Now, This is Bath Time!

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

The Evolution of Dance, Part Deux

A singing hippo and a dancing dog. Now that's a smile for today.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

The Evolution of Dance, Part I

Just made me smile ear to ear.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

Good Monday Morning!

Today feels like a great start to a wonderful week.

Instead of dreading Monday, I like to think of a fresh fun idea. Maybe M will blow bubbles for me to play with out in the garden. Or maybe I'll see a pretty sunset this week. Or maybe I'll see a giant prehistoric moth that's as big as the palm of a human hand!

You never know what Monday will bring.

For this Monday, I'm hoping for a lot of smiles and happy surprises for you and yours.

Hey, have you read about the story of Saturdays and marbles in a jar? If not, be sure and "Google" the story when you've got a moment. It may be an urban myth, but I like to think it's kinda a nifty idea.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

Mmm mm good...

Homemade soup.

I just love a good homemade soup. This weekend M and M fixed a vegetable chili. Yum! Not only do I go bonkers over the smell that simmers in the air (my sniffer can pick up...the sweet smell of peppers, a hint of subtle cumin, the nutty flavor of roasted peanuts, and the savory deliciousness of vine ripe cherry tomatoes), but I also get to enjoy the chili poured over my homemade doggie food. My tail is a waggin'. I tell ya, if it's stirred on the stove, it makes my tummy all warm.

So, don't bother with the canned stuff. Once you go homemade, you'll never go canned or jarred or cardboard container again.

Soup. It's a good thing. Woof.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

9/11

A moment of silence for the victims of 9/11.

A list of the victims from the September 11, 2001 attacks can be found here.

I'm personally taking the time to read through the list over the next few days. I think it's important to never forget the victims. As I read through the names the tears are right there. I am back to that morning. I am at a loss for words. The only thing I can think of is...

God Bless America.

Thursday Throw-Up Day

Ok, I know, that's gross. But I seem to recall that is what I, along with other pups in my class, called Thursday in second grade.

Though it might have been the square pizza that actually made this pup up-chuck into one of those vinyl gray trash containers. Then again, the splattered lining of the gray trash can might have been the trigger. I think the yellow drippy food items clinging to chunks, of what must have been remnants of tater tots, did not make the pizza sit any better in my tummy.

Come to think of it, the strawberry powder mix in a fat thick straw mixed with the cardboard pizza might have been the real whopper. I'm not sure about the why, but the results made that specific day of the week have one clear association. Vomit. Not even the NBC lineup of Friends and ER could surpass this infamous day in second grade.

Back to your regularly scheduled Thursday.

Just a tip: stay away from the pizza and avoid anything to do with strawberries.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

The 3rd of September

I'm hot and eating ice is sooooo yummy.
I think ice is the bestest thing in the whole wide world.

Ok, maybe not the best, but second only to coffee or a good belly rub.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)