30 November 2005

rainy days and wednesdays....

rats...look at all that water coming down out there. what's up with that? i hate it when it rains...a girl can't really do her 'business' in any proper fashion when the backyard is so wet. this is very annoying, especially because my mom seems to think it's her job to watch me--to make certain i go outside on the grass, and not in the dining room...on the rug--as if i'd demean myself by going potty in the house. what do i look like? okay, maybe i've had one or two accidents in my life, but that was a long time ago! these days i just hold it in until i can't. (hold it in, i mean)

whoa...i keep thinking there's something i'm supposed to do today... i've had my treats. i've had a couple of naps. i barked at the plumber. i chased max downstairs. hmmmm...i'm sure there's something else... oh yeah! write a few words of wisdom (or stupidity or b.s., whatever comes to mind first). i've heard what they say about old dogs and new tricks--thank goodness i'm still just a little girl. never-the-less, i think this is gonna take some gettin' used to.

since a picture is worth a thousand words, here's one of my little buddy, bobo, taking a nap. i'm pretty sure there are about a bazillion words to describe him, but a few that immediately come to mind are: chillin', laid back, and at one with the universe.

notice how he's also not-very-self-conscious-despite-the-fact-that-he-has-no-balls? that's because bobo could care less that he has no balls...he's very zen--around the house he's known as the dahli bobo--nothing frazzles him (except maybe the hawks in our backyard in the spring...) bottom line? life is very good when you're the bobo.

"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it." ~ Groucho Marx

28 November 2005

who am i and why am i here??

who am i? my name is sophie. i'm the gorgeous tibetan terrier on the left. the cute little guy sitting next to me is bobo, my best-friend in the whole world and my partner in crime (whatever that means). bobo has his own blog so i won't bore you with any more details about him...for now, anyway. i might have to sometimes, though, i mean, i'm a puppy, for god's sake, what am i going to talk about? politics? my daily routine is kind of simplistic in that it usually involves things like: playing with bobo, trying to steal bobo's treats, looking for bobo when he's not near me, and barking at max (a big, goofy bearded collie that also lives in our house) and fuzzy-butt (a 17 year old red persian cat who seems to think he calls all the shots around here...go figure). i also take naps.

why am i here? why not? i mean, if not here...where? i have questions that need answering. issues that need resolving. treats that need eating. i have a lot of stuff on my mind and this seems like a good way to explore and understand life as i know it. so what the heck...i'll give it a shot.

today is my birthday (whoo-hoo), i'm now 5 years old...although i really don't look a day over 3. sometimes my mom likes to call me by stupid nicknames, like "sopha-lotta-puppytoes" or "sophalicious" or "sophu-pad-thai", but mostly she just calls me her "little baby girl"... apparently i'm the daughter she never had. poor mom. before i came into her life she was the only girl in our family...which includes my daddy, and two big boys with very deep voices who clomp around all the time and sometimes like to yell at each other. okay, so they're nice and fun to have around--on good days--but they do have deep voices. and they do like to yell at each other. and i don't like that one bit. i'd bite their toes if i thought i could get away with it. no, just kidding...ha ha. (seriously, next time they start yelling at each other i'm gonna bite their freakin' toes.)

anyway, i'm sure i'll have lots more to say over the next days/weeks/months, but right now i think it's gettin' close to dinner time, which happens to be my favorite time of the day! yes yes, i know i should be more concerned with my girlish figure, but guess what? i'm not. and who the hell are you to try and tell me otherwise?? the waist-line police?? screw that. i'm very cute. i'm very loved. and i'm veryvery happy. now shut up... or i might decide to bite your freakin' toes!

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." ~ E.B. White