Archives for January 2011

The Bark: Home Sweet Home

Muh new house!

Look, human-types! My new house is finally finished. Writer-gurrl and her hubs added the last shingles to the roof today, and now it’s all ready to move in. It even has carpet inside.

I’m not going to actually LIVE in there, of course. I live in the house, with writer-gurrl, and sleep on a big, soft pluffy dog bed next to her side of the bed. This is just my vacay home, kind of like an apartment to stay in if I happen to be caught outside in the rain or cold when writer-gurrl is out on some errand.

I’m really digging this new house. I like it so much, I may not even eat the carpet.

The “Bark”: Broken biscuits, broken hearts

Broken biscuits and a broken heart

 Today’s “Bark” from Miss Paws:

Friends, I have alarming news to share.  The writer-lady took me to the bank today to put money in (pay attention to that part–she was putting it in!  You really should get something back, when you put it in.)

She put the money in a little tube, pressed a button, and whoosh–away it went.  Then a talking man showed up next to our car window.  Yes!  He was in a little box.  So the writer-lady thanked him (for taking her money!)  Then she asked him if he had a dog biscuit, and he said….NO.

He did not have a dog biscuit! Not even one!  Not even a broken one, and if he had any lollipops, he didn’t offer them, either.  I was so sad…look at my picture below. Just look into my sad, sad eyes.

So we drove away.  That’s when I decided to post this message.  Be careful out there, people-types.  These places take your money and you get nada.  That is Spanish for “no dog biscuits.”  We should start a  protest.  Dogs should take over the banks and re-name them.  Make the Bank of America, the BARK of America.  Citi-bark.  Bark-covia.  Dogtrust.  You get the idea. Bank people, do the right thing. Stock up on the dog biscuits. 


Don’t make me beg.


Miss Paws

Don't make me beg.

The Nose Knows

Miss Paws Nose...Knows

The Nose Knows

Come closer.

That’s it. Don’t be afraid. Get a teeny bit closer to your computer screen, so I can see you better. Or sniff you, I should say.

You see, doggies use their noses more than you human-types do. We can smell bones buried in the back yard, cookie crumbs dropped under the kitchen table, and the socks somebody lost behind the hamper in the laundry room. Ah, the power of the nose.

Today, I’m using my nose to check out all the snow that’s fallen in the lady-writer’s yard. We must have four or five inches here in the metro Atlanta area, enough to shut down some of the major highways and keep the grown-up humans indoors while the small humans run screaming out the door with boots and heavy gloves and trash can lids to use for sledding.

You people are so funny.

That’s why we doggies love you.

Have a safe and fun snow day. I’ll be on patrol in the neighborhood, digging a few holes through the ice and inhaling a nice, deep sniff every now and then. I’ll let you know when I smell the thaw coming.


Miss Paws

Snow Day!

Jan. 10, 2011: We’ve got snow! Atlanta seldom gets as much as we’ve seen in the last 24 hours, which is somewhere between 4 to 6 inches, and I’m loving it. Miss Paws went bouncing out into the backyard last night while it was still coming down, biting at the snow, digging in it, and even sledding. (Yes–Miss Paws would pounce up in the air and come down with her paws out in front, sliding on her belly down the hill, as her front feet pushed up the snow in front of her like a snow plow.)

Later she came inside and did this:

She was a tired puppy.

I had fun outdoors in the white stuff, too. Look at the strange creatures that I discovered in the woods behind my house:


Snow bugs, very resistant to bug sprays but can’t handle the blast from a hairdryer.