Posts Tagged ‘bones’

I got my own Valentine’s Day Candy!

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

I guess Valentine’s Day is a good day for humans. From now on, it’s going to be a good day for all of us as well. I’m not sure why it’s celebrated, but now it includes us.

Mom says it’s a day that you show people you love them by giving them a gift of some kind, i.e., candy, flowers, bones. Well, we got new kinds of flavored bones, and they are great. I guess Milk Bones decided to give us furry people a little variety in our lives. Anyway, that’s what Kasha, Wooly, Hilde, and I got for Valentine’s Day. Oh, yeah, we shared them with Misty, Samantha, and Candy. Pretty soon, you will get to see pictures of them.

Dad gave mom a really big box of chocolates, and she shared them with me. I know I’m not supposed to have chocolate, but a little milk chocolate never hurt anyone, especially on special days. Mom also got chocolates from Jason and Richel plus a fuzzy little bear. I found it on mom’s computer table and took it to her; she was really surprised. I wanted to keep it, but mom wouldn’t let me. Oh, well, maybe next year.

Hilde’s Picture

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

If anyone comes close to her chair, she gives them the look you see.

If anyone comes close to her chair, she gives them the look you see.

Hilde is a Great Dane, and she is big. She weighs 165 pounds, and the only one she defers to is mom. If anyone else tries to make her do anything, she just stares at them. You should see her, though, when she wants something. She is such a troublemaker. If she wants a bone, then she wants it right now, no matter what mom or dad is doing. If one of them doesn’t do her bidding immediately, she cavorts around making a nuisance of herself–barking and pawing at the couch, chair, or me if I’m close at hand. One of the worst things she does is stand in front of the television until she gets her way. If mom makes her move, she just leaves for a second and then stands in front of it again. Most of the time, she gets her way; partly because mom pampers her and partly because dad loves her so good. Although I hate to admit it, I really love her; I just don’t want her to know it, because it would make her feel too good. She has a big enough head already.


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