Violet's Dog Blog

All Growd Up

2010-02-03T08:28:00.000-08:00

Well I'm all growd up now, being asponsible. No more fun! Playing is for babies. And kitties. And baby kitties. Tasty baby kitties. Now, when I'm at the place where all my friends live, I do big dog asponsible stuff like training. My mean mom says catch is something we "play." She says, Hey, you wanna go play catch? Then I jump up and down, and bonk my head on the glass coffee table and then forget right away because it doesn't hurt! But not cause I agree. She's affused, and that's okay. How could she know how aportant it is? How could she know that catch is training to be a super killer? When she throws the ball, my eyes forget where I am and I fold my ears back so they don't get in the way of all that air going past me as I shoot across the field like... like a bigger, faster, really asponsible ball.

My Crate

2009-07-31T18:12:00.000-07:00

Man I love my crate. So, besides from that, sometimes I pee in it. I'm not sure if my moms are in trouble, or if maybe just I am, but sometimes I pee in my crate and sometimes I don't, and I don't know how to predict it. I think my moms are mad at me. Especially my mean mom.

Swimming

2009-07-22T16:32:00.001-07:00

I heard that my friend Henry maybe broke into a pool and swam in it and Fran was mad. I like Henry. In fact, sometimes after we've been playing really hard I try to make love to him by moving my little hips back and forth like boy dogs. But I don't understand why come he likes to swim. If I was Henry I'd stay out of that water and probably play fetch. I'd play fetch for days and days! And when the ball was just a soggy knot of threads, I'd roll it toward the horizon and wait for the sun to suck it up into its big fiery maw and then sink into the faraway sea.

New York City

2009-07-22T06:54:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm a city dog now. There are lots of stairs! Mostly I stay home with my mean mom. Sometimes I think about all the grass I want to run in, and the squirrels I want to ate. My moms got me a squirrel, and I ate it, but it wasn't the same. No grass, maybe? I can't figure it out. On the bright side, there are mice living in the walls! It makes my hair go funny.

I hope I'll get to go to the place where all my friends live today.

Frog

2008-09-26T19:56:00.000-07:00

Have you ever thrown up something that you don't remember ating? I haven't. Especially not a frog I found in the back yard. It came out whole!

Maine

2008-09-13T15:29:00.000-07:00

Whew! It's been a long time since I had a chance to post, and that's because I've been playing an awful lot. I went to Maine to see my friend Annie, and I spent a lot of time licking her mouth. I don't know why. We ran! And she would pin me to the ground! And sometimes I sat in a trailer that smelled like fish. Hmmm. There's so much going on these days, I feel like I'm growing up too fast. I remember about the old times, when I lived in a pile of clothes. Now I have a leather collar, and it's always do this, do that--so much asponsibilities! Sometimes my mean mom goes "Hhhhhhhh, Hhhhhhhh," and I give her a nibble on the cheek. She's so silly. She has hair on her face.

Skunks

2008-08-27T09:58:00.000-07:00

I tried to ate a skunk yesterday. It wasn't even big. It was the smallest skunk I ever saw. And slow! Man, I can't believe how slow it was. I ran to ate it, but then all of a sudden my nose went blind and my eyes hurt. I ran in circles, but that didn't help. Then my moms gave me a bath on the front porch. Even nice mom. It was confusing, a little, and my nose was blind for a day. The world is smaller when your nose is blind. It's smaller than a skunk.

Kitties

2008-08-18T19:12:00.000-07:00

On the ride home from where my moms brought me to see the grass and some chairs and to sit on a girl's lap tonight, I started to wonder about how many kitties I would ate in my lifetime.

Probably five or six.

Meanness

2008-08-17T12:19:00.000-07:00

I have a nice mom and a mean mom. When they're cooking dinner I like to stand under their feet because it's the best place to lick the floor, and when I'm there, my nice mom usually gives me some food from the counter, and my mean mom chases me over to my bowl by stomping her feet and saying, "Go to your corner!" But also, my mean mom plays monkey with me. That's how I know that "meanness" is a compacated idea.

Question

2008-08-14T08:47:00.001-07:00

What kind of dog is a squirrel?

Inside vs. Outside

2008-08-12T15:46:00.000-07:00

I can't decide which I like better, inside or outside, but one thing is clear: I haven't been to the dog park in a long time. Well, let me see. There are more shoes inside, but there are usually more dogs outside. Also, I've made a discovery that relates to my last post. My moms poop inside. This morning, I was licking my new stitches and I suddenly smelled poop, and so I licked my stitches for maybe another minute and then went to do some avestigations, and I saw Shya sitting on a white chair and I could smell what he was doing. He asked me where my Kong was and then I ran to get it and when I came back he was at his desk. Man I love my Kong. It's where peanut butter comes from. When I get back to the dog park I'm going to run and run!

I'm Sorry I Pooped Inside

2008-08-09T13:37:00.000-07:00

This one's for my mom. Well, I guess I have to be more aspiffic. This one's for Shya. Shya, I'm sorry I pooped inside by the tree. Sometimes when I'm over there by the tree it seems like I'm outside, and I get so excited about pooping that I can't help it and I just have to go. Then I look up afterward and I see that I'm inside after all, and then I run away into the kitchen or something so you won't know it was me. But you always know. Please don't put me in the crate before bedtime. I want to come with you to the movies.

Love, Violet.

Lunchtime

2008-08-07T12:37:00.000-07:00

I think there is a lesson to be learned here, too. Ate squirrels and kitties.

Brenda Sue

2008-08-07T10:03:00.000-07:00

My name used to be Brenda Sue. Sometimes I think about that. I wonder what my next name will be!

Blankets and Playing

2008-08-06T16:13:00.000-07:00

Oh man I love blankets. When I was three months old I found a blanket on the street in Texarkana, and I went under it and turned upside down, then pushed my nose at it because I smelled a dog outside, and then found some treats. I found one french fry, some candy wrappers, and a bug. There usually isn't any french fries in the blankets at my new home, but I still like being in there, because it reminds me of the town I grew up in, and all the playing I did there. I'm sleepy.