Poopy Pants Peroshki

I call him 'poopie pants' not because of his method or frequency or amount of poop that he poops, or even that he wears pants to poop in (because he doesn't), but because his personality just emits that "na na na boo boo, I'm gonna take your raaawhiiide. Na na na boo boo, I'm gonna eat befoooooore you." "Na na na boo boo, I'm gonna sit closer to your siiiiiiide kick." And so on.

Don't get me wrong, he's cute.....and even though he smells kinda funny, we really like him. I'm not sure how long he's staying with us, but with the passing of each day, we become better friends...and even though he's so teeny tiny and I've lost him a few times while trying to restle with him, he and I are beginning to understand eachother. The rules we have set are as follows:

a. I get to sleep with the sidekick.
b. He gets to eat his food first.
c. I am not allowed to eat his 'special' food.
d. He is allowed to sleep atop the couch if and when placed there by the sidekick.

hmmmmm, so far this seems slanted...anyway, continuing on!

e. On our walks, we get to stop everywhere he wants to because he has special 'pooping needs'. (Again, appropriately referencing poop.)
f. I get to eat rawhides outside while he eats his 'special' food.
g. I get to sleep with the sidekick. Did I mention this already? Well, that seems to be the most important.

That is all for now. It seems he's trying to jump on the bed (which I believe will be physically impossible for him), but I better go make sure he hasn't stacked matchbooks high enough to bounce up there. He's small, but he's smart, or at least mighty.

:)Haley

The Day The Treats Stopped

My sidekick brought me to that place where other humans bring their dogs and cats... and it's all weird and sterile and everyone oogles all over you telling you how cuuuuuute you are while they poke and prod and then say what a good dog you are.

Really a confusing place.

That's where I found myself last week, and since then, I have noticed a great decrease in the amount and frequency of my treats! I think it has something to do with this platform they get me to stand on when I go there. But this time, my sidekick says with surprise in her voice, "Ten pounds????" "Huh, ten pounds. Huh." "Gosh, ten pounds!" And, I'm like whatever, lets just keep this process moving people, so we can get out of here and go play ball or something.

And since then, the ball playing has continued, even with an increase of outings on the weekends....and yet, the treats have been discontinued! Well, except for teeny tiny rawhides once a day or so.

I am connecting this treat disappearance and the repeated "ten pound" (whatever that means) comment, to the realization that I am tiring more quickly than I did last year. Hmmmmmm. Anyone else experienced the sudden decrease of treats? Hopefully it's not just me.

Good time for an ending....sidekick is getting the leash!

:)Haley

Pooper Scoopers!

Ahhhh, pooper scoopers...so many ways to deliver the yard from the evil presence of poop. There are shovels, claws on the end of long handles, designer poopy bags that sidekicks can carry in style on walks through the neighborhood, and then there are just plain old baggies.

My sidekick prefers plastic bags left over from shopping or whatever she does when she leaves me behind at home. (hahahaha, I incorporated "behind" into this.) My sidekick doesn't mind picking up my poop.. I know this because she told me so. She doesn't mind picking up Doodles' poop either! Doodles is a rescued dog that moved into the place next door to me last fall. Doodles is a black lab (well, that's what she *says*) mixed with something very large, like Great Dane or a city bus, or something. Anyway, even though Doodles' droppings' are MUCH larger than mine, my sidekick just keeps pickin' everyone's poop!

Maybe she likes poop! I don't know. It doesn't matter really...at all. I'm glad she doesn't make a big deal about poop. It's not like we have a choice about the matter anyway. I poop, and it needs to be picked up!

That's my scoop on poop. (Doo wap diddy, diddy diddy whoop)
:)Haley

Saturday's Alright for Napping

It's raining outside. My sidekick and I slept in late today. I think the absence of the sun's presence prolonged our awakening. But that's just fine with me. It's what I do most of every day anyway. Nap, eat, nap, drink water, look out the windows, nap in a different place, watch t.v., nap, listen to the radio, look at my collection of balls and sometimes when I'm really bored, I move them around to different places in the house to see if my sidekick notices (hee hee.)

Speaking of my sidekick, she's taking a snooze herself, on the couch. So I am sneaking on the computer to talk a little about rain. I like the rain. It's cleansing and at the same time gets the balls that I left outside nice and squishy.

I wish I could go outside right now in the rain. Water is good. Of course it's not the lake up north where I like to chase the ducks and loons, or the river where the sand smells fishy, but being out in the rain is a different kind of good wet experience. Feeling the mud in my paws and the way my fur repels the wetness, keeping me nice and warm. Kind of like my sidekicks super bright yellow, hooded thing she wears when she's outside with me.

I wish she'd wake up. Right now! So we could go outside. From the back window, I think I see a tennis ball I left near the fence! Shoot! Didn't she say she was going to go get a camera this weekend? And I'm nearly out of treats!!!!!

Drastic times call for drastic measures my fellow dog pals. I am going to sign off, and just go stand in front of her while she lies on the couch and breathe at her, stare at her, maybe throw a whimper or deep sigh her way.....that usually gets her up.

What do you guys like to do when it's raining? Stay in, go out?

Time to go wake the human.

:)Haley

Take Me Out

Hello my fellow ball fans! My sidekick has been walking around humming a song ever since going to that "baseball game" with Cal's sidekicks....and yeah, I am still suspicious that whatever that "baseball" game was, why couldn't they bring Cal and I? I mean, a big field, balls being thrown, eating hotdogs!!!!!! Come on people!

So, this song is now stuck in my head, and I'm sure it's because of the word "ball" being used. After about twenty times of hearing "ball", I finally stopped running to the back door with ball in mouth, ready for action!

So here is MY version of this famous ball song. I hope you like it. (Feel free to sub out the word "ball" for any of your treats or toys of choice.)

"Take me out to the ball store.
Take me out to get balls.
Buy me some small ones
and big ones too.
I don't care if they're
red or they're blue..
So just take me out to the ball store
If they're not open I'll cry.
And I'll bark, snort, and howl at the moon
Without a new ball, I'll just dieeeeeeee!

Take me out to the park now,
there's a ball I left there.
It's not my favorite,
but still you know.
It's a good ball
and we really should go.

So let's go, go out
to the park now.
I really think we should go.
Cause' it's one, two, three times I said
Let's just go, now, go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Thank you, thank you very much.
:)Haley

In My Next Life

I think that in my next life, I would greatly appreciate the chance to balance the scales of what I didn’t or couldn’t do in this life, with what I could and would do in the next. If there is a next. Which, after what I realized today, I hope there is.

Sometimes the things my sidekick does make me feel so philosophical! Yes, it does last only for just a minute, but still…she’s my homey you know? So what she goes through, I want to be there for her when I can.

Today felt like another great day, nothing unusual or unexpected happened, until she got home.

Sweeping and cleaning is not that out of the ordinary for her, but tonight seemed to go on and on and on and on. And the fur!!! Oh my gosh! It was under the bed, the couch, tables, behind the refrigerator, under my dog dishes, in the bath tub, under the radiators, behind the t.v……! It was everywhere!

When is it that we shed exactly? I am unaware when this happens. It seems to happen when I sleep or possibly when I get up to go for a drink of water. I’m not sure. What I do know, is that although I have tried to catch myself when I do shed, to possibly hold it, and wait until I go outside to do it, it just doesn’t work that way. Shedding is unavoidable, unpredictable, and an unshakeable reality for most of us dogs.

I was watching her thinking, “You should really be outside, getting some sun. You look pale." But she continued, and every few minutes or so, she would say something that I couldn’t understand. She kept looking my way and then she would look at the fur in the dust pan, then in the trash, then she would look back at me!

Well it didn’t take a Poodle to understand what she was doing AND more importantly what she was thinking about! She was cleaning up after me! And talking OUT LOUD about it! To whom? Well, to no one, except me!

So, I have thought about this and I have decided that in order to make it right in my next life, I would like my human to have someone to clean the house for her. At first I was going to wish to be a dust mop or a can of pledge or some sort of modern vacuum cleaner, but then I realized that if we indeed keep becoming something else in each life, to reach perfection and good. Well, then I would have to ask you my fellow dog-mates! Would you agree that we are done!!?

Any fur stories from you guys?
Haley

Newly Discovered Used Treasures

Today, my side-kick found, outside in the garden, under some of last year's mulch and semi-composted leaves, a dirty, ragged, stinky, wet tennis ball that I almost flipped my lab-lid when she found it!!!! What a treasure! I ran to her, tail wagging and eyes wide open, wondering if the excitement of finding that ball was as wonderful to her as it was to me!

It was nothing short of a spring weekend miracle!! A great way to start this season - and as I stood there for what seemed minutes, my brown eyes beamed a hole through my sidekick's psyche, eliminating any doubt that yes, indeed, giving me that ball would be the best idea of the day!!!!!!! And she did.

Do you think it is only a coincidence that *ball* spelled backwards is *llab*? I don't think so either!

For all of you dogs everywhere, I wish you new and old treasures to find and smell on this fine spring day.

"A ball by any other name would smell as sweet"

Hey everyone! Thanks for coming to Haley's corner, where the smell of newly opened tennis ball containers are likely to be wifting through the air at any moment! 

Throw the ball, it's blog time

Hi, my name is Haley. It is very exciting to have finished my typing lessons and started this weblog. I'm looking forward to meeting all the other blogging animals (including humans) online. Here is a picture of me from last Summer; as you can see, I'm waiting for the photographer to throw the ball.