Beware of the Dogs

My human put a poem about nasty dogs in her blog.  SHE apologized to me, but she knows I get very nervous around mean dogs.  One of them bit me a few years ago and it hurt very bad for a week.  If one of them comes around me first I growl and then I hide behind my human.  Sometimes I find out they really aren't mean at all.  I have had some nice big dogs as friends.

My Church

I'm a bit tired out right now.  We went to a parade and then we walked over to the church for a party and then walked back home.  I thought maybe people would like to see the inside of my church.  It was taken when they had just finished putting in new light fixtures and someone wanted a picture of them.  They hadn't noticed that I was sitting in the middle of the aisle.  

My Loot

Here's me with my "loot" from my party.  That nice little tin is now in the office at church and is filled with goodies for me. 

I Can Too Blog

SHE is trying to teach me to use the computer so I can do my own blogging.  The problem is my paws are too large for the keys.  It's a nice place to get warm, though and I know how to irritate my human.  All I have to do is plop down on it.  Then she has to scratch my ears and give me a backrub.

Finally, Me at My Party

O.K.  I finally got my human to download the picture of my party guests and me.  They're a nice bunch of ladies who know how to treat a dog well.  And I do mean treat.  I have a very nice understanding of words and "treat" is among them.  When these very nice ladies come to the church I sniff their handbags to see if there might be something good in them.  My friend the Cheese Lady couldn't be at my party, but she makes sure I get cheese on the Sundays that she does the coffee hour.

I also like the people at the early service.  They have their coffee hour before we go into the church.  They make really good stuff.  One of the men brought me a whole bag of dog biscuits for my birthday, even though he didn't come to the party.  It was such a big bag I decided to share with the dogs whose people come to our food pantry.  I also gave them some dog food.  I prefer people food, myself.  My human says I'm a "foodie."  I think that's good, isn't it?

It's My Birthday

Hi everybody.  Today I'm 11.  It's also Cinco de Mayo. My human will post pictures of me after my party.  We're going to have Mexican food of course and we've invited people from the church to come and share.  I love my human's chile con carne and the enchiladas with chicken and cream cheese aren't bad either.  I wonder what we'll have for dessert. I hope there's some cheese too.  I love cheese.  Actually I just love parties, except when there are a lot of children.  They think I'm a plush toy. So why did SHE put up a picture of kids celebrating Cinco de Mayo?  Humans, go figure.