Fav Commercials

My tummy has been a little achy and messed up since yesterday afternoon. It goes with the old man terrority I suppose.

So anyway, mom and I took it easy last night, just chillin in the family room watching the tube. We decided to pick our favorite dog commercials of the moment.

Mine is this one from Petco. Cracks me up! Plus I am a HUGE fan of the tennis ball. I have some sweaters, but before you tease me about it, I use them strictly for warmth in the winter and not for fashion! Although I do look quite cute...

My mom's favorite commercial is this one from Petsmart. Figures. She's such as a softie. I hope I never have to endure a little sister or a little brother for that matter. I am not into sharing!

Well that's it for today. Must rest so my tummy gets better. :(

Doggone Crazy Morning

Wow, what a morning. I'm already restin' in my bed. It's just been a tongue wagger!

Since us older peeps tend to get up at the crack of dawn, I generally take my morning stroll between 5:30-6am. Today, the ritual took place at 5:15am and it was still slightly dark out. Normally, it is a peaceful time. My mom and I just wander around without a care or a bother.

But today was differnet.

Right as I stepped out of the front gate, there was Andy. Now, Andy is the most hyper terrier I've ever sniffed. He drives me crazy and always breaks into my peaceful sniffing moments. But I've gotten a bit used to him, so I just stared him down until he moved out of the Cody zone. Take that Andy! Talk to the tail!

Five minutes later, I had to take out the growl and grumble. Two newbies, 2-year-old Shitzus, came bouncing up and all up in my grill. If you know anything about me, I don't like to be pounced on and I don't make friends easily.
At first I tried to remain perfectly still, hoping they would be deceived and think I was a statue. No luck. Smarter than they look. So I took out the fierce growl. Their mom got worried and whisked them away. Losers!

After that I got to see my girlfriend Sasha, she's a gem. My mom says she ain't much of a looker, but I still love her. Hopefully I will get a photo of her soon to put up. I have two women actually, Chardonnay and Sasha. And I have one guy I like to chill with, his name is Merlot. Everyone else is annoying.
And there's Indy, I have to like her since she's my cousin. Here we are
together scoping out the traffic. She's staying with us next week, so stayed tuned for our adventures.

Before I nap away, here's something interesting. I found this Web site for those of you whose parents can't always do the homecookin'. It's fresh, microwable, homecooked food.
http://www.spoiled-pets.net/

I'm intrigued, but my mom won't let me try any as I am apparently old and sensitive. But we'll get some and experiment on Indy. Hehe. Stay tuned for her thoughts!

Oh to be Trouble

I've caused my fair share of trouble over the last 15 years, but I guess without the name itself it doesn't matter.

If only I could be like that darn maltese...

Helmsley left her beloved white Maltese, named Trouble, a $12 million trust fund, according to her will, which was made public Tuesday in surrogate court.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20490933/?GT1=10252

I will sit here and whine a little, but don't worry because as soon as I smell tonight's dinner, turkey burgers, I'm sure I will be fine.

Costly Pup

Yes, I am costly. I'm the first to admit it. I have needs and of course many food-related wants.
And I always have to lay around and listen to stories about how much I spend especially when I go into picky mode. blah blah blah...

While I generally express disinterest in such lectures, I do kind of understand. So for all you not-a-dog parents, here's a good article on how to save some dough with sneaky tricks.
http://www.kansascity.com/238/story/250535.html

I personally can't be fooled by these, but then again I have years of wisdom on my side. Your youngster might fall for them, at least initially. The cheese one really is a good tip. I'm just over it.

I need to take my nap now, but I'll be back with my thoughts on growing old.
And here's a picture from this morning's walk. I found something to lick on...to my mom's dismay! Oh and a little video of my off-the-leash stroll, the puparrazi is always watching.

Bowl Blues

My mom on occassion forgets my not-a-dog status and will get lazy in her kitchen creativity when it comes to my meals. When this happens I'm faced with the same old chicken and peas for breakfast everyday for weeks! But a few days ago, I had to take action. I had had enough.

What's my tactic? I call it waging the hunger strike with the all important sad face. You ain't seen puppy dog eyes done right if you ain't seen mine.

Trust me, this is the best way to go. In the last week, I've gotten chicken fried rice, indian chicken curry, turkey burgers, tuna and my own, made-to-my-liking omelette.

And for dessert? My grandmother bought me dunkers. They are these extraordinary cookies from Trader Joe's (grocery heaven). They have chocloate chips in them but my mom says she will gladly eat out the chocolate for me. Cause you know....us dog-like peeps can't handle the choc.

OK, so my point: get dunkers from Trader Joe's!

Today I Growl At

Well this is obvious but I bark it loud anyway: Michael Vick.

It's Time for My Walk....Online

I've been chewing on the idea of starting my blog now for several months. My mom keeps telling me to do it, but quite honestly, things have been a little rough lately. You see, I am approaching my 16th birthday. I'm in top dog shape overall and a neighbor yesterday said that I "still have a baby face." Yes, I'm cute. But let's face it, I sometimes get the old man blues.

Plus, can I really achieve my fame now? So late in life? I've got the looks, a little bit of the brains and I definitely have the personality, but still, is it possible?

I suppose it's not all about the puparazzi. I guess the blog is more a way of sharing my wisdom from the years and leaving a little bit of the Cody legacy behind. (Anyways, I already do have quite a big fan club in the neighborhood).

I've rocked an off-the-leash life and now it's time to share. So join me for my old man adventures and reflections back...I might even tell the story about my jail time...woof.