Howard Time

After a long exhausting day of napping, I mean keeping the house safe, I like to come alive at 5 p.m. I call it, Howard Time, and it is the best time of the day! Why is the best time? It is dinner time, walk time, and snackin' time!!! If at least two of those things do not happen, then it is bitchandmoantime!

Right now I just finished my dinner, and I am looking at Brad for my walk, and he is telling me that it is too hot. Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. I think I may start throwing my weight around.

Code Blue

Costume can be purchased here.

I am alive and well. Brad and Julie have had a tough time, but I am doing just great.

Julie had a surgery, and Brad passed out at the hospital and had a code blue called on him. Don't worry, they are both fine now. It's just that when Brad went to visit Julie in her hospital room, he got a little queasy. Julie told him she'd be alright if he needed to go home, but he thought a walk would do him just fine. He was gone for no more than 2 minutes, when Julie heard a code blue called overhead.

"Code blue, coffee cart! Code blue, coffee cart!"

Brad passed out cold.

He recovered quickly but was whisked off to the ER for evaluation, and Julie ended up being released and was home before Brad. I overheard conversation about Brad wanting to leave against medical advice, and Julie putting a halt to it.

I tell you, the things that happen when I am not around! And they wonder why I get so upset when they walk out the door all smiles saying, "We'll be right back!" Code blues can happen! I don't really know what a code blue is, but it doesn't sound good.

No Treats From Obama

I don't care what side of the political fence you are on...this dog is almost as good as I am. He's just younger is all. I could have learned that trick too.

If we don't laugh at life once in awhile, what else is there? Stress, misery? Heart attacks? Strokes? No thank you.

The Vet

Where are you taking me, Brad?

The park? No, I don't think so because we live across the street from it.

Damn, it's the vet, isn't it?



I had to go get a rabies shot. The scale of shame said I gained 2 pounds. The last time I weighed 82 lbs. and this time I weighed 84 lbs. "Water weight." Heh heh. The vet said that on a scale of 1 being extremely underweight, and 10 being extremely overweight, I was a 6 or 7. I'll take that, and a snack too!

In fact they gave me snacks while I was there. "Here fat boy, have a snack!" I waddled right over and gobbled 'em down too. There is NO shame in my game.

I was good boy. I liked the doctor A LOT. I don't know what it was about the guy, but he was okay in my book, and I am one judgmental dog as you may have figured out by now. Either I like a person, or I do not, and I pretty much know that after the first meeting.

The staff there kept calling me Houdini. Uhh??? I couldn't help but look at Brad with desperation in my eyes hoping that the staff realized that I am Howard, and not Houdini, before they made a mistake and amputated my tail or leg or some horrible operation. I did NOT want to come out of that place with another damn cone on my head. Can you blame me?

Brad reassured me it was because I kept slipping out of my collar, not mistaken identity, and that I was only there for a shot (as if that is not bad enough).

In my recent experiences, if shot = no cone, I can live with that.

Brad Had an Effer

My Main Man

Brad was recently telling Julie of when he was about 6 or 7 and his parents got rid of his cat because it had ring worm, and he prayed and prayed that he would get his cat back. His parents had purchased some land in the country, and his family went out to see it, and lo and behold his kitty cat walked out of the woods. He praising the Lord until his parents told him that the cat turned wild and he couldn't have it back.

I'm sorry, but Brad's parents are MY HEROS. Can you believe that Brad had his very own effer as a child? Thank God his parents had the good sense to turn his life around at that tender age, or where would I be right now? I might not even have this dog blog!