Oh yes I can!

So my friend gave me a new stuffed toy, it's a reindeer.  My masters thought it might be cool for it to fly through the air like Prancer and Dancer and so on. Well....yeah.....but I figured out how this works...just watch me!

Busy Me

I have had no time to post. 
I am at my masters house. 
Wednesday we visited the grams.
Something about Corned Beef Dinner.
All I had was a cookie treat.


I could not stay the night.
My masters forgot my meds.

I am still take my little pills.

Valley fever they say.

I don't get it.

I do not have a fever.

I got my spring cut last week

And I feel swell.

Back home we are so busy.

We went on a slow bike ride.

I trot.

I met a new wiry-looking guy.

We may be friends.

He has a pool and his masters let him swim.

That's my fav, swimming & diving!

Last night the grams came to dinner.
I played and played.
Mom opened my back gate.
I went into my ravine.
Today we have the yard work. 
I love that work.

Balls Galore

People, people - what are you thinking? My clan would NEVER ever leave their balls in the park. My booty today is nine, yes count them 9 found balls. And actually there was one more which  grammie would not let me have - verrrrry soggy she said.

Every day of my life is not this fortunate. No indeed. I have my challenges. For example weather...weather worries me, take yesterday. Wind. Wind that whistles around the house, bends the trees, skitters the leaves.

                Very worrisome, very suspicious.  

Like where does wind come from? I cannot rest when it blows.  But maybe wind brought all those nice tennis balls into the park?  

Another suspicious thing around here is garbage cans that show up on the sidewalk. 
                 I do not like cans on the walk,
                       Cans in my way just make me balk. 
                      I do not like them much at all,
                     I only want  a tennis ball.
              (sorry Dr Seus)
                 
Oh yeah, my master's are gone away on a ship.  I'm not allowed - huh?
           What were they thinking?
A springer improves every setting and every situation.





  

Happiness is a Ball

A poem by Jimmy Stewart

(click and watch it in full)

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

 I pose like this pretty often. The masters seem to like it.

I think I can......

A mesmerizing chew.

Note how well this conforms.

One fine day's harvest at the park.

I swam downstream and  found this baseball.
I knew those kids couldn't catch me.

Just a sec...

TD

Sometimes a substitute will do.