A Dog with a Blog

Ganda go for walk then get the pettings!

2007-09-09T08:16:00.000-07:00

This morning Ganda go for walk-hims. Then he get the pettings.

Beer...

2004-11-21T22:39:00.001-08:00

Beer... mmmm... What is this tasty liquid bipeds often refer to as "beer?"
I have to admit beer has a peculiar odor I find quite intriguing. I have been very interested in getting my tongue into one of these cold brown containers for quite some time. Although the oraface at the top of the container is quite small, on this night, I was able to get a taste of the amber nectar of the gods.
The bipeds were sitting on the soft thrones, in front of the moving picture and sound box. One of them got up and went to a different den, leaving their container unguarded, open for me to perform a covert investigation. That's when I made my move.
I lunged at one of the brown containers to get a good sniff. The container felt very cold against my nose. Because of my over-zealousness I knocked the container over. Amber liquid gushed out the small opening; droplets sliding across the coffee table, finally spilling all over the rug. Sudsy golden bubbles permeated the rug. I had made quite a mess. The biped who was still on the cushy throne started laughing, and calling the other biped to return. I realized little time remained for my taste buds to be tantalized... I also needed to clean up my mess to avoid any repercussions to my heinous action. I licked up every single drop of "beer" from the rug. It was good. Very good. The bubbles tickled my nose. I discovered something on this night.
The bipeds have been holding out on me. I must beg for my share, from now on, whenever they produce these brown containers from the cold box.
On an unrelated note, I felt really tipsy that night. I'm not sure what caused it, but on occasion my head would spin, and I would find it hard to walk. I stumbled about, and eventually fell over and decided it wasn't worth the effort. The picture box seemed more interesting than usual. I decided to spend the night staring at it. I fell asleep.
The next morning I was very grumpy. I had a terrible head-ache and moaned and complained whenever the bipeds made any noises.

Dry Wall

2004-10-09T18:05:00.001-07:00

I found a new tasty treat! Dry wall!

YUM!

I made a nice big hole in the kitchen wall.

Something's Missing!

2004-10-01T11:37:00.001-07:00

Something seems to be missing...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

They chopped my nuts off!

KAI! KAI! KAI! KAI!

My Day at the Dog Park

2004-09-21T17:55:00.000-07:00

Today, I went to the dog park. Five minutes after my arrival, I was attacked by a fat ugly golden retriever which I shall refer to as "butt-face" from here on. Butt-face was giving me trouble from the first moment I stepped into the park. I tried to be friendly to him, but he just kept growling at me. He was ready to fight, so I assumed a submissive posture. He took that as a sign of weakness and lunged for me. I yiped in fear and tried to run but butt-face was on me like a hawk. Luckily my biped companions rescued me. Butt-face was punished by his biped and taken away from the park.
After that, more bipeds came along, and started making lots of noise. They seemed to be riding big metal dogs, with round black feet, all around the park. The big metal dogs were eating the grass and shooting it out their rear ends faster than a dog with explosive diarrhea! Anyway, I took that as a hint that I should leave.
All in all, my 10 minute experience at the park was pretty bad. I had many good experiences there, however, and perhaps will describe some of those in the future.

2004-08-03T16:07:00.001-07:00

! S U R P R I S E !

I took a crap in the living room! I held it all day at the park so they could have this special surprise! Yay me! That will show them who's boss! Just wait until they get home and see it! I closed all the windows so they will smell it the second they walk in the door. I also shaped the poo-trail in a "U" ... hopefully they are smart enough to realize it means: "(explitive deleted) You!"

Gandalf Get's a Blog!

2004-08-01T14:41:00.000-07:00

Hey, if every joe schmoe can have their own blog, why can't my dog have one?