Barkday!!!

Furiends,

As some of you may know, I spent turkey day boarded at the vet's office. And today is supposed to be my barkday. At first, I was afraid that the pawrents were going to forget about me, but at the very last possible moment, Momster swooped in to pick me up in her Brownie-wagon! She remembered! She still wubs me! She didn't abandon me! I was so happy to see her that my tail nearly flew off!

Oh, but Daddy didn't come to get me. And he wasn't home when Momster and I got to my little palace. No... Daddy Dearest is off to a workshop. Harrummmppphhh....! What workshop is so important that he had to miss my very FIRST BARKDAY?!!!!? He better make it up to me with some extra super fantabulous snuggling (and some TOYS and TWEATS)!

Mommy-nator took me on a walk to let off some pent-up energy from being cooped up for 5 days (!!!) and then... she gave me some goodies from the Three Dog Bakery, which she and daddy picked out on their trip!

OMD... I was in Doggie Heaven!!! First, there was a peanut-butter yogurt custard thingie... Momster made me save some for tomorrow, but I could have polished off a whole gallon of that stuff!

And then, there was a gingerbread man who suffered from the "Brownie Chomp":

Momster also said that there was an extra num num she is saving for tomorrow!!!! AND she said she got me some toys, but that we're going to spread all of the excitement over the week!!! I don't like waiting, but after the delicious yogurt custard and the gingerbread, I'm not going to complain... after all, it can only get better! THIS is what I call "thanksgiving!!" Momster is thanking me for giving her hugs, kissies, and stinky farties by giving me yummies and toysies!

Hope you all had a jolly weekend!

Happy TURKEY day!!!

Furiends,

I am writing you from the comforts of my doggy bed at the veterinarian's office (no more traumatarizing doggie hotel experiences!)

I just wanted to wish all of you a super HAPPY THANKSGIVING... Please enjoy a big piece of turkey and pumpkin pie for me, cause I'm evidently only getting kibble for Cluck-cluck day!

BTW... my FIRST birthday is coming up this SUNDAY!!!! I hope Momster is picking me up some SUPER goodies while I'm locked up in the vet's jail!

Evil Squirrel-ators!

...and guess WHO got in trouble?!



Pee Ess: Fiona, please tell your mommy to email me (at brownie barks [at] gmail [dot] com) your snail mail address so that we can play paw it forward!

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Mommy-nator, PLEASE don't fart!!!!

New species: Strech-a-fus REX!!!!

walking sunday

Furiends,

Ever since the fateful doggy-hotel stay, I have been off my food. The night I returned home, I didn't eat well, and for two days, I barely ate anything. It took my pawrents a couple of days to figure out why I wasn't eating well. It seems that something happened at the doggy hotel to make me scared of eating when people are around: I am a bit spooked if Momster or Daddy are in the kitchen with me while I'm eating... previously, Momster would be banging pots and pans cooking and I would not be phazed. I would keep on munching happily while she clumsily dropped cooking utensils and opened and shut cupboards. Now, I look behind me, and if either of them is watching, I cower and leave the kitchen. So now, Momster and Daddy leave me alone during dinner time and I eat all my food, albeit quite a bit slower than previously.

Daddy called the doggy hotel, and of course the staff there said that nothing unusual had happened; basically, they said that I had been taken out (hmmm... remember the tons of poos?), and that I ate all my dinner. Daddy told them we didn't care what had happened, but we wanted to know WHAT had happened to make me act this way so that we could address it. Nothing... except they tried to book us for another visit at least 4 times. Right. Over Momster's dead, decaying body.

Anyhowl, we went on a nice walkie today, and you can see that I got tired quite quickly!


Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!


PEE ESS: Fiona and Kyra - please email me your addresses for paw it forward at browniebarks [at] gmail[dot] com. THANKS!

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Poopy Sunday

Dear Furiends,

Yesterday, Momster and Daddy drove 2+ hours with me before dropping me off at a doggy hotel for the night.

This morning before noon, my pawrents came to get me. My daddy asked the staff members: "Did Brownie go to the bathroom this morning?" One lady staffer replied "Yes, she went out one hour ago." Then one of the staffers handed Momster my bag: "her blanket is wet because Brownie spilled her water bowl on it... don't worry it's not pee, it's just water."

No sooner had we walked out the door, I had to go. I REALLY had to go. I pooped, and pooed, and dookied. It was a two-bagger. And NO, I am not a Great Dane... I am a 45-pound LADY, despite what my poopy-bags seem to say. My pawrents were surprised, as my mid-day poop is usually small. Daddy said: "heh, I knew that lady looked shifty" My momster retorted: "don't be silly!"

Then, we jumped in Daddy's car to go to a local park. As soon as I got out of the car, I squatted again. I pooped, and pooed, and dookied AGAIN... and it was SO urgent that I went on the sidewalk, which I NEVER do... I usually look for a grassy area. My momster took out her last baggie and picked up the poop. Daddy exploded: "What the Dog?! Did they really take Brownie out this morning?!" My momster cowered and said: "well... um maybe Brownie was a little stressed so she didn't poo." And Daddy gave Momster a withering look and replied: "How many times have we boarded Brownie? Huh? And how many times did she have this poop issue? NONE!" Momster said something along the lines that we need to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Well, it was no longer than 15 minutes later that guess what? .... yup, I squatted again and POOOPED and POOED and DOOKIED AGAIN!!!!! Momster was horrified... she had run out of doggie poopie bags! Daddy turned red and was ready to drive back to the doggy hotel to drop off my three bags of poo plus the un-bagged bit. But Momster was having none of it and kept walking me... until I got to a doggy water bowl provided by a local business and proceeded to guzzle it empty... and yes this was a Great-Dane sized bowl. Daddy now turned purple: "So... let me get this straight... they didn't take Brownie out to poo AND they didn't give her water?!?!" Momster replied: "But remember, she spilled her water all over her blanket!"

Well... 2+hours later, we arrived home, Momster pulled out the blanket. She frowned because there was a large area of my blankie that was no longer green but neon yellow. So, innocent that she is, she put the blankie up to her nose, and boy did she catch a wiff... of my peee-wee!!!

As daddy says: "none of this passes the smell test"... literally and figuratively.


Furiends, please tell me that all your hotel experiences have passed the smell test...!

Lurves,



Pee Ess: I have Fiona and Sagira playing Paw it Furward with me so far... if you want to join in the fun, there is one more spot! If you want to play, leave a comment - the first one will be chosen!