Hi Everyone. Happy New Year!

SAM I AM.

It's cold down here. Let's head inside!

What's over there? Me and my sweater will go and attack it.

I can smell that over here.

Maybe that is the lake water you are smelling Shanti.  - Buddy Love

Go ahead and get out of the hot tub

I will turn my head so I do not have to look at your nearly hairless body- very odd. When you are wet, you look like a hairless rat.  PS- I am standing on your towel.  -Tootsie

WHAT?! Stop peeing on my sister?

- Buddy Love (ever ready with his fire hose)

Merry Christmas from Pee Pot and all the gang!

Buddy Love's gift from the neighbors. So fitting.

I am having so much fun here visiting for the holiday weekend!- Tootsie

First, while you were working at your desk, I laid a chocolate egg by your chair. That is what we are smelling. :)

As I napped, I threw up on your creme colored comforter and hid it so you did not find it right away.
;)

Then I took your towel while you were in the hot tub so you had to parade around naked (we dogs had our Xmas Parade right here on the deck) on the deck around the house and I haven't been here 24 hours.
:)

You're welcome. - Tootsie

Pssst. I am over here. Locked up in the slammer.

I didn't have a good lawyer. Open the gate so we can play. - Roddy

I am so sad out here-

I locked myself out of the house again. Let me back in.- Sammy Boy

Did she fall or is she drunk?

I have learned that Tootsie strikes poses like Sam.  Contorts her body. This one looks as if she was hit by a car but she is perfectly happy sleeping that way.  Later I found her rolled up against the wall, half way on her back, almost pinned with her legs up the wall.  Sleeping soundly.  I wanted to send this picture to her owner saying "I am sorry, but I could not catch her in time."  :)  

Give me my bone dammit.

My name is Hank and I was rescued (bought at a flea market). I had a broken tail but otherwise, I was fine. Now I am here in this dang halfway house, with too many other dogs, and fighting this chick for a bite of my bone and not the other dogs. I am really cute, with sad eyes and I am not afraid to go NASTY to get my bone.

I am sleepy mom, and a little hungry.

Can you bring me one of those treats you hide in the cabinet?  -Buddy Love

Beach side cafe my ass...

No one has offered me anything to eat.- Random moocher I met on vacation

Riding around the hood.....

Neighbors make great dog sitters!  When we ride, sometimes a neighbor will want to go with me, share the love and kisses.

Dog people are good people. - Maisy, Buddy, Sam, and Shanti

(Neighbors and friends sometime borrow my dogs to walk, go on rides, or overnight visits)

Do I LOOK like a horse?

Hell yes, I can run around cones and jump fences.  BUT,  I am not a horse. - Bea

My but your butt looks big from down here....

Did you happen to notice my big teeth? The better to bite you with!- Shanti

Now that you found me....

You are probably gonna ask me where did that bone come from and what kind of bone is it?- Dixie

I call this piece, "resting baby pig"....

- Buddy Love

I am just climbing down to reach my turtle.

Can you help me?- Della

Your affection is making me uncomfortable.

Can't we enjoy a boat ride without all the hands? - Della

Why am I at the vet?

I look great and definitely need to gain weight. Wait, I smell a treat over here. Oh yes. I remember now, I get a treat then I get that thermometer up my butt.  Hmmmm, fair trade.  Gimme Gimme. - Piglet Maisy.

Does snacking make anyone else tired?- Maisy Moo

Who you calling marshmellow?

- Della

Hmmm. I wonder why no one else is sitting on the boat?

-Buddy Roe

Stop smiling for the camera- eyes on the road, let's get going

-Samson

I wanna trust her- but I just can't completely let go.

I had no training for this. - Della

Hit the gas mom. We were born to ride.

-Shanti and Sam (married couple)

When I was little we didn't have our own truck.

You dogs today have it easy.  - Maisy Moo

Who you calling Fugly?

Come closer so I can bite off your ugly...  - Emma

Did anyone else see that fish jump?

Looked like a 9 lbs bass to me.  - Della

Good gawd. She is touching me again, isn't she?

The human just doesn't get it.  STOP TOUCHING ME $#@*&!. - Shanti

OMG. Well, your breath ain't so great either Precious!

-Sam to his new gf.

I have quieted the naysayers. Please go on....

-Della with her doll

Whodunnit Video (short)

I am sick of pulling this cart and that fat ass Maisy up this hill.

I say we all stop pulling and just sit this one out. - Sam to Della and Shanti

I can still tell that you farted, even back here.

Thank you very much. - Della

Let me get down to your level....

Even though we BOTH know how this fight is gonna end. - Della to Buster

Start slow, that's right baby....

 Now give Sammy some tongue...

Janet the Dog- (her human is very fortunate Fiona Apple)

It's 6pm on Friday,and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Her

e's the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she's been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult officially - and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We've lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it's always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She's my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona

GO AWAY. I am trying to sleep already.

Shanti- Black Beauty

Good thing I came mommy, to help you get up the hill.

-Buddy Love with Blogger

Ah, what a crisp new day! I say, IS that a Sciuridae (squirrel) I see out playing?

Well, GOOD for it! - Della Dolittle

Marshall needs a permanent home....

Marshall is a Rottweiler around 3 years old and needs a good home.  He is currently in a foster home but needs to find a permanent home.  If you can forward this to all your friends and family, that would be great.

Call Mary Ann at 704-900-9310 for more info.  Marshall is current on all his medical shots etc.

THANK YOU!  Mary Ann

Do you ever sometimes just wanna knock mom off that cart?

Shhhh. Humans are practically deaf but they can hear some things. -Della back to Sam