Mom says it's my Birthday!

I'm one wiped out birthday boy today. Mom and I watched the Huskers play in the Gator Bowl - I even cheered a whole bunch, mostly when she did. Then mom drove me to the Dog Park so that I could run and play with my doggie friends. I mostly played with Frosty & Dozer the great danes today, and man did they wear me out.


Mom says I've really grown...I'd say...see how big I was when I came to live here...

That was on March 17, 2007...and I was all of 18 pounds.
And boy...growing up was exhausting.

And now...I'm a whole two years old and quite a big boy. Mom says I'm about 80 pounds these days.
And quite handsome, too.


And...she still lets me sit on her lap.

I think I'm a lucky dog!

I went to Grandma's house

I'm still really sleepy. It's been a long week. Mom says we drove about 1500 miles on our trip to Grandma and Grandpa's house all the way in Nebraska. We were in the car a long long time, and I stayed awake almost the whole time.

Grandma was still at school when we got there. The next morning I modeled the reindoggie outfit for her, and then she said she had to go feed the birds. I wanted to help, but mom said I had to stay inside. So I watched grandma very closely from inside the house. In my reindoggie costume.


Mom says I have more pictures to share, but we'll save them for a little while. Time for another nap I think!

Merry Christmas!

Mom says Christmas is next week. She says we're going to some place called Nebraska to visit Grandma...and she says Grandma has goodies waiting for me!

Without further ado...here's the holiday card mom helped me make!

Happy Holidays...

Grandma sent me a package this week...
And now I'm a reindoggie.

Sickly Sunday

I wasn't feeling well today - I made mom get up at 3am to take me outside, then I made her take me out 4 more times before it was even light out. My tummy was upset and I was grumbling. I spent most of the day snoozing and watching football. The good news is I'm feeling much better and ate all my dinner.

I'm a good boy...

That's what mom told me when she came home from work both times today.

And she's so silly. This morning, she gave me my cookies and then forgot to close my crate when she went to work. But she wasn't surprised to see me out of my crate when she came home for lunch.

And and and...after lunch, she did the same thing again - she forgot to lock my crate.

And and and...she left the TV on in the living room. But I'm not going to tell her what happened on the Young & the Restless, Bold & the Beautiful or Oprah today.

She says tomorrow I get to go play puppies at camp. But then the next day she says I might get to stay out of my crate again. If I keep being a good boy!

I think I missed something...

All week, I've been getting up in the morning. And every morning mom hasn't wanted to get up with me. She says it's still time to be sleeping. She says I need to quit grumbling. She says...it's only 3:30! I don't know what this means.

I do know that eventually, she'll get up and take me out. Then we come back in and I go back to bed after I eat the kibbles in my bowl (that I haven't been eating for supper).

And again, mom keeps saying...Norm, go lay on your part of the bed. I thought the whole bed was mine, and I just pick the warmest spot. One night she tried to move me, but I'm too long. So even if she moves my back end over, by the time she gets my front end moved to...I've already wiggled my back end over to where I want to be. I don't know what the big deal is, it's a huge bed.

And. I miss going to the dog park every night. It's all dark outside by the time mom gets home from work, and she says the dog park has no lights. So we've been walking instead, but it's just not the same.