Thursday, April 21, 2011


Mum says that apparently we have a very dead, very smelly, beached whale in our suburban backyard. She has come to this conclusion because Cooper rolled in something incredibly snarky before bed and arrived with a huge black, smelly, oil substance on his neck.

I am somewhat confused as we live an hour from the beach. And Cooper would not tell me where this delicious specimen is. And Mum is totally disgusted with both of us running around the backyard and coming in muddy and smelly. Not sure I see the problem in that.

So Cooper has been demoted from "King" and I am once again on the throne!

Love, Dozer

All Hail the King!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

It's Good to be King

My royal bedroom

My royal pillow
It's good to be king

Sunday, April 17, 2011

We are exhausted...

Mum got a bee in her bonnet after church that we should do some spring cleaning. "Whatever for?" I asked, the dog run is perfectly suited to be the catchall of the house. But Mum had ordered a dumpster and she filled it in an hour and while not completely finished, felt she had made progress. The she locked me (not Cooper, but me) in the house and cut the front and back lawns. Apparently because Cooper does not try to attack the lawn mower he can stay outside.

After she got that done then Mum took a long look at the mud situation which in Oregon is part and parcel of life. It seems Mum does not like all the mud we have been tracking into the house. Who knew?
You can see the mud patch we have created this past winter. We are creatures of habit, why use the ramp when we can track in mud?

Mum got some pavers to see if she can "re-direct" our paws. Not likely.

Then it was time to take a look at the house.

Definite need for some color, don't you think? Well I told Mum it was not just needed, it was mandatory!

It's a start but I am not sure Mum actually put these plantings together. I suspect Home Depot had a hand in it.

Because of lack of food I have been forced to consume the birdseed that has fallen under the apple tree. What little nutrition I can get from the seed keeps me alive but I cannot last long. (That is a hint for you to send me food and quickly).

This is Cooper. He says he is frozen in disbelief at my claims. I have no idea what the means but ignore it.

Love, Dozer

Friday, April 15, 2011

A Moment of Silence Please...

Someone killed Mr. Platypus
 Was it Cooper? "No" he says.

 Was it Dozer? "No" he says.

"Okay, it might have been me!"

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Dear Jed and Abby,
Thank you for writing! We are so behind on the blog it is embarrassing. Hopefully tonight or tomorrow night I will get pictures up and entries made. Work has been so busy that the boys have not gotten on the computer since forever.

Dozer’s leg is pretty much mended, looks like a sprain. No fetch anymore and only tug of war occasionally.

We have been taking long walks each evening – even in the non-stop rain here in Oregon. Both Dozer and Cooper know that right after their dinner we will put on walking vests and be off to the Park or into the car to go find a trail to hike.

Dozer has been taking lots of pictures so his update to the blog will have lots of visual aids.

Thanks for checking on us,


From: Jed and Abby in MerryLand
Sent: Thursday, April 14, 2011 1:48 AM
To: Nancy Edwards
Subject: [Our Life: Dozer and Coop] New comment on Our Chaotic Life and Yours.

Didn't realize how long it had been since we'd stopped by. How is Dozer's leg?

Re: the Oprah piece - mama thinks the sooner one understands we're all just human and most of us are doing the best we can, the greater the chance of contentment, with occasional bursts of joy and deep dispair - hopefully, more of the former than the later. Some people never figure that out. Sounds like she's doing well to have figured it out by 39. Hope she painted the poor stepson's room - or let him do it.

Jed & Abby