wednesday when we will be celebrating Auntie Laura's big day. Not that I don't trust Auntie Laura, but she does check the Internet at lunchtime and she might stumble upon my blog and then she would see what I made her. We bought her a cute little scrapbook she can make for her pups and Mum said she will wrap it in the gift wrap she made with pictures of us. I will have Mum scan some so you can see how handsome I am on paper. What can I say? I have permanent eyeliner and a smile..it's a gift! ~ Dozer P.S. I decided not to wait to post this and we will hope Auntie Laura doesn't spot it.
Hmm, why would Mum waste digital digits on Cooper? He's giving Mum his googly eyes. Mum is a real softy for Coop's soft muzzle and eyes. Little does she know...
This is how I spend my evenings before Dad comes to bed. I lie with Mummy and get an evening back rub and then I stretch out and watch PBS.
Ah, here are my googly eyes. I seem to have lost my right ear but it usually snaps right back up.
Cover the children's' eyes! Mum really needs to filter her pictures. I think she was trying to capture the really long hair between my pads on my feet. Who knew she would show how big my hips are? It's the camera, it always adds 10 pounds!
Ahh, nothing like a little sleep on one's back to get the trip to Sand Land off to a good start!
Note the nice turn of the head. Not all dogs can be this stylish, it takes a professional.
Ah, my winsome look that just says "This dog needs a scratch behind the ears and a good tummy rub!"
Cooper again? This is Coop tucked in for the night. He was shivering so Mum got a towel and tucked him up in it. What a wooose!
Apparently Coop warmed up sufficiently that he got on top of his towel. He is so fickle!
More pictures of Cooper? Mum loves it when Cooper splays out on the floor. He looks like a rug for Pete's sake!
Ah, this was a great car Mum saw on a Saturday antique foray. The owner had glued small plastic soldiers and dinosaurs and animals all over the hood and roof. Sort of a mobile art feast.
Oh give me a break! Mum says this one is different because Cooper has his head between his paws. Yeah right. He's a rug Mum!
This is from 2007 - Mum needs to clear out the files a bit. This is the Women of Faith Conference in Portland, Oregon that Mummy goes to every year with Aunt Margaret. We are not allowed to go because it is 45,000 singing Christian women waving their arms and bouncing off the ceiling. Mum loves it because it is at the Rose Quarter and they make all the men's' bathrooms accessible to women so there is almost no waiting in line. I guess it is the simple pleasures in life. Me, the whole world is my toilet so you can put a sign up on the door but it doesn't stop me! BOL!
And this would be Aunt Margaret - isn't she a cutie? She loves me best of all, pretty much because she has never met Cooper or Dottie. Hey, she thinks of me as her little Dozer-Man and that suits me fine.
Mum took this picture of the ceiling at the restaurant where she and Aunt Margaret had dinner last year after the conference was over. She tried taking a picture of the menu because it has ostrich filets on it, which she found odd and strangely upsetting. Yeech, who would eat an ostrich? They have long, skinny legs and all those feathers...
And here we end up with me asleep in Dad's lap, which I do each evening. I am very possessive of Dad's lap and go slightly insane when Cooper gets up in my spot. Mum says Cooper plans all this because I immediately get off Mum's lap and jump up on Dad's lap and then Cooper moves over to Mum's lap and settles in for some lovin'. I don't understand this psychology stuff and I sincerely doubt that Cooper has any idea of what he is doing, but if it makes Mummy happy to analyze dogs, more power to her.