schnoodledog

Too Hot

2010-05-26T13:11:00.001-04:00

Bob here. I need a haircut. I was tossing and turning all last night, and finally just lay on my back as close to the window fan as I could.

Michael Jackson Is Dead

2009-06-26T17:43:00.002-04:00

That's not news! Let's go for a walk.

Spring Again

2009-04-29T15:07:00.001-04:00

It's so boring to go out, do our business and come back in, so Dickens and I (Bob) have made a deal whereby we delay "eliminating" for as long as possible until we've thoroughly sniffed several hundred square feet of springtime soil.

Paws in the Snow

2008-11-17T15:08:00.003-05:00

When we went out this morning, there was snow on the ground. This is okay, as long as there's still plenty of stuff to sniff.

Change We Can Believe in Wagging Our Tails About

2008-11-05T13:32:00.003-05:00

"Worry not dog lovers, the White House will still have a 'First Dog' under a Barack Obama administration.
Obama had promised that whether or not he won the White House, his daughters Sasha and Malia could get a dog.
'Sasha and Malia, I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us,' Obama said at the start of his victory speech. "

We've been on the fence about all this election stuff, but as long as the new President gets and loves a nice doggie, we'll be happy about "getting disappointed by someone new," if only to make Daddy happy

Bob's Birthday

2008-08-12T07:33:00.001-04:00

It's my 5th birthday today. I don't really need anything special, though, just a good scratch on the neck and a scratch on my "puppy buns." Also, it wouldn't be a bad idea for my nice fluffy tail to get a good comb. I'm a dog of simple pleasures.

The Hotter Heat Wave

2008-06-11T15:06:00.001-04:00

Bob here. It's a good thing I'm getting a haircut this week, because I'm just too much of a hippie for this weather! Plus, I have to tip my head way up to even be able to see the cat! And, to those of you who came to my website and wondered if I'd pooped since February, fear not; I'm doing okay!

The Heat Wave

2008-02-19T12:07:00.001-05:00

It was a lot warmer yesterday, but now, instead of deep snowbanks to get lost in, there's deep, cold puddles to get lost in! There's still no good place to poop!

Too Much Snow

2008-02-15T10:30:00.001-05:00

We know it's an old story, but there's too much snow, and it's too deep for our little paws, and all our other parts, too. When you have the whole lawn to choose a place to poop from, life is good. However, lately we've just been having the same old tiny corner in front of the back porch. It just isn't healthy to poop in the same vicinity more than once every couple of days. Please take some of this awful snow away!

Daddy Can't Sing

2008-02-14T17:39:00.002-05:00

Dickens here. Daddy started out trying to sing Tommy James and The Shondells' Greatest Hits, but didn't get too far. Mommy says that my vocal pleas for attention earn me the nickname "Moany Groany." So, Daddy was singing "Moany Groany" instead of "Mony Mony," and when he came back inside, he was singing, "My doggie does the moany groany." I'm glad he thinks he's funny, because nobody else would.

More Snow

2008-02-13T13:20:00.003-05:00

Oh boy! It's snowing again! Bob really likes to run around in the snow, especially when he lunges back towards the house, saying, "come on, Daddy! We've had enough fun! Let's go back inside, where it's warm, and there's a kitty!"
Neither of us likes having our sweaters taken off, especially Bob, because he doesn't like to bend his legs, so Daddy pretty much ends up lifting him up off the floor before his sweater is removed.

We're Still Here!

2008-02-12T13:28:00.000-05:00

What with everything and all, Daddy seems to have been too busy feeding us and taking us out to pee and poop, that he's entirely forgotten to let us update our blog. So, here we are finally again! It was very cold this morning, so Daddy put our sweaters on for us, brought us out, and, even though we were waddling around holding up first this leg and then the other, he wouldn't let us come back in until we both pooped!
Sorry that we can't think of anything more exciting than this to say after eleven months!

A Nice Day

2007-03-12T12:56:00.000-04:00

It's gotten warmer out, that means that we have all sorts of things to sniff. Also, we seem to be running out of good places to poop, because we don't like to poop on the ice, and when we walk on the snow, it crumbles beneath our paws. Bob was even forced to lift his leg to pee! As you may or may not know, Bob is normally a squatter. Dick Cheney is a sociopath. Hopefully, all the snow will melt, and we can sniff even more stuff, and find some nice old poop that Daddy threw up in the big snowbank last month.

Still Cold

2007-03-06T15:36:00.000-05:00

Daddy is home today, but he's not letting us go outside too often. He says it's very cold, but if we don't go out soon, there might be an ACCIDENT.

Too Much Snow!

2007-02-15T11:19:00.000-05:00

We went outside with Daddy last night. There was so much snow Daddy had to kick it away just so we could have a place to pee, and forget about pooping! Daddy went out this morning and spent two hours shoveling a big path so we could run around like crazy. Mommy and Daddy even let us go across the street to the driveway so we could poop. It was all very exciting.

We're Lonely

2007-02-13T17:52:00.000-05:00

It is very nice of Daddy to post all of our thoughts onto this blog. We only wish Mommy would do the same somtime. All she needs to do is nicely ask Daddy...

Talented Schnoodle

2007-02-12T17:41:00.000-05:00

Dickens here. Daddy has just noticed that I'm having all sorts of fun walking around on my hind legs, holding my front paws close to my tummy. Mommy thinks she can teach me to stand up and beg, but I'm not sure that's dignified enough.

BRRRRRR!

2007-01-27T21:35:00.000-05:00

We were both really cold all morning. The furnace wasn't working, and it was very cold outside. After taking us outside and feeding us, Daddy left us in the kitchen with our coats on. The man didn't come to fix the furnace until the middle of the afternoon, and it took a long time for the house to get nice and warm. We were shivering as we curled up and tried to get comfy. I guess we'll be okay, though.

My Fun Morning

2006-11-24T11:24:00.000-05:00

This is Bob. After a fun day meeting everyone for Thanksgiving, I got up this morning and sprinted around the living room. Emily the Cat nudged the gate open, and I was off! I found a plastic bag to chew up, but that wasn't so much the point as making Daddy chase me under the dining room table, into the cat's room, and everywhere else. Life is good.

Dickens As a Baby

2006-09-08T06:12:00.000-04:00

This is Dickens. Here's a picture of me at Mommy's work when I was just a baby!

Confusion

2006-08-22T07:54:00.000-04:00

Bob here. A few days ago, Mommy and Daddy were running around the house putting things away and taking away all our favorite dust bunnies. It was very confusing. But then our Grandma and Grandpa came to visit. We sort of behaved ourselves after five minutes of running around with great enthusiasm. Now, two days later, things are still clean. It's hard finding stuff to chew on when it's all thrown out or put away. Dickens and I have to resort to chewing on our toys. And, of course, chasing Emily the Cat.

Another Camping Trip

2006-08-07T15:17:00.000-04:00

Bob here. We went to Lake Bomazine this past weekend. It was a lot of fun; there were a lot of people to bark at. Daddy let me have half a burger, but he kept all the beer for himself. There are a couple of people there who don't really like dogs, so Dickens and I made sure to bark at them an extra long time. We kept hearing weird words like "Shatner," "timeslot," and "Python." We are pretty tired now.

Too Many Things to Sniff

2006-07-24T12:29:00.000-04:00

This is Dickens. Every morning at 5:30, Daddy takes Bob and then me outside so we can do our business. The last couple of mornings, I've been too busy barking and sniffing the air to bother with pooping. This gets daddy mad. He pulls on my leash and urges me to do the "poopie dance," where I walk back and forth and go in ever smaller circles until I find the exact place to poop. When I don't feel like pooping, I just plant all four feet on the ground and give him a defiant look, which of course makes him madder. As Bob has told you, it's fun to make Daddy mad. I know that I can always poop in the kitchen. Daddy doesn't like it, and I don't get a treat out of the deal, but lucky for me, Daddy isn't of the rub-their-faces-in-it school. I just hang my head and act all dumb and ashamed, and Daddy sighs, gets a wad of toilet paper and cleans it up. I can get away with all of this, because I'm the kissie dog, and I kiss Daddy's face while looking at him with my loving, soulful schnoodle eyes!

Mr. Kissie

2006-07-19T10:50:00.000-04:00

This is Dickens. Mommy and Daddy let me come up on the bed for a little while last night. Now I know why Bob likes to sleep up there. There's all sorts of space to roll around and be a kissie dog, which I'm so good at.

Another Hot Day

2006-07-18T13:21:00.000-04:00

This is Dickens. It's another hot day. Mommy and Daddy went to Wal-Mart last night and got a big fan to put in front of our cage. It was a real sacrifice for Daddy, because he hates Wal-Mart. I don't understand why; they always have low prices. Always. Anyway, Daddy left us this morning with a dish full of water, but we probably won't drink most of it until he gets home, because we sleep all day. Come to think of it, I feel a nap coming on right now...

Hot Hot Hot

2006-07-17T12:42:00.000-04:00

Bob again. I didn't even feel like eating my breakfast this morning, it's so hot. I just sat on my "girlfriend" (a blanket I'm in love with)and watched Dickens eat his breakfast. Mommy and Daddy put an air conditioner in the window the other night. I really liked it; Daddy says I was sleeping on my back with my paws in the air, getting all the cool air I could.
It's so darned hot I don't even feel like barking!

Hard Work

2006-07-15T17:10:00.000-04:00

Bob here. As Daddy's favorite person, George W. Bush, might say, maintaining an interesting blog day-to-day is "hard work." Daddy assures us that each one of us separately has more brain power than the twice-appointed war criminal in the White House. We can't help but agree. We know where to pee and poop, and we haven't caused the deaths of untold thousands through our arrogance and incompetence. We have, of course, barked at untold hundreds of other living things, and that which we don't bark at we are sure to sniff. Anyhow, I'm kind of rambling on here because not much of importance has occurred. It's somewhat hot out, so we don't eat quite as fast, and we try to get more sleep. I guess we'll do some of the latter now....

Our Camping Trip

2006-07-05T12:45:00.000-04:00

Bob here. Friday night, Daddy came home and started bustling around getting things ready. I knew this meant we were going on a trip, so I barked nonstop just in case Daddy forgot that we wanted to go, too. Mommy came home and did some packing, too, but we didn't get in the car and go until it was nearly dark. When we got to the campground, Mommy had some trouble driving between the big rocks on either side of the driveway to the campsite. (Daddy's a big chicken, and won't drive the car when it's pulling the trailer.) We went to bed soon after, but Daddy was kept awake by the drunk people at a neighboring site. I got to sleep on Daddy's bed, but it got so cold I had to curl up into a little white ball to stay warm.
The next morning, Daddy as usual got me and Dickens up so we could do our business. Just then, the drunk neighbors started blasting their country music radio station. Daddy yelled as loud as he could "IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! PLEASE TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!" This had no effect on the hungover Hank fans, who, fortunately for Daddy's piece of mind, went on to another campground to spread their infuriatingly obnoxious behavior. We got set up in our cage under a "screenhouse" to protect us from the sun, along with tarps so we couldn't see any other people. This didn't keep us from barking, because barking is our job. It rained really hard in the afternoon, so Mommy took us into the camper. Because the camp rules for pet owners say 1)keep your dogs quiet; 2)don't leave your dogs alone; and 3)don't take your dogs to the beach, Mommy and Daddy were pretty much stuck at the campsite with us. Which, of course, was just how we wanted it! At night, they snuck us down to the beach, so we could see all sorts of lights in the sky,and hear all sorts of big booms. Dickens sat on Mommy's feet most of the time, and then pooped twice on the way back to camp. He's a big chicken, just like Daddy.

Getting Our Haircuts

2006-06-29T18:08:00.000-04:00

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

2006-06-28T10:17:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-06-26T14:55:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-06-26T14:54:00.000-04:00

Dickens the Schnoodle

2006-06-25T11:29:00.000-04:00

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

2006-06-25T10:42:00.000-04:00

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.

2006-06-25T10:23:00.000-04:00

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

2006-06-25T09:15:00.000-04:00

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

2006-06-25T09:11:00.001-04:00

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