Saturday, April 22, 2006

Mommy Tricked Me!

Mommy twicked me. She can neber get me to luk happy when she takes my pikture. So, she held a piece of cheese (my most faborite treat) with de camera and I WANTED dat piece of cheese weally bad. So I was wuking at dat cheese and she snapped dat fwashee ting in my fase. Hummmpppph. Anywayz, she finally gotz a pikture ob me wit my eers up and smiling.



Wednesday, April 19, 2006


Well, daddy walked me late yesterday afternoon, and I wuz luking for wabbits as always, and guess wat I fownd? Some birds flewz rite up in fwont of mi fase! Daddie sayz deze tings r kalled kwales. He sayz dese tingz r gud to eet, but I cudn't quite katch doze birdies. I twied dough.

So, now I knowz dat der are birdies dat r gud as well as wabbits. I wunder wat else I will find on my walkies wid Daddie?


Sunday, April 16, 2006

Happy Easter Eberybody!

Hope eberybody is habing a berry happee Easter Sunday. I gotz me a stuffed wabbit for a pwesent and some oder goodees too.

Mommie isn't feeling too gud abter falling fwat on her face wast Monday and spwitting her wip and hurting oder tings like her toofers, too.

We wer sposed to go visit my gwandma dis weekend but we all stayed home insted. Dat was ok by mee cause I hate widing in the car anywayz but gwandma was disappointed not to get to see mee!!

Well, datz about it for now cawz my sccretary sayz she's tired and wantz to takez a nap.




Friday, April 07, 2006

Mommie Received Bracelets in the Mail!

Mommy received two bracelets in the mail today that she ordered from CharmingMilo! They are so pretty and so well made. My fwiend Milo's mommy makes these bracelets and if you want some beautiful handmade bracelets we encourage you to look at her site!


I Am Your Dog

Mommy thinks this is a beautiful poem, so I told her I would post it on my blog! Lubz, Cassie

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. --Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere) Author Unknown

Sunday, April 02, 2006


Mommy decided to take a pikture ob me abter she finished torturing me---her groom job "completed". She sayz Iz still luks "scruffy" but dat itz ok caws we corn terrors are sposed to luk scruffy! Lub, Cassie

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Grooming --- Hmmmmppppphhhhh!!!!!!

Well, mommie decided it was high time that I hab a grooming job done, so last weekend she worked on my head, ears, and beard. Dat part wuzn't too bad, but let me tell u, she decided dis morning dat she shud wurk on my tail, legs, and body. I didn't appreciatez dat one widdle bit. She tinks I luk bedder, but it was not fun for dis liddle corn terror. She still sayz I needz to hab my fur in between my pawz pads twimmed, but I'm not abawt to sit still for dat today! How cud my mommie torture her sweet widdle corn terror like dis?