Wednesday, November 29, 2006

When the chips are down...

Let me at 'em, let me at 'em. I've not eaten in six weeks.

...I'll eat 'em.

Did you notice that that seagull behind me there ain't gettin' a look-in? Hee hee hee.
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Of lookers and howlers

Here comes my favourite man with my favourite chips. Feck off, all you hungry buggers.

Here I am, contemplating the recent release of Pappy's Christmas Dog-Aid single.

(Actually I'm staring at the da who's walking down the beach with the aforementioned chips.)


Pappy's (who is also called Bob Geldog by the gorgeous Onion) hot new music release also stars me and a bunch of my fab paw-pals.

Pappy's fella is one helluva music vid director, that's for sure. He has helped me find my master's voice ('cos it sure don't sound like my ma's).

Hee hee hee - and to think I beat my ma to featuring in a hot new record. That shows her who's the famous one around here. Keep workin' on it, ma. Bring me my treat, bee-itch.

Thank you Pappy and Pappy's fella for making us look and sound so good. Mosy on over to his smelly blogplace there and howl along.
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My Christmas card update

Woohooo and many thanks to Charlie & Opy, Comet & BLU, Boo and Cubby & Dakota. Such wonderful cards. I love checking my post office box.

I'm still starving. I'm never fed. Must be a case for the RSPCA.

That's all folks.

PS ummm, no, a few more crumbs.

Some of you asked what that blue thingummy I'm wearing is. It's called a Halti or gentle leader (some info about it here) and it stops me pulling when I'm on lead. Which means I don't pull my ma's arms out of her sockets when I'm excited.

And I can still open my mouth and laugh and eat treats while wearing it. It's quite comfortable.

Better by far than those choker chains. Once at puppy school when I was being a bit...ummm...boisterous, the puppy trainer actually grabbed me by the choker chain collar and lifted me off the ground. Yep, suspended by the choker chain. I nearly passed out.

The ma was horrified, of course, and abused the crapola outta her. Not surprisingly we never went there again.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Just beachin'

Back in the day ‘when I were a lad’ in Far North Queensland, we used to go to the beach almost every day. My ma would throw coconuts into the water for me to fetch. Sounds exotic, doesn’t it?

I don’t know how many I actually brought back to her.


When we lived in Canberra, we were land-locked. We really missed the beach. Mountain trails are good and all, but they're missing something. Oh yeah, waves.

So what I like most about living in Adelaide is…yep, you’ve guessed it…the beach.

My beach.


Look! No paws!

This is me at my beach today. It was hot. I had a swim. I look kinda suspended, don't I?

Have you got my best side? Have you? Have you?

And look at that rather dashing left sand eyebrow. It took me a while to get the angle just so. But it works, n'est ce pas?

I'm bored already. Is it dinner time yet? When are we going? Nothing to see here, move right along.

Here’s me keeping a (sandy) eye out for any unwelcome, ummmm, fishies.

I love you ma, and of course that's got absolutely nothing to do with that humdingerly scrumpilicious treat you're waving the hell out of. Here I come!

And here’s me up close and personal.

That’s what happens when the ma tells me to sit, sits down herself on the sand to take a photo of me, tells me to stay and then waves a treat while she’s taking the photo.

What else is a dooog to do? Why, go for the treat of course.

Just another day at the beach.

Le sigh.

Le bark of content.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Why am I barking with a lisp?

I love food. Or anything resembling food. Or in fact anything that I can put in my mouth and treat as food.

I know all my paw-pals relate to this.

You put food on the floor, I will find it. And eat it.

Here’s what happened today.

We had a big storm, complete with thunder and lightning. My ma brought me inside because it scares the dog-dang poo outta me her. Ummmm, ok, me.

So, I’m sniffin’ around, and it wasn’t long before I came across the glorious scent of FOOD.

A big glob of roasted peanut butter, to be precise. On the floor.

Well, not exactly.

Wrapped in thin stuff and stuck into a piece of wood on the floor.

A piece of wood with a glob of mouth-watering peanut butter. I don't need no invitation, I'm dining.

Smelt good to me, didn’t it?

So I went to lick it.

And the thing snapped.

Big fat hOWl time.

Here’s surprised (and still slobbering) li’l ole me. Minus the peanut butter, sadly.

It's a rat-trap....and you've been caught. Yeah the Boomtown Rats had already written about my experience.

And that's why I'm barking with a lisp.

PS No wonder the mice around here are bleedin’ huge, gettin’ fed that yummy stuff.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Give a Down Under dog a chance to get one over

Thanks so much to my great paw-pal Buster for nominating this smelly photo of me as photo of the month at Dogs With Blogs.

So here I am on the campaign trail.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee looookie meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee in the seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea

Does it make you feel happy? Chirpy? Beachy? Giggly? Barky?

I'd love your vote. Please?

Does this photo inspire you to want to lick and butt-sniff everypup in sight?

I'd love your vote. Pretty please?

Does it make you want to frolic and prance in the water and roll in the sand with me?

Yep, I'd really love your vote.

I know I'm up against some strong competition, including the wonderful Miss Sunshade, handsome Chester and cute 'n' muscly Scuba.

But don't let that stop you voting for me. Please?

If you'd like to vote for me (please?) just clicky here (you'll have to register/log on to vote) and show your support for this gambolling Dog Down Under.

Voting deadline is 25 November.

Hurry up and vote for me. Please.

If you don't want to vote for me.....I'll....I'll....I'll, ummmmmm, just go back to eating my dinner.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Shady character voted wikiFido Dog Blog of the Week.

The ma was feelin' a bit creative when we were out earlier this week.

Hence this photo.
Mwaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaahahaha...big headed hound is preparing to usurp human from bicycle.....Lock your doooooors dooooogs.
Can you guess which one's me?

What a big head I have.

But not because my lovely, famous gal-pal Onion nominated me for Dog Blog of the Week over at wikiFido.

And not because I won (so my blog is featured at the top of their page for a week).

Thanks so much, Onion, you really are a li'l gem.

Congratulations to you for being voted runner-up.

I can't wait to see you in your movie Scenes of a sexual nature.

I'm gettin' my popcorn ready to drool-marinate it.

Monday, November 06, 2006

That's tongue...

Check this here tongue out. Good for licking human feet. Last of the dinner scraps. My balls (or what's left of them). Other tasty things that happen my way.

...not bacon.

Good for lickin' human feet, last o' my dinner scraps, my balls (or what's left of 'em), and other tasty stuff that comes my way.