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Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here for your reading pleasure today. It has been quite some time since you’ve enjoyed the pleasure of my writing – the Imp is rather enthusiastic and a tad pushy – so the FG and I allow him to write more frequently. Besides – it keeps him busy for a few moments giving us much needed respite.

This blog is, how do some word it… ah a “shout out” to readers in Florida who might be interested in hosting yours truly for a few weeks. Or months. This winter. Well I suppose that’s not entirely true – but I do have a bit of a dilemma. Which began with a large snowfall here the other day….

I suppose I should not have been surprised that we had snow. The “official” start to winter is not far off, and let’s face it – December is a month associated with snowy songs, and movies. 

However, yours truly was NOT impressed with the large snowfall we had the other day. I was in NO hurry to go out for my morning constitutional because I had been following the weather channel all night, and I KNEW what lie ahead before I stepped out the door. The Imp went out first, plowing a rather erratic path along the driveway. He jumped and hopped his way along, finally stopping half way up to the road and he did his “business.” He actually would have stayed outside longer, but giant snowballs were forming on his body so he was quite happy to come inside.

Then it was my turn…

Whenever I go out for a walk, I always prance happily ahead of Her Highness. But not on a day when when it rains OR a day when the snow is up to my neck. And that was the case the other day. The snow was DEEP. And instead of my usual “leading the way” routine, I trudged slowly behind Her Highness, looking as if the treat jar was empty. In fact, I was SO downtrodden looking, that she actually questioned whether something was seriously wrong with me. She turned to face me and said something like “we’re not going far – just until you poop.” Poop? That’s all she wanted? I immediately stopped and produced what she was looking for. When she said “OK, we can go back home”, I whirled around and jumped and raced for the front door. I had a miraculous recovery from my previous trudging behavior.

The FG did not mind the snow. I believe that because he is taller, it was MUCH easier for him to navigate. He was in no hurry to come inside.

So that brings me to my request for Florida living. Or Texas. Or Mexico – or really ANYPLACE where I am not required to freeze my nether regions. 

But here’s the interesting part. While I do not enjoy the role of a snowplow, I AM quite happy to dig a little comfy spot in the snow and to lie down. I know. I know. That sounds contrary to my tale of WALKING in a winter wonderland.  But it’s true. When Her Highness let the other two maniacs out in the backyard yesterday afternoon- which was still full of snow, they BOTH ran around until they couldn’t move because of the snowballs. And one would THINK I would stay indoors, close to a cozy fire. But no. I went out on the deck, tromped down the snow, and made myself quite comfortable.  So perhaps balmy climates are not REALLY what I desire…It’s a conundrum.

Meanwhile, last night the Imp and I went to a rally fun match in preparation for our REAL rally trials on Sunday.  Yes – this Sunday.  This was a practice to see how we are both doing. The Imp is entered in Novice and yours truly is entered in Masters.  While yours truly is an extremely attentive, well-behaved participant, who LOVES to heel, Her Highness is fairly certain we will not pass – due to her own ineptitude about the signs. She was studying them in earnest last night – AFTER the practice. I believe some call it cramming. Anyway, I did relatively well, but I’m not crazy about jumping, so that likely will be my nemesis. A dropped bar equals a fail – and this twinkle toes has been known to drop a bar or two. Masters is a difficult level – and it’s probably been 8-9 years since I have formally competed – so our main goal is to have fun. That’s a given. The Imp is a wild card. He could score high – or could decide to do freestyle- resulting in a low score. It’s anyone’s guess. We’ll let you know the results – unless the event is carried on CNN – then you can watch it yourself. I am just jesting. I’m case you were immediately trying to find it on the channel guide. That’s all we would need would be network coverage- Her Highness was nervous at the fun match. She would need sedation for the real trial.

Anyway we shall keep you posted. In the meantime, I must go and hide. After our wintry weather the other day, today we have rain in the forecast. What IS a PON supposed to do in these conditions?! Maybe Florida isn’t such a bad idea after all. 

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos. It’s bored Squirmy here on a wintry Thursday. Well, the snow actually started last night – so it was a wintry Wednesday. Which sounds better. But it’s still snowing- so it’s a good thing we don’t have anywhere we have to be today. No classes. We have enough food and treats (thankfully). No other appointments. We can just run around the yard and leave our yellow signatures on the pure fresh snow.

We’re kinda bored since Aunt Sue left. We were just getting ahead in our training with her – she was even beginning to sing along with the bedtime song that the Warden sings to us each night. She made it up. And trust me – it would never make the Top 10 Billboard hits, but it IS kinda catchy. It signals to us that it’s time for bed. Once she starts, we head for the bedroom. We really could make a reality TV show…

Since the Coyote and I were both feeling bored yesterday, we decided to do some yard work. The Warden was busy doing something boring like folding laundry or futile dusting, so my compatriot and I went outside. The Boss just hung out on the deck in a position where he could watch us and the Warden at the same time.! There was no snow on the ground yet, but the lawn was wet from all the rain we’ve had lately. Like the other night. Holy moly – we had rain and wind AND thunder and lightning!!! Lots of thunder and lightning. Luckily, none of us are bothered by it.

But back to the yard work. The Warden was busy, but even though she’s absorbed in something, she still has this voodoo sense when we’ve been gone for a while – AND she hears nothing. Silence around here is like an alarm signal somewhere else. No barking, no sounds of anyone racing around, no chewing or wrestling sounds – and it generally spells trouble. Sure enough- the Warden went out on the deck and saw the reason for the silence. The Coyote and I were creating a new “pond” in the lawn. We have a series of holes that we have dug, trying to create a really good pond. The one we started yesterday was VERY promising. Until the Inspector saw the job and shouted for us to come in. She immediately regretted that move – because yours truly was particularly muddy and wet. But hey – I came when called, tracking in the mud from the excavation site and leaving identifying paw print tracks on the carpet. How do you spell filthy?

The Coyote didn’t look quite as bad as me – because I was the one doing most of the work. The Warden took one look at me, and after she snapped a few shots to commemorate the groundbreaking for the new pond, she whisked me and my big fluffy feet into the tub in the garage. I’m used to it.

The good thing about snow is no mud! But get this – the temperatures are going way up by the weekend- AND we are getting lots of rain! I’ll be able to see if the pond holds water. If not, it just might need to be a bit deeper.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy Cujo Wormy here on a terrible Tuesday. And why is it terrible? Aunt Sue is going home today. We have enjoyed having her here- another victim, I mean human, to train. She’s not easy – she has kinda figured me out. She knows how to avoid ricochets, and she firmly tells me “no” if I get overly exuberant and start biting. She also knows how to shout out “Where’s Tuggie?” to avoid being maimed. That being said, she was just a little bit inattentive yesterday and didn’t notice that her headband fell off the shelf in the closet – which allowed yours truly to find it, and well, I thought it could use a hole for more air circulation. Busted. Guess I need to do some Christmas shopping at the headband store.

Anyway, I’m very depressed that she is leaving. We all are. All alone – just the four of us – until Santa arrives on the 24th. Mind you, I don’t think he’s staying very long.

So we’ll just mope around, chew the rug, I mean stare at the rug, go for walks….try to be happy….until she and Keith come back again. On the 27th!!! Yup! She didn’t cancel her flight for the 27th, so we couldn’t have been tooooo bad!!!

In the meantime, the Warden and I and the Boss need to get into some serious Rally training. Rumor has it we boys have BOTH been entered in a real honest to goodness rally trial. Soon. Super soon. I think we need some sedatives for the Warden – she’s getting nervous already. I thought this was supposed to be fun. Not nerve racking. If anyone has any words of wisdom to calm her down, feel free to share them. I mean how badly could we do? Don’t answer that….

OK. Time to take Aunt Sue out for her last walk before she goes home. Maybe I could tie her to a tree so she can’t leave. Or steal her shoes..Or chew a hole in her suitcase….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Happy Sunday blogaroos! Squirmy Cujo Wormy here. With another episode of Christmas with the Crazies.

So. If decorating this place with enough elves to form a weird miniature army with giant ears wasn’t enough, NOW we are being subjected to cheesy Christmas movies. Really. Aunt Sue and the Warden have been watching them every night – and we canines are forced to sit through them and pretend to find them interesting. The last one did feature a dog, but only in a small part. They all seem to star actors and actresses from some former TV show that only ran for one season. The good news is that they all have a happy ending. I think I could write one. In fact, maybe I should….like the story of these two people who each have a dog. One dog is called Snowball and the other is called Twink. And the two dogs like each other and they drag their owners together in the dog park. And those shooting star sparks start to fly. But one day, Snowball steps on a broken Christmas ornament and it’s in his paw, so Snowball gets cranky when he meets Twink . So the owners think they have to stay apart. But it starts to blizzard out and Twink charges out of the house when she sees a rabbit. And the owner can’t find Twink in the blizzard. But the other owner and Snowball, who had the sore paw but who has been miraculously cured, are out because they are on their way to the Christmas tree lot to pick out a tree. In the blizzard. So Snowball starts to track Twink in the snow and finds her hiding under the porch of the town hall where the Christmas pageant is about to begin. They all go inside and the two owners look happily at each other and profess their love for one another and the two dogs are all happy too and in the background the music playing is Silent Night. Oh oh oh and they have to have hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies and special treats for the dogs in the shape of stockings. Oh oh oh and the animals in the manger are actually dogs dressed up to look like sheep and a cow and a donkey. And they all live waggily ever after. The End. OK. I still have a few kinks to work out, but that’s the general gist.

In other news, I had my weekly class on Friday and I seem to have emerged from my weirdo fear period that I went through a few weeks ago. I’ve got my focus back – and the Warden was very pleased with my behavior in class. Actually she was more than pleased – she was kinda shocked. I just like to keep giving her that good old intermittent reinforcement.

I’m not sure what the girls have on the agenda for today – but the Boss said to put money on another Christmas movie tonight. Personally, I think they could be reported to Animal Control for cruelty to animals for making us watch them. I’m thinking I may hide – like in a closet with the elves if they do watch another one tonight. Wish me luck.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey it’s another fantastic Friday blogaroos. And it’s fabulously fantastic here – because we have company!

Nope. Not Santa. Not the Easter Bunny. That would be even more weird than Santa. Nope – it’s Auntie Sue – the Warden’s sister! She came to visit and go to a bunch of Christmas craft shows and to do holiday shopping with the Warden. Her husband, Keith, REALLY wanted to do marathon shopping too, but he had business at home. They’ll both be back again after Christmas! So it’s a girl’s visit – with us boys!

Auntie Sue has kinda figured me out. She knows to brace herself when I suddenly begin the PONdianapolis 500 around the dining room table. When the Warden said to her that I have “a screw loose,” she replied, “Just one?” She thinks she’s funny. When she was giving out dog treats yesterday, she told us to sit and then gave them out to us one by one saying our names: “Frodo…Elroy….Cujo.” Ha. Ha. She’s hysterical. I know she adores me. Who couldn’t?

We went for a nice long walk yesterday- and I did demonstrate for her my unique and useful skill of retrieving lost golf balls. She did admit that I do have redeeming qualities. Or at least that one.

Meanwhile, the Coyote jumps on her from behind, while the Boss has probably increased her need for hearing aids with his barking. She did say we are “entertaining.” Or maybe I made that up…

Anyway, we’re glad to have her here – and she and the Warden did come home with some gifts “from Santa” after a day of shopping yesterday. One bag smelled distinctly like a pet store – so I’m feeling encouraged about that.

I think they might be doing more shopping today- but it won’t be all day, because I’m also going to class. No rest for the…wonderful.

It’s almost time for our morning walks. Time to wake up Auntie Sue so she can make the most of her day. Carpe dog’em!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe!

Howdy blogaroos! It’s Squirmy wacky Wormy here on a wonderful Wednesday! And guess what? You give up? Well – I don’t know either! But something is going on here…

So yesterday, we all got a good grooming – and as usual, I won the prize for best behaved. I know you find that hard to believe. But it’s true!!!! The Boss is horrible when it comes to grooming, and while the Coyote doesn’t mind being brushed – he HATES having his nails done. The Warden cannot clip his nails – he freaks out. So she brings out some kind of roto-tiller buzzy thing and she grinds them down. OK. The Boss said I got that wrong. He said it’s a dremel. Not to be confused with a dirndl- a kind of German folk costume or a dreidl- played with on Hanukkah. No – a dremel spins and grinds nails. Or fingers. Or hair. You would think it would be more scary than a nail clipper. But the Coyote is always different. He doesn’t mind it at all.

Anyway, after we were all fluffed and puffed, and the Warden was suitably stuffed up and sneezing, she continued to clean the house. I have not seen ANY suitcases. Unless she’s hiding them in the bathroom. But the Boss never misses a thing and he said no luggage has been moved about. So that can only mean one thing – COMPANY! A new ricochet victim!!! And the Warden said she is going to the airport this morning!!!

Could it be Santa? I mean could it?! The Boss just said that’s a stupid guess- the jolly guy doesn’t arrive by plane and he’s not scheduled for a few more weeks. Good thing. I don’t have my list done yet.

Well you’ll just have to stay tuned to find out who is coming to the House of Crazies. Better be someone who brings ear plugs, a lint roller and dog treats…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos. It’s Squirmy the Grinch again. I’m just not sure I’m crazy about all this Christmas stuff. This decorating is too much. Yesterday, the Warden went and got a TREE. For IN the house. She went to some big tree farm where you cut down your own tree. She actually thought about taking one of us along, but if I’m not mistaken, she took the Boss ONCE, and not only did he bark out his hello greeting to anyone he happened to come across, but he also was a muddy mess by the end of the adventure. And given all the rain we’ve had lately, it didn’t seem like a super good idea.

Anyway, she was gone for quite a while- no doubt trying to pick the “perfect” tree as she walked through acres of options. Rumor has it she took the little saw that the tree farm people gave her when she drove in- but she forgot two very important facts… 1. cutting a tree with a little hand saw is not so easy and 2. Finding a tree CLOSE to your car is important. She failed on both accounts. Luckily, as she was sweating while she was sawing away, and she was only through about 1/3 of the trunk, she heard a voice saying “do you need help.” For a second she thought she was hallucinating- plus the sweat was dripping in her eyes. She turned around and “low and behold an angel appeared”… just like in the Christmas story! It was a family, with four adults and two kids, carrying their tree – AND a chainsaw. The Warden took one look at the saw and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Not only did the nice people cut down the tree- they helped her carry it to the car which was WAY farther away than she remembered. She was going to drag the tree. There wouldn’t have been a needle left. Yup. She had her Christmas miracle!

Meanwhile, we had no idea what she was coming home with. She ushered me and the Coyote onto the deck and shut the door. She let the Boss inspect her choice, and he got to witness the agony and hear some interesting vocabulary as she tried to get the tree in the stand. She hadn’t bothered to have the tree people bind it up. BIG mistake. As she was huffing and puffing and shoving and mumbling, the Boss plopped right down in the thick of things to watch. He got all comfy cozy to enjoy the entertainment- and let out a giant puffy. All of a sudden the aromatic aroma of evergreen was masked by the stink bomb. The Warden looked at him and said “Seriously?” He got up and walked out of the room.

Meanwhile, the Coyote and I were leaving olfactory art all over the deck door. When we were FINALLY allowed in, the tree was secure in the stand – and the Warden was beginning to put the lights on. She was determined to decorate the whole thing – she kept mumbling how much work it was. This was of course going on in the DFZ, so all we could do was watch, and listen for the occasional ornament crash.

I’m happy to report though, that although the entire day was spent putting ornaments on a tree we can’t even pee on, it’s all done! Because all the ornaments are glass, it’s doubtful I’ll get a close up view. She’s going to need a whole sirloin steak to keep my attention off that tree if she tries to take photos of us. She said she wonders if she could get sedation for me from the vet. She was just joking. I think.

Well – the forecast is calling for – get ready- RAIN again today. Since ALL the Christmas decorations are out (surely there can’t be any more elves hiding anywhere) , I’m thinking some Find the Bunny is definitely on the agenda for today. Or maybe we could play Find the Elf with one of those guys I see under the tree…..

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos. It’s a super Saturday and it’s me – Squirmy here – writing from the land of the Christmas explosion. Seriously- there are more Santas in our house than full poop bags in the garbage can outside. OK. Maybe that wasn’t such a good comparison. Or visual… But I bet you got the point.

So I had class yesterday and I was actually better than last week. The Warden thinks I’m starting to emerge from my “weird period”. I mean I’m still crazy – but not so worried about stuff again. My adorable sweet personality is coming back again. Still with the ricochets but that will always be who I am.

Hey – did you watch the National Dog Show? So if you didn’t- the Scottish Deerhound who won last year – WON again. First time there’s been a double winner in like a million years. Good for her.

But there was also a disappointing side to the show. So. The Warden sat down to watch the Group judging and got to quickly see the Picard and the PON as they introduced the herding group. BUT then they started the judging – and only showed CERTAIN breeds on TV. For the sake of time. Cough. Do you THINK they featured the PON or the Picard? Nope. We didn’t make the TV cut. A cute Pyrenean Shepherd won the group. Which was cool. Neither the PON or Picard made the top 4. Maybe that’s why they weren’t featured in the TV highlights. But still. We were disappointed. Well, OK truthfully we didn’t care. But the Warden did. Mind you, fame is a double edged bone. If a breed wins, it becomes popular. And if it’s popular, then people start breeding them like crazy to meet the demand. Which can screw up the gene pool. At least that’s my vast understanding of genetics. So maybe it’s good we lost. That’s it – always look at the bright side. I think.

The Warden seems to be doing some extra cleaning the past few days – so it appears something is up. It usually means one of two things – she is going away OR we are getting company. Haven’t seen any suitcases yet – so I’m putting my biscuits on company.

We have had LOTS of rain lately- but the weekend is looking sorta sunny. Longer walks again- thank goodness. Beats running around in the muddy backyard. And the multiple trips to the tub. I’m starting to look like a shaggy SharPei.

Gotta go. Time to pull. I mean walk.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos! It’s me – Squirmy the Grinch. And why am I a Grinch? Well because for the last two days, the Warden has been “decorating” our happy home for Christmas. And let me tell you, decorating can be boring. I was just a little pup last year – and apparently she had scaled things back because of the Great Pause. So I didn’t get to experience the Griswold Christmas. But not this year. Holy moly. Who knew all those Santas, elves, angels, trees, ornaments, reindeer,wreaths and Baby Jesuses were all actually IN this house. I’m not sure where they were all hiding. It took TWO DAYS for every elf to find his perfect location. And get this – she didn’t even put up the TREE yet. I’m not sure about this tree thing – she didn’t put one up last year. The Boss said we can’t pee on it. IF we ever even get near it – it will be in the DFZ.

Needless to say, as the explosion was erupting in the DFZ, I was watching and waiting for the first chance I could find to get in there. Those elves look tasty. So I did a tag team effort with the Coyote yesterday while the Warden was in the DFZ talking to a friend on the phone. The Coyote started scratching at the deck door, so as the Warden came out of the DFZ to let him out, while she was holding the phone in one hand and the gate in the other, I burst through the opening to get a better look at all the assorted Christmas tchotchkes. I immediately leapt onto the sofa for a good view, meanwhile – while the Warden was trying to usher me out, the Coyote dashed in and slid on a carpet narrowly avoiding crashing into a glass cabinet. I thought that looked like fun – plus I thought it could be a cool place to try our wrestling moves. At this point, the Warden had tossed her phone – while her friend on the other end could hear the chaos going on. And some choice vocabulary, not fit to print here. As the Warden tried to grab the Coyote, he leapt onto the sofa and I followed.

I do believe both of us lost some tufts of hair in the shuffle because we weren’t wearing collars. When she finally got us out and returned to her phone call out of breath, her friend asked if she was OK. Of course she was! She’s so dramatic. Now I can’t wait for this tree thing.

Today in the US is a big holiday called Thanksgiving. Lots of food, parades, football games, AND the National Dog Show from Philadelphia. Wonder who will take home all the biscuits this year. Last year was a Scottish Deerhound. Seems it’s about time a Polish Dog won. But I’m putting my money on a poodle. They always win. Here’s some info about this year’s show:

https://sports.nbcsports.com/2021/11/20/what-to-know-about-national-dog-show-2021-thanksgiving/

And speaking of parades – there’s the big Macy’s parade in NYC. Here’s a cool story about some little known events that have occurred at the parade in the past:

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/20/nyregion/macys-thanksgiving-parade-facts.amp.html

Who KNEW they used to let balloons go?! Imagine looking in the sky and seeing a hippo pass by. The Coyote would go wild. He likes to watch birds. A hippo? His head would explode.

Now I probably shouldn’t point this out – given that’s it’s Thanksgiving and a day to be nice…but did ya happen to notice that two of the parade disasters involved CAT balloons- Felix and the Cat in the Hat?! Just sayin’. Oh and the most beloved balloon? Snoopy. A dog. I’ll say no more.

Anyway, I decided to plagiarize this next part from words which Viktor wrote some years ago. No matter WHERE you live, it’s important to be thankful for so many things in life. Like Kongs. And treat jars. And walks in the sunshine. And as Viktor wrote:

Be thankful for the fact that you have the ability to read this blog! Not everyone can.

Be thankful that you have a computer or other electronic device that you can read this blog on.  Not everyone does.

Be thankful that you have the electricity to run your device.  Not everyone does.

Be thankful that you have been owned by or are currently owned by a dog.  We bring so much joy to your life.  Most of the time…

Be thankful that you woke up this morning to celebrate a new day.  Not everyone will…. 

So take a moment to give thanks for all you have – including your loved ones – two legged and four legged.

Happy Thanksgiving – no matter WHERE you live! Now. Pass the turkey!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here on another terrific Tuesday. All good here at the circus. Although…we COULD do without all the rain and wind. I just hope today is better than last night. It was crazy!

Well. It’s that time of the year when humans are beginning to prepare for Christmas. The Warden remembers back 100 years ago when she was a kid in the US, and Christmas planning didn’t begin until AFTER Thanksgiving- which is this Thursday. But since that time, Christmas preparations begin pretty much after Labor Day now. Heck – the dreaded Dollar Store had Halloween and Christmas decorations out at the same time!

Anyway, I figured I had better start my list. So. I found this thing on-line with 66 gifts for dogs and their humans. I’m about the review them. And well, I’m not holding back on my reviews. At all. And fair warning- I’m honest. Brutally honest. I’ll put a star next to,those items that make the cut. Here’s the link:

https://www.marieclaire.com/home/g24851290/best-dog-gifts/

And here we go….

Wicked Smart Bone: The interactive toy. When you’re not home. Blah. Blah. Think that Wicked Smart Bone would survive one day with a PON or Picard who either tosses it in the air or hurls it against a wall? Doubtful.

Custom Pet Portrait Phone Case: Cute. $50. Put us on your screensaver: $0.

PokePet Card: Like we dogs would EVER care about this., A metal card. To do what with?

* Dual Layer Bone: It’s a maybe. Chewing is a good sell.

Dog sweaters. Of ANY kind. I rate them minus 15 out of 10. Period.

Dog camera. Blah blah. Trust me . We QUICKLY figure out you are not here. And really – do you NEED to watch us EVERY second?!

Dog bath robe. Says for dogs who used to hate baths. Right. Like wearing attire will make bath time SO much fun…

Advent calendar. Here’s the deal. Buy a bag of treats and every day and tell us it came from a calendar. We won’t know the difference.

* Pet custom stuff: OK. I’m all about artists and I agree and support portraits, etc. It’s original stuff. One of a kind stuff. That’s cool. I totally support it. But here’s a secret – something like a custom pet paw print… Hello? Unless you are into forensics or something, can you REALLY tell your dog’s paw print from another?

Personalized pet dish. Do you REALLY think I won’t eat from a bowl that doesn’t have MY name on it? Do you have YOUR name on your dinner plate? I rest my case.

* The Dog Treat Maker. Looks like a waffle iron with little bones. Clever. If it has to do with food, I’m in.

Pet stocking. Like the personalized bowl – I don’t care. As long as contents are edible.

Cute stuffed unicorn. Would take the Boss 3.6 seconds to rip off that horn. All other plush toys on the list are a waste of money. At least in this house.

* The Wild One Bolt Bite. Has potential. Just by the name alone.

Corner dog bed. Hello? Do you think we can’t or won’t move it from a corner?!

OK I’m getting bored already. Let’s skip around…

PJs for humans and their dog. Anybody who buys us this – we’ll promise to take photos in it. CAN you imagine?

* So as I said, custom art or photography is OK. We support artists wherever they may be…

Little dog stuff. Like the Felt pet cave, or the Cupcake Bed Doghouse or the Tote Carrier. I can’t address these as none of us are tiny.

Lavender Dog Macarons. Yum. $23.99 gone in 4.9 seconds. Great investment.

SmartPetLove Snuggle Puppy Behavioral Toy. Wonder if he works his magic with his head removed…

Scripted Fragrance Dog Breed Candles. No PONs. No Picards. Other dog humans MAY find their breed. Like Labradoodles. Cough.

The sidekick shower system. With a dog-friendly attachment. Seriously? What dog endorsed this one. Marketing. Pure marketing.

A gold nameplate. To put on my collar. “So no one will ever ask your dog’s name again.” As I rip off your fingers while you stick your face in my collar. Just kidding. Sort of.

Shed defender onesie. So you don’t have to vacuum so much. Really? Get a stuffed toy. We can send you plenty without limbs. Or a head.

Pup Mom Crate monthly box for Dog Moms. Unless it contains alcohol, it’s a waste of money. A LOT of alcohol.

So. I’m all about the food and treats and anything that relates to chewing. Now, if any of those products wants to send us one to test, we’ll be very happy to receive them. But the Boss said, said based on this review, I don’t need to hold my breath. Wait. I’ll find another list…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.