Helping Mommy change the sheets!

I’m really not allowed in here!

There’s ironing to do, too!

Let’s get those pillows back on the bed!

Me, when the Boy calls me “Lumpy”

I need a little stretch!

(Notice the pillow by the front door!  It’s so I don’t get my paw caught under it again!!)

Enjoying a yummy pork chop bone!!

I would like to be allowed outside to play with this fellow!!

Have you read “GoD And DoG,” or seen the video on YouTube by Wendy J Francisco?

"I look up and I see God...I look down and see my dog...
Simple spelling G.O.D...Same words backwards D.O.G

He would stay with me all day...I'm the one who walks away...
But both of them just wait for me...and dance at my return with glee!

Both love me no matter what...Divine God and canine mutt...
I take it hard each time I fail...But God forgives, Dog wags his tail!

God thought up and made the dog...Dog reflects a part of God...
I've seen love from both sides now...It's everywhere, Amen! Bow Wow!

I look up and I see God...I look down and see my dog...
And in my human frailty...I can't match their love for me!"

It’s my favorite book…

And explains why I’m here…

To love this family…

The Mom calls me her precious little girl!

She found me in a pet store and fell in love with my face…

She says only God could make a face like mine!

I love my Mommy!!

But more often, they all call me “The Hurricane!”

This is my blog Page!

(Journal Entry #1)

So I can tell you…

How much I really do love them…

It isn’t always easy…

Because this is a crazy household!!

First, I must say that I’m crazy about the Boy…

When he was away at college, and only came home on weekends with his dirty, stinky laundry…

I would first attack him and carry-on like he was away for years…

And then I’d roll around in his clothes on the floor of the laundry room…

Ahhh…the smell of the Boy…

I really, really, really missed him!

He calls me “Lumpy,” when he wakes up in the morning, if I just sit there like a lump, instead of playing…

But, I’m sooooo tired…

Each person in this family sleeps at a different time!

The Dad is an early-riser, he gets up at the crack of dawn…

The Mom likes to sleep late, when she’s not working…

The Boy stays up late playing computer games with his friends, and it sounds like a lot of fun…

So I try to stay awake with him!

Often, the Dad and the Boy’s schedules overlap, the Boy goes to bed late, and shortly thereafter the Dad gets up!

Then, I don’t get any sleep at all!

Thank You God, that on most days, I get a nap time when the Dad goes out to the grocery store, and the Mom is still sleeping…

It’s hard to watch over the three of them…

But I have my special spots around the house where I can position myself to see where they are at all times…

The Dad didn’t want another dog, since he didn’t want his heart broken again…

But he really loves me, now!

They had 3 Siberians before me…2 red and white females, and a male black and white!

The two females lived in NJ with them (they got the first female from the dog pound, and the second female from a breeder friend)…and they brought the male (from the same breeder) with them to FL…

It’s hot here, so I’m their first inside dog!  Ha!

The NJ dogs loved the cold weather, they each had the big dog house Dad built, and a large run, in the backyard…

The Dad put hay inside their house, so each one could cuddle up and keep warm in the winter months!

I don’t like the heat, so I stick my nose out the lanai sliding doors…

And, if it “smells” too hot, I won’t go out!

The Mom ties to coax me out by saying she’ll put the lanai fans on for me…

But really, 95 degrees is too hot for anyone with a fur coat on!

The Boy and the Dad shave me with sheep shears…

That’s how thick my fur is…

The Mom’s allergic to fur…

So I’m not allowed in the bedrooms, or on the couch, but I don’t always listen!

I love jumping on the couch or on a bed…I know they I don’t like it…

But I do it more times than they know!!

I hate, hate, hate car rides…

I whine, whimper, bark, and howl all the way to the vet’s office or the kennel…

They can’t take me anywhere else because of this…

I get all hyper while waiting for the vet, too!

They’ve threatened to call the “Dog Whisperer!”

I think I’d love him…

It’s so bad, the Mom got the vet to prescribe a tranquilizer for me…

She gave me a tab before my next visit, and I just fell right over…

So that was the end of that!  Huh?

I also hate when anyone sneezes…why don’t they announce it when they’re going to sneeze…

It scares me to death…I come running to their side…and they’re fine!

Their NOAH severe weather alarm has a pitch I just can’t tolerate…

So I have to wake everyone up when that thing goes off!!

If it’s thundering,  you can find me hiding under the computer desk in the den on top of the Mom’s feet…

In a space not even big enough for my two front paws!

But, I seem to make it work!

I can learn tricks…I know Sit, Stay, Paw, Shake Hands, High Five…

I understand, Go Find Ball…

Go Get Drink…

I know the sound of “packaging” that can mean a treat, or cheese, or crackers, or anything!!

I KNOW when a jar of peanut butter is being opened!!

I can be taught…

So, I will sit by the front door now while the Mom waters her plants out on the porch…

For a treat…

Instead of bolting out the front door to chase the beautiful white herons on our front lawn…

But, in the past, I got loose and ran around the neighborhood, ’til something caught my attention…

The Mom, Dad, and the Boy had a hard time running to catch up with me…

I’ve done it several times…

I’m not proud of it…

But, I never answer when they call!!

I love, love, love the pool…

I’ll jump right in when Dad seems to be drowning…

I grab his wrist to try to drag him out just like he taught me to do…

The Mom doesn’t seem to like this as much…

But I try to save her, too…even when she yells at me to stop!!

When I’m running around, or jumping on people, and I get real overheated…

I’ll jump right in the pool, if someone lets me out of the house…

They don’t seem to enjoy having a soaking wet, 57 pound bundle of muscle and fur dripping and shaking all over them…

Especially if they were getting ready to go out…

Now, they have to dry me, and I don’t dry fast, and I don’t sit still either!

Then, when I go inside to the air conditioned house, it makes me feel so cool…

That I run from one end of the house to the other upsetting the carpet runners and slamming into the front door!

The Mom hates this!

Once, I got one of my front paws caught under the front door doing this…

Because I pushed it so hard!

I was making those awful, deep, hurt dog sounds…

The Mom was screaming…

The Boy was trying to unlock the door…

And the Dad kept asking why the Mom was screaming and crying…

(So now there’s a big pillow by the front door…just in case…)

See??

Craziness!

There’s also a California King Snake in this house, but…Really!…how much fun can that be???

It can’t do all the fun things I can do…and it’s not cuddly!

But, the Boy seems to think it’s cool…

I don’t understand why they never seem to let me near it!

Yup, Craziness…Like the time:

On New Year’s Eve one year, when I got stung in the lip by a bug or spider…

It swelled up, my face looked as fat as a sumo wrestler’s, and my eyes looked like little slits…

The family had to rush me to the emergency vet, for a Benadryl drip, my throat was closing up…

Another time, I scratched a spot raw on my leg, ’til it became infected…

I had to wear one of those awful Cone things on my head…quite a fashion statement!

I hated it…

The family called me “Cone Head”

They had tried to spare me the embarrassment of the Cone, by putting Dad’s old sweater on me to keep me from biting the bandage…

But, I got it off… so the Cone stayed!

With the Cone on, I fell off the stool in the family room, and got the breath (and sense!)  knocked out of me one night…

The Boy was at youth group, the Mom called him, and he had everyone praying for me…

This family prays a lot for me!!

I get so excited when someone’s at the door…

Delivery men, friends, neighbors, whoever…

I jump on people, and once I tore a kid’s shirt…

I think it was an old shirt, but I’m sorry anyway…

Several years ago, I plowed my 57 pounds into my Mom’s back…

And she had to go for therapy for a long time, I’m sorry about that, too!

And, you should read the Mom’s post about my recent seizure, called “Crisis Averted!”

It was so scary!!

The Boy called me “Seizure Salad!”

But I’m more than 5 and a half years old now, and much more, mature…

I should be listening better now…right???

In all these situations, the family loved me and took care of me…

Be sure to stop by for more of my journal entries…

I’m very blessed that God sent me here!