Sides of Seuss

Chillin Pup

Happy Pup!

The Sad Pup

Something we read

If you can start the day without caffeine;
If you can get going without pep pills;
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains;
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles;
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it;
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time;
If you can forgive a friend's lack of consideration;
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of your own, something goes wrong;
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment;
If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him;
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend;
If you can face the world without lies and deceit;
If you can conquer tension without medical help;
If you can relax without liquor;
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs;
If you can honestly say that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed or color, religion or politics;
then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.

Bad Pup!

This morning Seuss thought it would be a good idea to try to get into everything. Soon as he woke up he went and stuck his head on Mike's cereal bowl, then fell down some stairs because as usual he was going to fast. Does he learn from this? No of course not, this is Seuss people, he just went down the next flight of stairs at an even faster pace.
After coming inside and roaming around for awhile. He waited until Mike was on the phone then started rustling around in the trash trying to pull out who knows what. I heard him and, since I couldn't say anything I popped him lightly on the behind. Of course this didn't phase him he just pranced away to scope around Mike's area once again.
During his time over there I thought it safe to do some work on the computer...Seuss of course thought this a grand opportunity to play his new favorite game of 'Drink water then stand next to Mommy and drip all over her'.
Of course it didn't end there. He went into the bedroom and started clanking random objects around that mike had put on the floor. When I caught him and told him how he was being a bad dog he just wagged his tail, hopped on to 'his' bed and settled in for a nap.
His work was done.

Pictures are worth a thousand words (a piece).

The size of that bone was completely necessary for New Years.

So was this ->

Seuss and Bedtime

So every night, Seuss goes to bed ("nigh nigh" in Seuss parlance) with me. He goes around ten, and sleeps straight through the night.

Unless I stay up late. Like tonight, where I was watching TV, minding my own business... When Seuss came staggering out of the bedroom.

He walks up to me, barks a single time, and starts back to the bedroom. He stops, sees I'm not following, and stumbles back to the couch. One more sharp bark. He watches me, waits for me to get up, and then goes to bed.

He is a demanding bed mate.

Night Time Adventure

In the winter seasons Seuss likes to roll around in the snow, some people say it's because dogs try to mask their scent. I don't believe this theory as I have watched Seuss look way too happy when he finds the perfect spot to roll around in.

Tonight, as any other night, we walked around the dog walk area and I expected him to find a good place to roll before it would be potty time. What I didn't expect was him going over to one of the large plow piles of snow, climbing up partially on it then burying his head completely in the mound with his tail waving furiously in the air. He repeated this a couple times then came up, snorted and while looking amused (yes has an amused expression and body language) then went about his normal business.

Here is a picture of our first snow storm of the season, over a foot of snow and Seuss doubling as a snow plow. :P

Seuss' Huxley

Six years ago when I adopted a seven year old black lab, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. He started out as a sweet, quiet, and mostly obedient dog, with just enough personality to make him cool.

And then he opened up. He began to trust me and love me, and wasn't worried about being abandoned... and that's the time Dina came into his life.

When she suggested a blog, I realized I was destined to be nothing more than a conduit. I'll be the Huxley to Seuss' Darwin.

So here we go.