Okay, DogDaddy turned up again, but haven't seen much of DogMommy. The nights of being allowed on the bed are over, even though there's enough room. I suppose she'll turn up eventually and will want that spot back.
Aunt Linda said I'm getting Blog Blogged, whatever that means. Okay, can I lick you now?
Oh, peanut butter, my favorite!
Hey, Rug Pisser, congratulations for learning to make some noise at the back door to be let outside instead of pissing on the guest bathroom carpet! Mad props!
Begun as a creative outlet for The Typist -- who loves having a dog this smart but is still glad I don't have thumbs -- this blog may include forays into religion, United Methodism, spirituality, idealistic thoughts and prayers...basically, stuff that probably wouldn't interest your average dog.
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RevGal Big Event Friends
Blog Friends
- Red Heeler Ranch (Zorra and Amie)
- Molly & Sam's Thumb-Haver
- Molly's Own Blog
- Josie and Boudreaux
- Scout got her own blog!
- Cletus the WonderMutt's mom
- Rowan the Dog
- Grendel the Misanthropic Dog
- Cheesehead's Tanner
- Whistle (a cat!)
- LittleManKitty (also a cat!)
- Tiria, Shadow Princess (another cat!)
- BabyDog Bandy
- Uncle B
- The MethoBlog
- Jasper Dog
- Our Methodist Blogger Profile
1 comment:
Dear Sweet Cubbins, you may lick me on my hands or arms but not on my face when and only when you add the word chill to your DogCabulary. As in, when I say "Cub CHILL!" when I walk through the large door and expect you to not freakin' freak out and stuff. Belly dawg!!
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