Getting Our Haircuts

Bob here. Mommy took Dickens and me to the groomer lady to get our haircuts. I definitely needed a haircut, because it was getting so that I'd have to tip my head up just to see through or around all the fur that was growing down over my eyes. Daddy said I was starting to look like Brian Jones or Keith Relf or some guy named Michael Clarke in the Byrds. Sometimes Daddy goes on, and nobody knows what he's babbling about. Anyway, after we got baths and haircuts, the groomer lady put these little bandanas on us that looked like American flags. The only downside to the whole thing is that now that we're clean, we don't smell like dogs. That never lasts long, fortunately!

Daddy Needs to Pay Attention

Mommy and Daddy let me sleep in the bed with them, because I'm usually a good little doggie and settle right down at their feet. Last night, Daddy turned off the fan in the middle of the night. I got so hot, I had to head butt his back to get him to wake up and put the fan back on. He's a good daddy, but sometimes he's kind of thick. I guess I'll continue to let him feed and shelter me, though.

The Cat! The Cat!

This is Bob. Excuse me. I got so excited I hit the wrong key. But that's what The Cat does to me. She tossed a little cat-toy filled with catnip at me. Being a dog, I'm not supposed to like catnip, but I do just the same. Daddy was quite annoyed when I refused to let go of it, even for a treat. Finally, I got bored and let him have his way. The Cat--they call her Emily--is quite the tease. But Dickens and I always come running when she meows. She has an older sister who pays no attention to us, so we return the favor. But Emily is a little floozie...though I think she likes ME the best.

The Cat! The Cat!

Dickens the Schnoodle

Hello. My name is Dickens the Schnoodle. I am Bob's younger brother, but, as he has informed you, I am somewhat bigger than him. I am much kissier than Bob, and I can bark at a higher pitch than he can. I can also jump higher. Mommy and Daddy seem to think that Bob is top dog, but that's just because I let Bob clean my ears and he doesn't let me clean his. I am jealous of any attention Bob gets, and I use my big schnoodle nose to push him out of the way. We frequently bark and growl at each other, and we like nothing better than to chase each other around the kitchen, growling, barking and snapping as we go. However, despite how tough we sound, we are best buddies. If something naughty needs to be done, we join forces to accomplish the deed. Daddy is so funny when he gets angry.

Correcting the Time Zone

Daddy seems to think that having the right time zone is important. I don't really care, as long as I get to play when it's time to play.

This is me when Mommy and Daddy made me stay up all night. Little dogs need recharging occasionally!

Another Way to Not Do What I Should Be Doing

My name is Bobthedog. This blog is about me and my brother Dickens, the schnoodledog. My daddy and mommy will continue this charade about a dog actually being able to post to a blog until they get sick and tired of it.
I am what they call a Maltese, which is a cute little white dog. I weigh about twelve pounds. The schnoodledog weighs about 19 pounds. He is a combination poodle and schnauzer, and if I didn't already hold the title of cutest dog in the world, he would. That's what I think, anyhow.
My daddy spends all sorts of time looking at blogs. Most of these blogs are of the opinion that George W. Bush is a poopyhead. Daddy thought that, under his supervision, I could start a blog too. This blog would not contest the notion that George W. Bush is a poopyhead, but perhaps not have that notion be the main topic of the blog. There are other more important things, like being able to grab dirty underwear out of the hamper and prance around the kitchen with it in my mouth, evading the schnoodledog, mommy and daddy, and the two cats.

Schnoodledog

This is the start of the Schnoodledog blog. I have no idea where this is going