Woof Woof, you have a call.

Ever see your humans with that little box held to their ear that they moo into? I think that they call it a "Sell Fone." Well I have heard that you can get you Fone to bark or meow. Yes, that is right, those boxes can speak a language that we quad's can understand (unlike the Moo'ing bipeds).

The kibble manufacturer Purina has released some free tones for Fones from AT&T, Cingular, Sprint or T-Mobile (on select Fones).

They also have a Podcast about pet topics listed on the site. Kibble for the next generation.

Fly, be free

I saw this short article that was listed about a dog named Nestle



Evidently, he is a 3 year old lab, that weighs in at about 80 pounds that just made a world record. He can jump seven feet off of the ground.

I am sorry, but this is just wrong. I can barely get my feet off of the ground and this pup can walk in the clouds.

Someone needs to check his kibble for frog steroids.

Cooking for myself

The other day I posted about wanting the ability to go to the store and buy my own kibble. I have thought about making my own food and decided to start with a biscuit or two.



I found these cutters listed on Good Dog Express. I have never used them, but their selection looked ok.

I found this receipe somewhere else:

1 cup all purpose flour
1 1/2 cups oats (uncooked oatmeal)
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cup corn meal
4 T garlic powder
1/2 cup oat bran
1/3 cup olive oil
3 T honey
1 egg
1 1/4 cups chicken, beef or vegetable stock or broth

Preheat oven to 300° F. Grease (or line with parchment paper) 2 large cookie sheets. Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. Add the egg, oil and stock. Mix well to form a soft dough that is firm enough to roll out. On a floured surface roll out dough to about 1/2 inch in thickness. Cut into desired shapes and place about 1 inch apart on the prepared cookie sheet. Bake for two hours, then turn the oven off and let the biscuits sit for several hours until oven is completely cool in order to dry and harden them. Store at room temperature for several months.

I am going to have to try this out some day soon.

Humans - the real story

You have heard me talk about the humans in the house. They can be annoying, demanding, unfair, and otherwise just plain . . . bipedal. I often wish that we could buy our own kibble and just do it ourselves.

However, I have to admit that sometimes, and only sometimes, the humans can be a pleasure to be around.



There are times when you just want to nuzzle up and get a pat. Like my sister in this photo, sometimes you just need to be a pet.

Movie Review: Son of the Mask

Oddly enough, I have never been to a theater to see a movie. I am told that it has something to do with some human discrimination against their four-legged superiors.

Anyway, the humans have installed this wall in the house that has movies once and a while. Usually they are a bunch of humans moo'ing at each other. But the other day, they had a movie with taste: Son of the Mask.

The star of the movie was Otis.


While I often find that Jack Russels are too anoying, this dog really knows how to stick it to those humans (who think that they are the alpha.) While much of the movie involved too much human blabber, there were enough scenes starring Otis to save the film.

I can't wait until the movie Lassie comes out. That will be an event.

Smell You Later

I almost got away with eating that little mouthfull fuzz ball, Foxxy, but the camera caught me and I had to let her go.



She is no longer staying with us (her vacation is over as well) and I will have to wait to catch her again for a few months. In the meantime, I will think of a starter dish. . . maybe a little diaper pâté.

Resort Stay

We just got back from a weekend at the Balcom Canyon Pet Lodge. As mentioned in a earlier post, we stayed in a semi-outdoors unit and Foxxy stayed in a quaint little room.



While there is tons of grass, we didn't get to play on it; however, there were dirt dog runs that we played in. If you can't tell from the above photo, the bottom left corner shows Zoey and I in our mutual accomodations. The lower right shows Foxxy and another cousin, Squat, in their respective units.

While the concrete was a little cold, it was pleasant to be away from "The Cat." It is always a positive, when you can avoid evil.

FlyBall - The sport of the next generation.

Lined up . . .
waiting for your partner to return . . .
he has the ball. . .
he's back.

I am off running through the obstacle course, over the hurdles. Jump on the box at the end . . . BAM, out shoots the tennis ball, get it quick, run back to the next member on your team. She takes off to win the race. Then I wake up.

The sport of all athletic canines is FlyBall. As described in the article in the explorer news, this is a relay race where teams of dogs race against each other. After traversing an obstacle course, with several hurdles, you jump onto a box with four holes. When you hit the box, it fires a tennis ball out of one of the holes. After retrieving the ball, you have to return to the starting point, for your next partner to start the course.

If I had some coordination, I think that this would be the best sport in the world. I will have to see if Zoey is interested in trying it, as she is both fast and can snatch up a tennis ball as fast as a Jack Russell is annoying.

Until I can convince her to try, I will practice by playing FlyCat, kinda the same, but not with a ball.

Home Alone, Thinking of Robots

The dogs have left the house and Moran and I have the run of the house. Those humans have left too, so we can sleep where ever we want. Those pillows are much softer without human heads on them.

Now that I have some time to think without dogs bounding about (especially that hyper little rat, Foxxy), I realize how peaceful it can be without them under paw. I am going to have to work on the humans to get them to replace Moon and Zoey with more appropriate canines.

I think that a Sony Aibo would be a more appropriate pet.


They don't mess on the floor, they don't chew up the house, and they don't bug you every two minutes when you are trying to take a nap. Not that I nap that much (only about 18 hours per day).

Robot dogs are the way to go fur sure.

Smile

Me . . me. . . me. . . take my picture.

One Frisky Pup

We have only had a few days with little Foxxy visiting and Zoey and I am tired. That Foxxy is just a bundle of energy, always jumping around.



Here she is shown attacking Zoey. I gotta say, it is indecent when you lay down to take a rest and up pops a spotted jack-in-the-box, scratching at your nose. . . sigh . . . We still have a week of this abuse.

We meet at last.

Over the last month, I have posted a bit about that mouthfull Foxxy. Well, we finally got to meet. She is over at my house for a few weeks and we are playing a bit.



Stay tuned to the site and you will get a bunch of new pictures of Foxxy and the other animals in the house.

Where are you?

I have found a great way to track my sister, in case she gets out of the house. There is this Doggie GPS. For a mere $350 plus a monthly service charge, I can track my sister and make sure that she is not getting into trouble. The service can be set up to send a message to my human's cell phone, PDA or notebook computer if she goes beyond a specified area. Either that, or I can just have a human call up and get access to a map of her location.

Technology today is great

Video Proof of Canine Evil

A while back, the dog posted video purporting to show me attacking him. I attempted to explain that this was a set up. I don't know if I convinced you, so I have obtained the below damaging video.

This was aired on a national basis, and even potentially world-wide, yet no one took it as reality. It is real, let me tell you. View the Shocking Video Here!