Mom and I have been talking about the 4th of July weekend. There is a lot of what she is saying I don't understand--something about the people in our country were originally from England--where ever that is. This is just too big for me to comprehend but I looked at her attentively like I did. Anyway, these people wanted to live somewhere else and they got on a big ship and came to another country--the one where I live. Wonder if they brought their dogs? What would a dog eat on a big ship? Anyway, these people decided they liked it here and soon began to build houses and lived here. Then they decided they wanted to declare this place their own country. And that's how the United States was born. I did do some research on the computer to understand some of this. Now, me personally, my ancestors are from France that's why I am called a Great Pyrenees dog, but anyway that was a long time ago and I am now living with my Mom here in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I too have gained my independence from living with two former families who were very unkind to me. I have been with Mom for about 3 and 1/2 years now and I just want to say to Mom, "Happy Independence Day, and I live you Mom."

Water Everywhere

Well, I was just writing and my computer lost it's internet connection for a moment. Now I can't remember what I was going to say. So, have a nice night--without anymore booms and lights.

Water Everywhere And Many Drops to Drink

Water coming from above. I look up and water falls in my eyes. Why does it keep on coming? Then there these bright lights and terrible boooms. I just don't like any of it. Well, wait--I think I like it better than when it is sooooooo hot. Mom put up a really cool (pun intended--more computer information) tarp and I stay sheltered from the sun.....and the rain. I just don't like the bright lights at night and the booms. Someone has a really big drum up there. Mom keeps dumping the water out of the top of my tarp so it won't fall down. I stay nice and dry underneath it. But, of course, I can still see when the Biscuit people come home and I wait patiently for another biscuit. I probably have missed a few because when it starts booming, I come inside.

Cocoa, My Friend

I have a friend that lives next door named Cocoa. I think she is a brown lab--that's what Mom says. I really don't know what brown or a lab is but I know she is my friend. She wiggles a lot when she comes out of her gate because she is excited to see me. Sometimes I can see her nose through the little hole in the wood fence. Mom says, "Hi, Cocoa" and Cocoa sticks her nose through that little hole. She has a cute nose--it's smaller than mine.

She has many more biscuits now, because I was eating so many that I wasn't eating my regular food and Mom thought there was something the matter with me. I wish my tummy was bigger so I could have both all those biscuits AND my food. It's all right though, I really need to watch my figure. Oh, the heck with my figure, but I really wish I could eat more. Wonder if they make biscuits that don't fill dogs up so much. I'll have to get on the computer and search that out.

Time for me to go to bed. Had a really good day at Lucky Dog where I can go and play with all sizes and colors of dogs. The other dogs tell me what color they are and I think well, o.k. I guess their Moms told them about their color. Mom says I am big and white. Sounds good to me.

That Biscuit Man Is Grumpy

I was in my dog run this morning and the biscuit man saw me standing there--of course I wanted a biscuit, and he trained me to do that. So, he goes into the garage to get me a biscuit and as he gives it to me he says, "You know, you've almost eaten all my Milkbones." Duh ! It's not like I go out the front gate, go to his front door, knock on it and when Pat comes to the door, I ask her for the key to the garage. She says, "Wait a minute" and then brings it to me asking me to return it when I get finished. Then I go to the garage and forage all the biscuits. (I roll my eyes, as if saying yeah right!) I just can't help it that I am so well behaved, don't bark so much and just look beautiful--even when I have wet clay on my rump from the melting snow. Guess the biscuit man is going to have to go to the store and get some more biscuits.

He has a really nice dog, chocolate lab named Cocoa. She and I sniff each other a lot. A few years ago I went over to Cocoa's yard and she didn't like me being there. That was all right, it is her yard. Do you think she knows the biscuit man is giving me biscuits? Ooooooh, I think she really wouldn't like it. It's not that she would share, she's just is an only dog. So, that's all right. I like other dogs and people also, especially when they have biscuits.

What happened.........

It's cloudy and dewy in my yard today. What happened? Yesterday I was lying in the sun and feeling the warmth. I snoozed and ate biscuits and snoozed some more. And today............I guess I can still have the biscuits but that warm snooze is no longer with me. It's all right though because I know there will more days of warm snooze.

Just Humans

I've been reading some of the other blogs that I follow and durn it, everybody is human. I wish some other dog would write a blog. I don't understand a lot of this human stuff but......if another dog would write I would become estatic.



It snowed today and I went outside and made angels in the snow. Stuck my nose and closed eyes and plowed around it the white, fluffy stuff. Cleans my eyes and I blow my nose in it. Well, if you were a dog, could you use a Kleenex? I really don't see that happening.



I didn't stay out long--would have liked to but Mom made me come in. I came running up to the porch and went inside and shook snow and water all over the chair and carpet. I love doing that. Doesn't bother her as much as it used to, but I do it anyway. Then I lick all the snow and water off me feet and do it very loudly so she can hear what I am doing. I love to try and upset her.



Time to go to sleep. Had and good day a doggie day care and have a full tummy and lots of good rubs from Mom. Sweet dreams everyone. Don't forget to say your prayers! !

Outside

I'm outside today in some new snow--barking and barking. Earlier a little girl and her mother came into my run. The little girl likes to hug me. The mother watches and then she pats me on the head to show the little girl what I like. The little girl hugs me. So much for patting me on the head. You know, she just hugs and hugs me. I really like some hugs, but this is too much. I walk away but the little girl follows me. Oh no, so more hugs. Hey, mother, call this little girl--give her a treat. I really like hugs but............Oh, good they have decided to leave. Understand, I love little girls and hugs, but I do need to have time to do some "just observing."

Oh, look a flicker. A kind of woodpecker for those who are not aficionados of birds. He is tapping on an old elm tree, looking for bugs, his favorite food. Speaking of food, her comes Mom with a biscuit. Loving it. Ooops dropped in the snow, it's all right, got it within the 3 minute rule. Don't ask about the rule. Check it out on the web. Crunch, crunch. That biscuit was excellent. My mouth and my tummy are in heaven. Not litterally. I would look funny without a mouth and tummy--don't even go there.

Think I am in the mood to ramble, time look around some more. Bark, bark. Talk to you later. Bye friends.

Vikings Rule

Oh my gosh ! Mom is outside decorating the front of the house with all her Viking football memorabilia--big word for a dog--consulted dictionary again. I guess there must be an important football game coming up. One of the biscuit people said to her a week ago, "Who do the Vikings play?" She told them and evidently the Vikings won. And now they are playing again tomorrow. She always puts me outside because she does a lot of jumping up and down, and yelling and I think she is upset. Well, sometimes she is but sometimes she is happy and excited. I just can't tell the difference. So, I come up to her concerned but she is too busy watching the crazy guys play football. I would rather be outside because she is so awfully noisy and I can't sleep. And I like it outside.

Are there any other dogs at blogspot that would like to talk with me. I sometimes have difficulty understanding humans, particularly the one I am living with.

I Feel Pretty......Oh So Pretty....

Hi there. I really do feel pretty. I went to the groomer's today and had her wash, blow dry and trim my coat. I look pretty. BUT...Mom did let me go into my run for a short time. I was careful and didn't get any mud on me. She had put some money in my Christmas stocking and I spent it on looking pretty. Oh, boy, do I look pretty. I think Mom is going to take me for a short walk tomorrow so I can show off how beautiful I look. I will, of course, have to continue to sniff everything but will strut myself and show off my gorgeous white clean coat. Then maybe I can roll in the grey, snow. But I will always be pretty from the heart.

The Biscuit People

Just wanted to let you know I really can spell. I just have trouble with the keyboard sometimes because my paws are so big. Earlier in my blog I talked about the my friends that throw me biscuits and I titled my blog The Buscuit People. Well, see what I mean, look at the keys on the keyboard. That letter U is right Next to the letter I. My paw slipped over. Wonder if Microsoft or whoever could design a keyboard that a large dog could use. If "BIG" dogs have "BIG" collars and "Big" food bowls, why couldn't someone develop a "BIG" keyboard for "BIG" dogs?

If Windows 7, came from the ideas of all the people on the tele, then a "BIG" keyboard came from me--a beautiful, white , big, female, Great Pyrennes dog.