Monday, July 30, 2012

Beach Bud Turns Five Aug 1

Have you ever seen a happy beach dog? Bud says, Mom I can hardly wait for my retirement benefits so I can hang out on my beach for the whole day. I say Bud three hours of beach and swim time is not enough? Bud and his dog friends had a swim party at the bay. What a dog life. Bud is an assume hunk of a dog Happy birthday Baby .

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Remenber Maryellen

My sweet friend, Maryellen, died three years ago today. She honored with her love. After she left this world to be with God, I planted this tree in her honor. This helps never forget her beauty and courage.

Batman Gets Roundy With Bud

At the bay when Bud swims Batman does not like to swim but he thinks hes a big old dog. Bud love him.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Bud is 5 Aug 1

I am having Bud birthday, early at the bay that Bud swims every day. Bud would rather swim than anything else. We will be at the bay close to the Harbor Parole Sat July 28 th. All dogs who like the water are welcome  to share the joy.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

How about a kiss??

Bud gets his ball gross before he gives it to you. How about a kiss? I just swam and I am happy. I will share my joy.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Bud Swim With Holly

Marlyn's dog Holly was Jetta's cousin on the Lab side. They had the same grandfather. Holly is Lab, Golden mix. She is in mad love of Bud. We have the dogs swim together every Saturday.  It was a perfect dog day.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Bud Likes Big Sticks

Bud is a big dog and he love to dig and dig around a stick. We don't why he does this he just does. He a  very busy at the beach. He leaves large holes up and down the beach. People smile at him because he is so darn cute. I share a story from his book.
Big Dogs Like Big Sticks  
I’m two years old. I’m big dog now. Sometimes Mom doesn’t bring my balls down to our beach. She says I get too ball-obsessed, what ever that means.
             “You need to entertain yourself without the ball sometimes,” she says.
            Today we walk a block from the house to our beach. Mom releases me when we get to the stairs. Sometimes I have to walk with Mom slow, slow down the stairs. This is animal abuse. I like running free down the stairs, but I have to be a good boy and help her when she needs me. I have a very important job. When Mom falls, I run to help her stand up. Then, people watching tell me I’m a good boy.
             I hear the word “release” at the top of the stairs. Mom starts talking to Francine and her dog, Pruddy. Those girls talk and talk. Heck, my beach time comes first, Mom. I was such a good boy waiting while you swam this morning at the pool, now it’s Bud’s playtime. I run down the stairs and find the big stick that I played with yesterday. It has my scent. I dig it up, then carry it back up the steps to walk with Mom. Hurry up, Mom. Time’s a-wastin’.
            I like big sticks, the bigger the better. I drag them down the beach and try to ask people throw them for me.
 “That’s not a big stick. That’s a log. We can’t lift it or throw it in the air, Bud. You sure are a big boy,” they say.
            Sister Jetta gets little sticks. She is an old girl now, but I am a big strong boy. I find big logs on the beach. I dig and dig around them until I get all of it dug up. Fun, fun. But, this time the hole has gotten so big that I can’t lift the big stick out. I’ll just keep digging all around it. People stop to look at my great big hole. It’s a big boy hole. I’m such a big strong dog.
            Mom’s on the move again. I need to go with her. I’ll find another stick on the way. We walk and walk. One stick is to skinny, one stick is too short. I see a perfect stick by a chair and a man sitting next to it. I grab the stick in my mouth and try to follow Mom. What’s happening? The man is chasing me and waving his hand in the air for me to stop.
            Mom stops and wonders why the man is chasing Bud down the beach. The man says that my stick was propping up his chair. But this is my beach. All sticks are for me.
            Mom says, “Sorry Buddy, you need to let the man have his stick back. We are heading home anyway, and tomorrow is another day.”
             We walk back to the stairs. I drag my big stick from my big hole and start up the stairs with my big perfect stick. Mom looks back to see me trying to get the big stick up the stairs. I got it, Mom. I want to bring it home.
            Mom is laughing. I got my big stick up the stairs, but it keeps slipping out of my mouth. I carry it by a big knot on the side. I keep dropping it in the street.
             Mom says “No, Buddy, this will cause a car crash if you leave it in the road.     Our neighbor, Barbara, is in her front yard watering her garden. She looks at the big stick in the road.
             “Oh, Buddy, why don’t you put that big stick in my yard right next to the street, but not in the street, so you can see it everyday.”
             Well, I guess if I can’t get it home, it will safe here. Thank you, nice neighbor. I’m one tired and happy big-stick dog. 

Friday, July 13, 2012

Puppy Bud

When Bud gets dirty which is every day when we go to the beach he looks more dirty because of his light color.Shown her is Bud still with his breeder. He loves getting dirty.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

More Cures For Skunk Odor

After Bud's skunk experience, it took me one more week to totally get my dog smelling good. I happily share the recipe with you. This procedure was done twice. It is nice to have my Bud back in bed for morning love kisses.  The recipe is one quart of white vinegar one pint of hydrogen peroxide 1/2 cup of baking soda a little bit of Dawn dish soap. I did this bath on the grass and killed some grass but I got the bad smell off Bud. Yeah!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

My Hard Head

Mom always told me I was hard headed! When I get tired or stressed or over emotional my balance gets compromised. I leave home tomorrow to go to Mom's service. All week I have felt drained. I fell back and my butt landed on Bud's dog bed but my head bumped the wall. My head is fine but my pretty wall. I am blessed to have a strong body. Thank God

Monday, July 2, 2012

Bud Picks His Toys Up

Don't you wish that your children, husband, boyfriends, would clean up their messes. Well, there is hope after all. Bud learned this job with some clicker training and good treats. Now I just wish I could train him to wash the dishes in the sink.But  if I left the dishes on the floor he would lick them sparking clean! If you want to know more about clicker training let me know. I would happy to help.