1 year later...

Ohhhh...it was a good day. Happy Re-Birth-Day. That was yesterday. The house is a little more empty, but it is certainly still chock-full-o-love!

Happy Anniversary To Me!!!

Yep - As of Saturday I will have been in this happy home for a year. I have come a long way too. I have come leaps and bounds in the whole "separation anxiety" department. I mean, I don't break out any windows or destroy the doors or tear up the carpets...so I guess that's a plus! I can get my leash when I'm ready to walk and get my clothes when I need to. I can heel, fetch the clicker, lay down, balance a treat on my nose, get the paper...I mean, I'm a BRILLIANT dog. Ok, I may have some "aggression issues" where other dogs are concerned...and I may not have "drop it" down pat, but I am a good doggie. Mom is one lucky owner! I have made her whole year, if I do say so myself!

I'm in demand...

It seems that the world can not get enough of me. My fans have demanded I post something on my blog since I haven't been writing in awhile...truth be told...my life is not as glamorous and exciting as one might think. I mean...I'm a dog...I don't have a lot of activity to write about.

I thought I'd talk about one of my arch-enemies, Pee. He's a dog that used to live with us...but I tried to eat him all the time. Mom and Dad really liked him - but you can see by his picture that he was PURE EVIL. I just tried to eat him a lot. Mom says I'm "dog aggressive." Dad says I'm a "poop stain." Whatever..I'm just protecting them...I mean, other dogs could do mean things...they could bite them in their sleep or something -- did you see the TEETH on that dog? He has the devil in his eye...you can see it.

Anyway, Pee is gone now...Mom and Dad had to take him to a nicer home. Now he lives in a big house by the beach with a nice couple who spoil him...in that froo-froo dress the dog in sweaters and make him wear silly collars kind of way...but I like it better here. I'll make sure no other dog gets too close to Mom and Dad and tries to kill them in their sleep..I'm a dog - that's my job.

Crabby Island

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy....I got to go to my favorite place the other day with my dad (you know, the guy formally known as dad...cuz he was away for a long time, but he says he was just on a business trip, but mom is not so convinced)....that place is Crabby Island....I'm not sure that is its real name, but that is what we all named it. There are a lot of crabs there. I mean...a LOT of crabs...some kind of musical crabs. There are also big snails there and lots of little snails...I like to fetch the big ones and eat the little ones...that is why mom says I'm part poodle...cuz I like escargots. I love to swim and to dig for things and to run off and discover stuff. It is my favorite place to go...Dad told Mom that I slept the whole way home and I was still not my normal rambunctious self when she got home from work. Sun, salt water and snail chasing can take a LOT out of a dog! Where do you think they get the phrase "works like a dog", folks...right here!!

Bragging

I'm sorry...they don't get any cuter than me. I don't mean to be cocky. I don't want to sound like the main character from Ovid's Metamorphoses ...but LOOK AT ME, PEOPLE...I am just a devilishly adorable four-legged creature. That's really all I have to say.

Spike!

This right here...well...right there to the left...is Spike's house. Spike is a gopher turtle. He lives in there...I want to be in there soooo bad. I want to eat Spike...well, I think that I do...until I see Spike...then I get a little nervous and I just kind of bark at him...but when I see his house...well, then I just want to get in there and hang out in it...I want to live in it just like him! I think I could be part turtle. Am I part turtle? Could I be? I bet I am.

The Name Game

SUPERDOG!!!!!!!!

People often wonder how I got my name. Mom knows a song - "Everywhere I go - Oh, People want to know -oh, who I am, so I tell them..." So...here is the story of my name. I mean, frankly, I wouldn't pick it...I think I should be a "Killer" or "Bandit" or "Rocky" or something...but then again...it could be worse...there is a German Shephard next door named "Cinnamon"...ha! I could kick that dogs rear end with one paw tie behind my back. Oh, and a mean little Jack Russel named "Spot"...who has...you know, spots...I mean, could they BE any more obvious?? The point is, my name is Supe. Not Soup, like as in what you eat on a cold day or instead of a salad, but Supe--short for Superdog. When my mom and the guy formally known as dad got me they weren't looking for a dog. I kind of just showed up and wandered in one night before they had to go on a trip and they got stuck with me for the weekend (my secret was to pick two softies...they couldn't dump me on the street and the stupid SPCA didn't open til after they had to leave for their trip--HA...and she thinks just cuz she can't teach me to stop eating out of the trash I'm a DUMB dog). So--ROAD TRIP...and the two of them had to figure out what to call me. They were determined to not keep me, so they wanted something they wouldn't get attached to. They were meeting all their friends at the mall for their trip and as they were getting ready to leave a small car pulled up near them. Guess who got out? No don't...we don't have that kind of time, people...this is a short blog and you'll never guess. It was Superman!! No kidding...the tights and the underware on the outside and everything. So they looked at me and said "Superdog. That is just stupid enough for us to not get attached." Of course, they shortened it to Supe, cuz let's face it -- that is cuter and so am I and here I am...cute name, certainly NOT at the SPCA-a great place to find dogs...just not the place for me...cuz, well, I belong here--even if I don't have a cool name like "Brutus."

Nose Picker!!

I am a cuddler of a dog. Don't get me wrong--I'm macho when I need to be. I can kick the butt of any dog on the street...which I do whenever I see them...I'm not a big fan of dogs...but I digress...my point is, I'm tough, but I'm a lover of Man. People are great...especially my Mom. I enjoy sitting on her lap--I've seen dogs on TV do it...of course, they are about 40 pounds smaller than me, but she's tough--she can take it (you know, cuz she lifts all that furniture). Anyway--I like to cuddle. I also like to give her kisses...and I like to nibble. You know...just a little...nibble on her fingers, a lot...and I really really like to chew her nose. Just out of the blue--it surprises her a little when my bottom teeth wedge right up her nostril, but I think she likes it...I mean, she acts like she doesn't...but I think she does. She likes it...she really really likes it.

Superballs (this post is safe for children)

Ohhhhh....I love Superballs. They are great toys to play catch with. I have lots of toys, but Superballs are my favorite. First of all, they fit in my mouth, so I can hold them in there and just chew on them like a cow chewin' its cud. I don't know a lot about cows, though I did have a run it with one once...but that's another story, suffice it to say, I like to just kind of gum on my Superballs. The best thing about them is that you just never know where they are going to go...mom is going to throw it towards the bathroom, but it bounces off the wall and I'm all like "where's it going? where's it going? over here-over there? over here? over there?" Ohhhhh!!! It's so very exciting, I love superballs! They must be very fancy toys cuz Mom says they cost 2 quarters...that sounds like a lot of money. Plus, when Mom gets sick of catch (???!!!) I can play by myself on the tile--I drop the ball and it just goes crazy and I can chase it all over. Mom doesn't seem to like Superball game because the balls go under stuff and I can't get to them. I try...but my paws can't reach...so Mom ends up having to lift up all the furniture and I have to go find them...She tells me to go play with my other toys...but they are not as exciting...so I find that if I whine enough, she eventuallly gets up and gets them for me. I keep telling her it helps her stay in shape.

Beachin' It

I'm a swimmin' dog. Big fan of water...you throw it, I'll catch it. I find it keeps my body svelte and my fur shiny...and, well, to be frank, the salt water tends to keep the fleas off and I kind of have an embarrassing issue in that department. Hey--lay off--it could be worse--trust me--look at my mom--HELLO--bag of issues there. Anyway, you can't keep me out of the water. I particularly enjoy digging for sea creatures--specifically snails...little snails, big snails...no matter. I like them both. Mom says I must have a little poodle in me cuz I love those escargots so much. We play a game where she collects tons of small snails and throws them at me and I catch and eat them (I hope no one from PETA is reading this). I also enjoy finding my own snails...here is a picture of me digging for my own snails...mom didn't realize dogs could hold their breath...but I'm a tough dog.

Talk Supe

Well, I'm a smart dog...but I don't have opposobale thumbs...so my mom is going to write some stuff down for me. She always thought she'd be transcribing (I have a good vocabulary for a dog) for a kid...but she's on the long-term schedule for that right now...so instead, she thought she'd get some practice writing by writing some stuff down for me. Which is kind of sad...cuz...well, I'm a dog, so I have somewhat limited activity. For the most part, I eat, sleep, eat stuff out of the trash when mom's not home, sit on the couch and stare out the window and watch--well, just "outside stuff"--and play a LOT of catch. I love catch. All kinds of catch. I'm worn out just thinking about catch. I'll have to tell you about that on a later posting...after all...i'm a dog, this is going to get old pretty quickly.