tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55829292024-02-28T13:22:09.825-08:00Dog Blog*woof* *woof*
*wag*Charles Céleste Hutchinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123138871494922485noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-41365213651817478852008-05-26T02:40:00.001-07:002008-05-26T02:40:45.045-07:00TestArf, I'm testing a podcastCharles Céleste Hutchinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123138871494922485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-11058358883331227962008-05-26T02:20:00.001-07:002008-05-26T02:21:02.704-07:00Woof from amsterdamI *wag* Holland, but I'm not sure about the trains.Charles Céleste Hutchinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123138871494922485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1070646078943659252003-12-05T09:41:00.000-08:002003-12-05T09:42:02.700-08:00<b>new treat!</b>
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<br />research papers taste GOOD!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1067918304405611802003-11-03T19:56:00.000-08:002003-11-03T19:58:23.193-08:00<h3>Backyard animals</h3>
<br />I smelled a really interresting animal in the back yard last night. It looked kind of like a cat, but different. It was black with a big wide white stripe. I wanted to go be friends with it, but the person wouldn't let me. She just yelled at me. she always yells at me.Charles Céleste Hutchinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123138871494922485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1063855202629183912003-09-17T20:20:00.000-07:002003-09-17T20:20:02.476-07:00<b>oh yeah</b>
<br />if I am very very very still, maybe no one will notice that I am sitting on the red chair.
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<br />very very very still.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1062626699101010452003-09-03T15:04:00.000-07:002003-09-03T15:04:59.100-07:00<b>QUILT!!</b>
<br />it's almost like a giant torilla
<br /><img src="http://community.webshots.com/s/image7/6/86/25/88468625yqUZMz_ph.jpg">cxjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02134571128286930156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1059087899983384832003-07-24T16:04:00.000-07:002003-07-24T16:04:59.996-07:00<b>arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrf!</b>
<br />i'm a pirate!!!
<br />wooooof!cxjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02134571128286930156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1059010249307054372003-07-23T18:30:00.000-07:002003-07-23T18:40:45.373-07:00<b>OHMIGOD!</b>
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<br />DOGFOOD!
<br />my favorite.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058410195033284622003-07-16T19:49:00.000-07:002003-07-16T19:49:54.946-07:00<b>oh yeah..</b>
<br />I wish Chand had a giant tortilla.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058410022760394862003-07-16T19:47:00.000-07:002003-07-16T19:47:02.686-07:00<b>aha!</b>
<br />I am starting to suspect that the reason that they keep throwing the ball down the stairs is to prepare me for some sort of quest. I will practice hard.
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<br />On another note: I'm not sure why people get so upset when I puke. What could be more natural than eating part of your pillow and then throwing it up again every day?
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<br />And everytime I try to help with the dishes they get mad! why do so many normal things make them mad?
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<br />I've discovered that parts of the floor taste different than the other parts of the floor. The walls pretty much all taste the same, but the books taste different.
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<br />Well, got to get back to work. There's parts of the floor that I still haven't drooled on today.
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058399202844430632003-07-16T16:46:00.000-07:002003-07-16T16:46:42.870-07:00<b>*whimper*</b>
<br />*woof*
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<br />*grrrrrr*
<br />*woof*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058324912896767562003-07-15T20:08:00.000-07:002003-07-15T20:08:32.973-07:00<b>yumm</b>
<br />I wonder if I can carry this chicken bone home with me without anyone noticing? CHICKEN BONE! *shhh* don't tell anyone I have a CHICKEN BONE! someone must have left it as a present JUST FOR ME because no one would leave a perfectly good CHICKEN BONE behind!
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<br />CHICKEN BONE!
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<br />dammit, they took it away.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058321511993736062003-07-15T19:11:00.000-07:002003-07-15T19:11:52.063-07:00<b>narcoleptic dog</b>
<br />should I run up and down the stairs as fast as I can or take a nap? or both?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058315923740325772003-07-15T17:38:00.000-07:002003-07-15T20:13:15.130-07:00<b>I donno</b>
<br />I have a couple favorite sleeping places but I can't quite figure out which one I like best
<br />* with my head IN the (full) water bowl
<br />* in my crate, with my eyeballs balanced gently on the wire door frame
<br />* in my owners nightstand, even though, for the love of god, I don't fit
<br />* anyplace that I can lie on a lot of books that I've displaced even though there's a very nice pillow RIGHT NEXT to it.
<br />* under foot
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<br />what do you think?
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<br />sometimes I like to lie in direct sunlight until I'm so dizzy I can't walk.
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<br />it's also fun to roll in smelly things, but they never me..
<br />(Why is that things that taste and smell the best are so often denied?)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058311451968587432003-07-15T16:24:00.000-07:002003-07-15T17:01:14.030-07:00<b>arg!</b>
<br />Everytime I bring the ball back, they throw it away again!!! Why why why must I do this sisyphean task??? Why are they not more careful with the ball??Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058310151556210092003-07-15T16:02:00.000-07:002003-07-15T16:25:21.200-07:00<b>dead things!</b>
<br />There's a dead bird outside! dead! dead bird! outside! I have to get it RIGHT NOW! dead bird! dead! *whimper* What if another dog gets it first?? DEAD BIRD!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058309909023990802003-07-15T15:58:00.000-07:002003-07-15T15:58:28.890-07:00<b>starving</b>
<br />I've had nothing to eat but dog food all day! except the corn that I grabbed off the table at lunch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058309826464256022003-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:002003-07-15T15:57:06.346-07:00<b>almost as scary as firecrackers</b>
<br />MY BEST FRIEND was attacked by a crow today. At least, I think she's my best friend. Sometimes she tries to claw me and yesterday when I wanted to play she gave me a bloody nose. But a big crow swooped down to attack her and as soon as I woke up I rushed over to defend her. She didn't seem to happy about it though. Maybe because I accidentally sat on her.
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<br />The crow was almost as big as she was. She's lucky I was there to defend her.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582929.post-1058309464895816572003-07-15T15:51:00.000-07:002003-07-15T15:51:04.790-07:00<b>*woof* *woof*</b>
<br />I am keeping a blog now. I hope that by keeping this, someone will notice that THERE IS A BALL TRAPPED UNDER THE SOFA! Another ball was carelessly thrown down the stairs but I was able to rescue it. I waited patientally for someone to retrieve the ball under the sofa, but after two hours no one had noticed. I don't understand these people. How can they survive for two hours without the ball??!!??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com