For Your Consideration - CRACKER Entry/Dozer

Crackers? What exactly does that mean? A little wild? A little out of control? Well if that scares you, then I am your dog. I am Dozer and I define CRACKERS!

 Santa, I told you not to cross my path. I just had to teach the jolly old fellow a lesson but now he knows what CRACKERS means!

 I can hang onto this toy until you agree to another hour of "fetch". You'll never get out of this alive kid until you agree.

 Being CRACKERS means being able to fool the parents into thinking you are adorable when you are really formulating new and wonderful ways to destroy the house.

 The stories of my drug abuse are totally exaggerated. I went to Passages in Malibu, California only to support my friend Brittany Spears. Apparently they mistook me for a patient and the next thing I knew I was in a detox unit and flying on methadone.

 But my time with Brit was good for my work on impersonations. I've got my Elvis act down perfectly now.

 Being CRACKERS means being ready for any party, any time, any where. Time for the Spring Frolic? I'll bee there!

 Christmas? Is there an egg nog bowl? Show me to it!

 How about we play pirates? I have a wading pool and we can play "walk the plank"!

 See, I can look normal...

 ...but eventually the crazies surface again and the next thing you know...

 I'm attacking the hose and tipping over the pool!

CRACKERS? Yeah, maybe. But who else plays fetch as good as I do?

For Your Consideration - DIVA Entry/Cooper

What is it to be a DIVA? It is a life of work, modeling shoots, meeting one's fans, more photograph dates and of course managing one's image in print and on products. Is it an easy life? No but when one lives in the public arena, one must dedicate themselves to the beautiful life. Let me share my DIVA life with you.

 Yes, I am a male model. To keep myself in the spotlight, I visit my personal groomer monthly for a shampoo, cut and dry session. I use a variety of products depending on my photo shoots for the next week or so.

 Occasionally I will have a little wine to loosen up during a modeling session, but I find it can make my tongue somewhat loopy, so I try and it keep it to a minimum.

 I am not wild about the seasonal modeling jobs but I will wear what the fashion houses dictate. Thank goodness I didn't have to walk the runway in this monstrosity!

 When I first started out I did have some centerfolds taken for a magazine. I have since started litigation to get them back. It was a mistake, let's leave it at that.

 Portrait studies are always intense but I look straight into the lens and let my soul shine through.

 I try and do some public service photos when I am approached. I also try and visit the troops when the USO does their fun shows.

 It is exhausting being on the road, so one grabs shut-eye when one can.

 I always take time to meet with my fans, after all they have made me the DIVA I am today.

 I really enjoy the on-site photo shoots, particularly the beach.

 Note the nice angle to my head - I have a strong profile.

 Of course wearing a blue vest only accentuates my powerful chest, which the ladies love.

 Oh dear, another seasonal picture..

 ..they are so tiresome, it is hard to make some holiday fashions pop. Orange has never really been my color.

 I do, do some paw modeling. My fur can be high maintenance but it is worth it.

 I am politically active and try be on the cutting edge of what is coming out of Washington.

 I do endorse some products, mainly footstuffs and the contracts always stipulate an unlimited supply of the product. For that reason I focus mainly on biscuits.

 After consuming enough of the product I have to take a short nap to digest my endorsements.

Most people think of a DIVA as a bad thing and we can only blame Martha Stewart on that. No, a DIVA is not a bad thing. We are just different. We are beautiful and that makes us special.

Sleepy Sunday - 2011 Edition - Dozer

Shhh, Mum has a runny nose and is tired, so we uploaded our own photos today.

I get the bigger picture 'cause I am the most important and cause Cooper can't figure out how to use the photo editing program (hee hee)

The People Who Feed Us

I thought perhaps you might be interested in meeting the people we depend on, our parents. Let's start with Dad.

As a young man, Dad always had an affinity for being a "fly boy". His aviator days started when he was a wee lad and even today he dreams of soaring. While he does not actually have a pilot license, he does have a radio controlled airplane that he has successfully flown with our boy.

This here is a picture of Dad and his brother (that's their Mum in the middle). You can see he already had his aviator hat on and he was ready to take off. The saddle shoes just show how trendy he was back in the day.

And this is Dad now

Aviator hat? Yup. Goggles? Yup. White scarf? Yup.

We love Dad for a variety of reasons but the biggest is that he thinks eating the same thing twice a day has to be boring, so he gives us bites of things like pizza, bread, tomatoes, carrots, apple and other items not necessarily on our dietary list of things to consume. (Sadly no wine).

So, hats off to Dad for his dashing good looks and sharing attitude when it comes to consumables!

Sleepy Sunday - 2011 Edition - Dozer

Let's look over some of our best napping photos of 2010 shall we?

Please note that most of these boring images are of Cooper. I rest my case.

 (These were all naps taken in one day)

 If Cooper's day job doesn't work out, I am renting him out as a rug.

 No, he's not dead...well, actually I'm not sure...

Why would anyone put an arm on this chair when everyone knows this is where I lay my head?

Happy New Year to Our Friends!

We have been "incognito" for the past two weeks because we took a trip with Mum and Da and I didn't want people to know we were away because they might have come and robbed the house. I told Mum no tweets, no blog entries, no Facebook notes, nothing(!) because we left most of our toys in the house and I felt sure there were nefarious individuals out there waiting to get our felties, tug toys, balls and other special toys!

We drove to Arizona and stayed in our little house there. We saw our Uncle Bryan and our cousin Beau the Basset (he has 2,400 friends on Facebook - can you believe it?)

This here is Beau. He is wearing a Christmas ribbon that our GrandMere put on him.

This is Uncle B showing Cooper the nice lunch we had. Cooper didn't get any.


This is Cooper sleeping off his Christmas lunch.

These are Cooper's paws again, the ones Mum loves.

This is me sleeping next to my boy while he is talking on Facebook.



This is me playing tug with my boy. I won.

We are glad to be back and send Happy New Year wishes to all out bloggy pals!

Love, Dozer and Cooper

P.S. It snowed on the way home and it made getting through the passes long and arduous. Good thing Dad drove!