Monday, November 24, 2008

Mystical Helps Put Up Christmas Tree

Herself said: "I'm going to put up the tree early this year ... I want something beautiful to look until January 12th."

I rolled my eyes. Because I like order ... not mess. Every thing in its place. And I've learned that putting the tree up is very messy. I must admit when all the fixing is over, it is heavenly. I sit and look up at it and smile.

In order for the tree to get dressed, it needs a human. (This tree is an artificial one because of me, Herself says. A real tree would drop needles which would make me sick if I ate one ... as if I would, ugggg!) At first, I leave the room, not much for me to do. But then, Herself puts on some Andrea Bocelli as she puts up the tree. That brings me back out into the Living Room and I sit in the middle of the mess until Herself sits me up on a chair to watch.

I found myself singing along with Andrea. Ufff, ufff, ufff in a low voice ... he is definitely better than me. But I was happy. I was with Herself, doing a duet with Andrea and the tree was going up. What could be better than that?

Next, comes the pretty things that go on the tree ... we will do that next weekend.

I'll wait for you by the door ... I can see the tree from there.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Dog's Look of Love

Thursday, November 6, 2008

This Dog's Thoughts on Biting Reporters



Here's the thing. The Election is over. Senator Obama has won. President Bush said some really nice things about the peaceful transfer of power that is the foundation of this fabulous country of mine.

But, Barney, the President's dog must be sensing departure from his home ... the White House. He's been First Dog for a long time. He has had free access to all the rooms ... sliding along the shiny floors ... running around the Christmas Trees, lots of interesting people visiting - some of them speaking really strange languages.

But ... today, he snapped. And bit a reporter. Hey, don't get me wrong ... that's a no no. But, Barney may know something about this particular reporter ... he may have overheard this reporter make some despairing comments about his Master, George, and seeing as they are moving out kinda soon ... Barney spoke his mind. "Take that", Barney said.

Good boy, Barney. Come on over to my house and play. But ditch the secret service guys. I'll wait for you by the door.