Barks and kisses....

Is it milk chocolate or dark?

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Bark and hello! Teddy here again, just a single pup alone on the most romantic day of the year: Valentine's Day. Now, in our house we really don't celebrate Valentine's day per se. The whole month of February is really a love fest for my Mama, who has her birthday in two days. (Happy birthday Mama!) But my mama loves us all so much that even though she says she "doesn't do Valentine's Day" and that it's just a "Hallmark holiday", she always does SOMETHING special for me, my sisters, my daddy, and even my old Grammy. A special meal, a special treat, a nice walk. I love all of her ideas because they are all so nice.

I like to consider myself somewhat of an expert on the subject of love, considering the fact that I give out at least a thousand kisses a day. Also, I'm adorable. I think they should consider replacing that scary demon baby with the arrows that they call Cupid with me. I think I inspire much more love that a flying cherub with rosy cheeks. (How do those tiny wings hold up that chubby body? Does he taste like chicken? It's very confusing!) If you have your own special Valentine love pooch, you may be wondering what you can do for him or her this holiday to bring a little cheer in to their life. I have some ideas for you.

1. Eat a romantic dinner for two (or more!)

Not EXACTLY what I mean!

My mother loves to make us dog food, combining veggies and meats with fruits to  balance out the food and make it so delicious. I'm drooling just thinking about it. She might also make us a nice steak. (She did that last year....) Whatever your food preference is tonight, add some candles and some love songs and viola! Romantic dinner. Just make sure your pup stays away from the candles. Your local fire department has enough to do without your doggo's tail knocking over a few tapers.

2. Watch a romantic movie

Might I suggest Lady and the Tramp?

A lot of people don't realize this, but us dogs really enjoy watching TV, especially with our Masters. A 2013 study published in the journal Animal Cognition showed that dogs could identify images of other dogs among pictures of humans and other animals, using their visual sense alone. Like a lot of people, we only half pay attention to what's going on on the screen, but certain images and sounds attract our attention. Like humans, different dogs like different movies and shows. Personally, I enjoy cartoons while my big sister likes the news. We also enjoy licking your salty tears and comforting, so go ahead and have that single lady cry fest you were planning!

3. Have a spa night

This even looks appealing to me!

I HATE baths. But you may be lucky enough to own a dog like my sister Bella, who loves baths. If this is the case, feel free to run some warm water and let the bubbles flow! Make sure to use some great doggie shampoo and give your pups a few spritzes of spray to keep that wet dog smell from invading your romantic night. My mom likes this Lavender & Chamomile Aromatherapy Freshening & Shining Spray by Gerrard Larriett Aromatherapy Pet Care. Not only does it make us smell great, it relaxes us, which helps keep the post-washing zoomies from getting out of control. (Especially with my pit bull sister, whose zoomies can get totally nuts!)

Get your Gerrard Larriett spray HERE!

No matter what your parents' may feel about Valentine's Day, make sure you give them plenty of kisses! They might not buy you a card or a box of chocolates (because you can't eat chocolate anyway!), but your parent loves you so much every day of the year they deserve your kisses. Hopefully you'll get an extra long walk or a strip of bacon. Have a great V-day!

Kisses and wags,

Teddy

I like to brush it, brush it....

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Hi everybody! Teddy here. February is one of my mom's favorite months. Not because of Valentine's Day (she hates it), not because of President's Day (but she does love the President), but because it's her birthday month! Not only is February my Mama's birthday, but it's also National Pet Dental Health Month. And that's what I like to brush.... my teeth! (You didn't think it was my fur did you? HA!)

My Mama is very proud of us because when we go to the vet, she always comments on how great our teeth are. As well they should be because we chew on stuff all The TIME! Apparently chewing on things, like bones, are great for our teeth. How awesome is that? It's one of our favorite activities (one that we can all agree on) and it's actually good for us. Our teeth are always pearly white and plaque free.

See, a lot of humans think that taking care of their pup's teeth is a huge chore. Like giving me a bath. (I HATE BATHS!) It's actually really simple. Easier than brushing a baby's teeth from what I understand when the kids used to come spend the night and my mom used to fight with them about brushing their teeth. And it isn't that expensive. I mean, I really have no concept of money because I'm a dog, but I know my mom and dad are always trying to "save" money.

See my pretty little teeth?

Our number one favorite thing to chew on is bones. Now, I know this might scare a lot of your parents, but hear me out. (Hear meowt.... I kill me!) There are certain kinds of bones that perfectly okay for your doggo to eat. Namely raw bones. Cooked or smoked bones can be brittle and crack, sending splinters in to your dog's intestines and a huge vet bill. No one wants that. Raw bones (appropriately sized for your dog's breed) are actually good for your dog's not just for keeping their teeth clean, but it also restores some the natural minerals that dogs are missing from pet food that we used to get when we were still wild and free. (I'm still wild, but if I get free my Mama gets super mad at me!)

If we can't have a real bone, then we'll happily settle for a dental treat. (really, we're excited just for any treat but the dental ones are kind of tasty!) Our favorite dental treats are Dingo dental sticks. They are so yummy and convenient for my mom to hand us.

Get your doggo some Dingos here!

We're also really in to these little paw shaped treats that none of us know the name of. They came in one of our BarkBoxes one month and Bella, being the brat she is, tore the bag up so Grammy stuck them in a ziplock and stuck them way up high on the shelf, so no one can get to them unless Mama gives them to us. But we love these tiny little treats, especially after a meal. It's like a dinner mint, but for a dog. If you know the name of those, please tell my mom!

One thing that I have always wanted to try is a deer antler. I saw a lot of those on my trip to Georgia for Mama and Daddy's wedding and boy did those look yummy! My mom is a wuss and has always been afraid to give me one. (I think mainly because I might just run with it and run right in to my Grammy and stab her on accident.) But they are supposed to last forever and be so awesome. I can only imagine, just chewing for hours and hours and hours on that hard antler. I'm drooling just thinking of it.

Doesn't this guy look happy? I'm so jealous!

Here are just a few more ways to keep your dog's teeth healthy and pretty!

1. Dental sprays

2. Coconut oil

3. Tooth wipes

4. Water additives

5. Chew toys

Now don't let me get started on chew toys! That's a whole other blog. But I hope that this has helped you think of some ways to help your pooch keep their teeth and gums healthy and happy. Remember: caring for your dog's teeth is just as important as caring for your own and we can't do it ourselves 'cause we don't have thumbs! (Yum,yum,yum! I swear, I crack myself up!) Obviously I'm not saying that you should never take your pet to the vet and have their teeth clean. You absolutely should always check with your vet to make sure your doggie is healthy and happy. Having clean teeth and healthy gums is a vital part to any pet's health. 

Keep your teeth clean and your tail wagging!

Teddy

Eat good in the neighborhood....

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Happy Friday! Teddy here, two days later this week. Apparently my Mama claims she has been "really busy" at work and hasn't had time to update my blog. I think she's full of crap, but it is what it is. I can't complain too much. My Mama is such a good mom. She is always buying us presents and giving us treats. She plays with us and snuggles us and gives us loving when we are sick or hurt. She even goes so far as to make special healthy food for us, which brings me to the point of my post today: food.

Live footage of Coco if she were a boy back in the 80's...

Usually we have a dog cereal that we eat. That's what my mom refers to those kibbles you can buy in a 25 pound buy and feed to your pup with little to no effort, "dog cereal". Our mom found us a reasonably priced, grain-free bag of yumminess that we really enjoy. To be fair, the three of us are little piggies and we pretty much eat anything. Especially Coco.

We call her "Mikey" because she'll eat anything! Literally ANYTHING. My mom left these "very hot peppers" (and they are VERY hot! Even daddy's Mexican friend couldn't eat them and he eats ghost peppers and the like!) mixed in with some leftover cheeseburger macaroni and Coco even ate THAT! (I think she may have pooped for a few days afterwards, but she still ate it right off the stove. That's when Coco got banished from the kitchen if there is food around.)

It was shortly after this incident that my mom realized that maybe we weren't getting enough from our dog cereal. Enough what, I have no idea. She absolutely can't stand canned dog food. It makes her sick to see that gross gel that comes out of cans. Buying a bunch of those meals that are pre-made or buying the dog food from the refrigerated section was just going to be way too costly. So that's when my Mama decided that she would make dog food for us at home!

This is what happens when you mix blueberries in to food by hand!

I love my mom's cooking. Human food or dog food. My mom can cook. What i think is really great about the food that she makes us is that she doesn't make it look yucky. It always looks like something she would put on her plate and eat. mama doesn't make us this food every day. Like I said, we usually get dog cereal. So when we see her stirring ingredients together, we get very excited. Coco even starts to drool. Fresh carrots and peas, blueberries, chicken or beef or turkey. My tummy is growling just thinking of it!

My mom is really in to this thing called "Pinterest". When she first started making our food, she used to just make it on the fly, throwing whatever looked good but wouldn't kill us to eat. Now she has a whole collection of doggie food recipes, which she has included on my personal Pinterest board: Teddy the Terrible Terrier-The Blog. There are a bunch of useful things on my board. You can check out some of her other pins while you're there. Apparently that kind of thing is fun for you humans!

She made me this birthday cake a few years ago!

Overall, I don't mind eating our dog cereal. It tastes pretty great and, as I mentioned earlier, I like to eat. Mama gets us the grain free kind because I think she heard somewhere (probably one of those TV commercials or shows) that the grains in other dog food are not so great for us. Obviously I'm not saying to rush out and buy your pup the super expensive food (unless you can afford it, in which case, by all means do and send me and my sisters some while you're at it!). We eat this $14.99 bag of Beneful. My mom approves of anything by Purina because my Aunt Ashley's daddy has worked for Purina since she can remember and my mom loves and trusts that family so much. (My aunt Ashley, on a side note, is super awesome!)

Beneful Grain Free is good stuff! Buy it Here!

In conclusion, you should definitely watch what your dog eats. Whether making your pup's food from scratch or buying pre-made "cereal", what your dog takes in to their body is extremely important. You should also watch how much they eat too. Here's a helpful guide on how much and how often to feed your doggo from dogbreedinfo.com. Don't forget to check out my Mom's Pinterest for other recipes and helpful hints on how to feed and take care of your dog (and some drink recipes in case you need a drink while dealing with your pet parent duties!). 

Do you have any favorite homemade dog treat or food recipes? Please feel free to share them in the comments or visit us on Pinterest or Facebook and leave a comment! We love to hear from our visitors!

Barks and licks,

Teddy

Little dog, little dog, let me in....

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Hey everyone, it's Teddy here again! I just wanted to bring up a subject very dear to me heart today: home security. Since I was just a wee pup, my Daddy has emphasized the fact that making sure no one breaks in to our home is my number one priority in life. Granted, I've been relegated to the basement's security when Mama and Daddy are gone. (Bella has been promoted to head of security. I don't like it, but I get it. She's a mean, scary pit bull after all!) Home security is still my number one priority however. Every morning, the first thing I do when I go outside to do my business is a perimeter check to make sure there are no unwanted beasts in our yard. I usually scare the crud out of a couple of squirrels and some birds, if I'm lucky a cat, but I have been very lucky in my life to have never had to chase a mean person from my yard.

On basement security duty, protecting everyone from the trash I ripped open.

I have probably saved my family hundreds of times throughout the years, from the UPS guy to the neighbors that walk their hideous mutts around our neighborhood, peeing on all my good pee spots. Never did I make my Daddy more proud than the time I stopped the guy who was peeking in our living room window at 3:30 in the morning.

He was a creeper, I could definitely tell from the sneaky way that he opened our front gate. Bella was sleeping in Mama and daddy's room that night and I was on patrol in the front window, laying in my favorite spot on the back of the couch. I like that spot because I can see from the north end of our block to over halfway down the south side. This guy was wearing a hoodie and I've never trusted anyone in a hoodie that wasn't my dad. I growled as he walked up our sidewalk and did his sneaky opening of the gate. But when he walked up our stairs and started peeking in the window- RIGHT BY MY FACE!- I started barking like crazy. Coco always runs back up for me and she climbed on to the couch beside me and started barking her head off too. Now my bark is pretty mighty. I definitely rank it above Bella's yippee bark. But Coco is just loud and scary when she barks. (I assume this is because she is just a massive beast. I've noticed that, generally speaking, the bigger a dog is the deeper their bark is.) All you heard is "Woof! Woof!" over and over in a thunderous boom and all you see is bright white, shiny, LONG teeth. 

Between the two of us, we managed to get Daddy out of bed. He actually went out to confront the dude and Mama showed up right behind him, clutching Daddy's pistol in her hands. My daddy does NOT take too kindly on getting woke up in the middle of the night by strangers clamoring up our porch. Mama came over to the couch and peeked through the blinds to see what was going on with Daddy. He seemed to be talking to the man in some way. Eventually Daddy came back in and the man left. Daddy gave me and Coco both pettings and kisses and we were all back to sleep.

From what I heard Mama and daddy say, the stranger was drunk and trying to find someone's house. This is no excuse to stumble up to my house in the middle of the night. I will bark at you. And if you try coming in my door, I will bite you. I might only be able to reach your ankle, calf, or (if you are lucky enough to still have them) your balls, but I will bite you. And if I get started then Coco and her huge self will come to my rescue and SHE will probably tear your throat out. And God forbid Bella be around because she maybe look sweet and snugly, but she is mean as a rattlesnake, especially if you threaten our parents. Mama lovingly calls this the "Hound Defense", as in "Release the Hounds".

NOT a picture of my Mama!

In conclusion, as a dog, I've learned that most people are scared of dogs. Even dog people can be afraid of a dog that is not their own. Especially a big dog. They underestimate us tiny dogs way too much! So my recommendation is that you run out to your nearest shelter today and adopt your own home security system. There are thousands of doggos sitting in shelters, just waiting to bite an intruder for you. I personally recommend PAWS Chicago, a shelter that my Granddaddy always supported and that my Mama continues to support. if you're back in Mama's home state of Georgia, check out Angels Among Us. My aunt Ashley has worked with them for years and has fostered many a fur baby through this organization.

If you are just not in a position to adopt right now (maybe you live in an apartment that doesn't allow dogs or you are getting ready to deploy to Iran), I recommend this awesome doggie bark doorbell. 

Rex Plus Dog Bark Doorbell- make them THINK you have the devil in your house!

And if you're more in the mood for standard, boring, everyday human security, our next door neighbor has this security system up around his place. (And two Beagles and a Shiz Tzu that may be related to me distantly.)

Zmodo Wireless Security Camera System (4 pack) Smart HD Outdoor WiFi IP Cameras with Night Vision

No matter what you do, make sure that you stay safe and secure in your home! The world is so mean out there these days that you need your home to be more secure than ever before. Make sure that you take care of your loved ones and treasure and protect them because you never know what each day will bring you. Home security is about more than protecting a house. It about protecting a home.

Barks and wags,

Teddy

New Year, New... No. Nothing's new....

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Hey everyone! Teddy's back! Can you believe it's 2018 already? Sheesh! My mom certainly has been slacking on updating my blog, but no fears! I'm on top of her this New Year! (Literally. I was all up in her face, trying to lick her nose.) Every year, without fail, my Mama has all those hopes and dreams and goals in her head that she projects on to us. "I'm going to clean more!", "I'm going to blog more!", or my least favorite when it is negative balls outside, "No more peeing on the floor this year!" (Come on Mom! If I pee outside, my wiener is going to freeze to the ground!) My favorite, though, is when Mama promises to exercise more.

As a dog of a certain size, I am probably the least chill of all the dogs in my house. Coco is super lazy. She does nothing but lay around all day, always wanting someone to pet her and tell her how "pretty" she is. Yuck. I try to get her to play with me, but that usually only lasts about thirty seconds until she's done. Bella, the other icky girl dog, is NO fun to play with. She's always trying to murder me and much prefers to be alone, usually hogging Daddy. Girls are just boring. Except my Mama.

Mama does these funny stretches. She calls it yoga, I call it stretching, but tomayto tomahto right? She says this is exercising. I think she's nuts. Where's the fun in that? That's what you do to wake up after a nap. I want to run, to jump, and, most importantly to me, to bark and growl! So I go and find an empty soda or water bottle. I give the bottle to her, she throws it, I bring it back. This is a fun game to play and it's great exercise for both my body and my brain because she loves to throw the bottle in to places where I have to think about how I'm going to get it.

Bottle is a great game and my Mama loves it because it's free (mostly). We use the empty soda and water bottles that Daddy and Grammy leave around. To be really safe and to make sure that I don't cut my mouth, Mama uses old socks to cover the bottles and viola! Instant toy!

My sister and me playing with a sock toy!

Winter time has hit the Chicago-land area full force this new year and it's more important than any of the other five years of my life that my Mama find creative games and exercises for us dogs to do. I mean, Coco don't care so much, but Bella gets the Zoomies (for a great video showing you what the Pittie Zoomies are, check this clip from The Dodo out below my blog!) and I get really barky and annoying (even to myself!). We all have tendency to want to eat more and to want to fight more because we need more exercise. But when the temperature is -11 outside, you can't really stay outside to play or even go for a walk. You run out, do your business, and run back in before your wiener sticks to the ground because your mom won't let you pee on her hardwood floor. 

So how can you help keep your dogs well-exercised this winter? Here are a few ideas to keep your four-legged babies healthy and happy this year!

1. Treadmill- Now, if you are lucky enough to own one of these bad boys (and more so have a place to use it!), then you should definitely let Fido take his own walks this winter. Walking is by far the best exercise a dog can get and you might as well use that clunker for something besides holding your clothes!

2. Stairs- Some homes are blessed (or cursed in my Grammy's opinion) to have stairs in them. A great game to play: throw a ball up the stairs and have Fido fetch it back down! Great exercise for your doggo, not such exercise for you.

3. Hide and Seek- This works great if you have a big house and/or more than one person playing. Just tell your dog to stay while you hide, then call him to come find you! More people = more hiding spots = more exercise!

4. Tug of War- Another favorite use of old socks. My mom ties a knot in the end and I go to town trying to rip it away from her. I'm so strong you can even pick me up with my teeth when I grab on to a sock. (Not to brag or anything. Haha.)

5. Laser Pointer- This was an old favorite of my sister cat, Furrball's. This little red dot can have me running in circles for a long time, but because lasers can be addictive and a bit dangerous, Mama only allows us to play with them for a few minutes at a time.

6. Puzzles- Now, something my big sister is good at and does love is a good food puzzle! Anything involving food or treats automatically has Coco's attention. You can use a Kong (freezing it helps make the food harder to get out and thus more tiring for your pup) or you can get one of these nifty puzzle bowls like this.

Get your puzzle bowls here!

7. Chew toys/bones- This brings us back around to Bottle. One of my sisters' and my favorite things to do is take the top off of a bottle. So when Mama throws us our sock covered bottles, she makes sure those lids are on good and tight. We spend hours entertained by bottles. Also bones. We're a chatty bunch, naturally, so anything that keeps our mouths busy makes our Mama, daddy, and Grammy all very happy!

I hope this has helped you learn a little something about how us dogs look at exercise today. Bottom line is, we not only love to exercise, we need it. It's just the healthy thing. But when it's so cold outside that politicians put their hands in their own pockets (learned that one from Facebook), you might want to take your exercise indoors. Hopefully these suggestions help you and your best friend on your way to a healthy start to the New Year. Get creative! Let us know how you and your pets exercise during bad weather or when you just can't make it out to play!

Barks and kisses,

Teddy

P.S. Here's that link to The dodo's video on Pittie zoomies I told you about earlier!

 https://www.facebook.com/thedodosite/videos/1283692781765394/

Ride or Die...

This is as close to a car as I want to come.

According to my crazy mother, I should enjoy car rides. And to a degree I do. I like seeing all the stuff that's outside my little neighborhood. There are so many people. There are so many trees and so many flowers. There are so many cats and squirrels. But to a larger degree, I HATE IT!

Riding in the car makes me want to scream. (And I often do scream.) Why does my mother have to listen to that stuff she calls music? I hear no whistling. It's not music to me.  How come people in other cars pretend they can't hear me when I try to talk to them? It's so rude. I'm just trying to give them a friendly hello bark. Except those nutty people walking around on the sidewalks with their hoods up. I don't trust anyone with a hood on their head. I simply have to take my anger out on them! And what's up with windows anyway? My mom only rolls it down far enough for me to get fresh air. Woman, I wanna jump out! Everything passes by too quickly. I want to walk around and take my time sniffing everything, peeing on everything. It's a man's job to mark his territory. Cars don't allow you to do that.

My silly sister loves to go on car rides. That means she's been on all sorts of cool trips with Mama and Daddy. She's been to Michigan, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, Ohio, Indiana, and everywhere in between. She just lays around the house, so I guess it's no different to lay around in the car. She hangs her head out the window, but never tries to jump out. She's such a bummer sometimes. I would hate to be stuck in the car for so long. I love to run too much.

Apparently, my mom really wants me to go on car rides with her. I know this because I heard her telling my Grammy about these leashes that lock in to your seatbelts. I guess she found them at this place called Pep Boys and wanted to buy me one. Sounds like doggy torture to me.  Then I couldn't even run from the front to the back of the car and back again. She showed me a picture of my friend Bella in her car seat. I mean, that's alright. At least a short guy like me could see out the window without stretching, but still.... I WANT TO PEE ON EVERYTHING! No matter to me that my mom keeps treats, a water bowl, a bottle of water, and a bag of food in the car at all times. I have those in my house and my Grammy will give them to me if my mama won't.

I just prefer to walk I guess.

Does anyone else really freak out in the car? Or am I the only dog in the world that does this? I'm honestly curious. Please let me know.

Barks and Licks,
Teddy

P.S. Besides, she's always taking me to the vet or the groomer in the car. NOT associated with great memories after you've been neutered.

Lives to Live... (By Guest Blogger Matt Partain from S.T.A.R, House for Men)

Matt and Gizmo Partain

How many lives can most people say they have lived?

I have had the unique and scary opportunity to have lived at least four in my 33 years.  My first began in 1982, when the world was blessed with another screaming, wrinkled thing resembling a miniature 80 year old man.  I always found it funny how I came into this world looking that way, and, if I live long enough, I will probably look the exact same, only longer.  Anyway, I came into this world 33 years ago and had a mostly innocent life for the first 14 years.  The summer after my 14th year, I began my second life.  That was the life of changing the way I felt and viewed the world.  That was the first time I put something into my body that helped me cope with my emotions and numbed all factors in my life.  That second life had it’s ups and downs.  It was not all bad.  There is one thing I will admit freely.  I absolutely LOVE getting high.  I love the way I felt, the fun I had, whether actual or perceived.  The relationships I built around that life seemed so genuine and deep.  Any drug addict who doesn’t admit that is lying to themselves and to you.  Why else would we have done it over and over again? Why else would we risk repeating craptastic consequences, just to chase that feeling down at least one more time?  Why else would we risk everything and everyone we ever cared about? That is a powerful thing indeed.  

That second life of mine lasted until I was 29 years old.  Over half of my life at that time had been spent chasing that rush and feeling of nirvana that only drugs and alcohol could provide.  Like an extended orgasm you just want to keep going.  Then I found myself in jail once again.  I had been there before, but this was different.  I was tired of that life.  It had moved from pleasure to work.  And it wasn’t a job I loved.  Every waking moment was spent searching and chasing. I was given the choice of prison or rehab.  I made a decision right then. I was done.  This was the birth of my 3rd life.  I was going to go to rehab 2 hours away, and I wasn’t coming back.  And that’s exactly what I did.  Because of that personal decision, rehab was easy.  I learned the tools I needed to get through rough times.  I built a network of like-minded people and called on them every time I needed to.  I was given an opportunity to further my recovery and begin a career working with another rehab in town.  After a lifetime of my friends and acquaintances coming to me for help or to talk, I began to actually get paid to be a counselor.  

Six months after I graduated rehab, the month I started full-time working at the rehab, I became a single parent for the first time.  My child weighed about a pound and had brown hair and eyes the color of coal.  He was a Peekapoo and I named him Gizmo.  To say he was a blessing would be an understatement.  He brought back that joy, those insanely strong positive emotions, that previously were only felt during the years with drugs coursing through my body.  He was the happiest and sweetest puppy.  He filled the hole of not having a romantic relationship. I didn’t need one.  He was my new prescription and I was addicted again.  

Over the course of the next 2 years, our bond strengthened even further.  I had never had anything that 100% of the time chose me over anything else.  He literally screamed when I had to leave.  It was heartbreaking and joyous at the same time.  I enrolled him in daycare for when I was at work.  He remained as happy as any dog I have ever seen.  

About a month ago, we began another life, my 4th.  One morning, Gizmo couldn’t stand on his back legs.  When I picked him up, his bowels let loose.  I panicked and took him to the daycare, whose workers have become amazing friends.  They took him to the vet for me, as I simply did not have the money.  I work full-time, but I am far from rich.  I pay my car note and insurance.  I have rent and utilities and cell phone bills.  My car must be insured and I have a student loan to pay off.  I can’t afford insurance for myself, even after being told I have no choice from the government, much less for my dog!  So, my friends at the daycare helped me and took Gizmo to the vet. 

 He had slipped 2 disks in his lower spine.  My options are limited, as my finances deem what options are even possible.  My finances have said the only course of action is to wait and hope and pray he heals over time.  He has improved some since his injury occurred.  For a while, he couldn’t even sit up.  He would just fall over, as would my hopes for recovery.  However, after a few weeks, he began to gain strength in his front half.  He is as good now as he has been since this all began.  He still can’t move his back legs.  He still can’t control his bathroom uses.  I have to use a wrap and maxi pad over him to absorb the urine.  He has begun to get extremely good at pulling himself along.  He literally uses his front paws to drag himself wherever I am.  This creates problems of it’s own.  His little doggy boner will get pulled out and stuck.  It swells.  This causes me to have to get into extreme parent mode and put it back in.  He gets rashes on his belly from the friction.  The resistance pulls the wrap right off of him, leaving a little snail trail of urine wherever he has been.  His mood has improved, but his physical condition has not.

  I set up a Go Fund Me account to try and raise funds.  These funds will be used to help purchase supplies for Gizmo and for other dogs who have owners that can’t afford treatment for them.  I am looking into getting a wheelchair type thing for Gizmo.  I want to help him and other animal parents who have unresolved issues due to finances.  Anyone can donate, with the assurances that the funds will be put to amazing use for the creatures who help us get through the day.  My little creature helped me begin a new life.  Without him, I can’t say how far I would’ve come after rehab.  Many other parents are in similar boats.  Thank you for taking the time to read this story.  Here’s to starting another life….one for me and Gizmo AND one for any other animals who are helped with this account.  Our account is gofundme.com/helpsavegizmo

-Matt Partain

Matt.partain@gmail.com

Dog of the House

I think it's been a long, long time since I wrote a blog.

But, then, I'm a dog and I can't tell time.

Hi everybody! Teddy here, back again after a lot of technical difficulty.

I've grown up a lot since last we talked. I celebrated my dog mitzvah last year when I turned two. And I got my nuts chopped off. Now I am a man. And I often display this. You see, my Dad works out of town quite a bit. He builds these things kids get to go to and eat pizza and wack moles and dance on big TVs. (Wish he'd build me a dog version of that!) And when Dad's away, I'M the man of the house and I have no problem letting everyone in my household know it!

I like to warn everyone when strangers are nearby. And nearby, to me, starts at one end of our block and goes clear to the other end. I learned from my old cat (may she rest in peace) that if you sit in our front window you can see EVERYTHING from one end to the other. This is a great watchtower. As soon as I see a pair of shoes turn the corner, I can bark to warn my family. I usually start with a warning growl. But the closer people get, the more I bark. But my Mama and my Grammy just yell at me to be quiet. It's so disrespectful. They would never talk to my Dad like that.

I see squirrels in our trees as an immediate threat. My Dad and Granddaddy also see squirrels this way. They grab the BB gun and fire. I can't, since I have no thumbs and the thing is way longer than I am. So I scare the squirrels away with my ferocious bark and the threat of my extremely healthy white teeth. My teeth are weapons of mass destruction. I make sure to sharpen them on plastic bottles, wood, whatever I can get my mouth around. And if I could ever just get my teeth on one of these squirrels, it would be over. Unfortunately my Mama got smart and realized I was escaping the yard too easily, so now I'm on a lead outside. This really hinders my squirrel game.

I also get easily agitated by cats. Now, I grew up with my old sister cat Furrball. In fact, my Dad says I'm more cat than dog. I take offense to that. Doesn't he see how much I hate cats? With their freedom to roam around and their free cans of tuna. Cats disgust me. At the same time, they fascinate me. I always had so much fun beating up and chasing after Furrball. I think another cat might be fun too. So I take my frustration out by barking and barking up a storm. My Mama actually thought I was hurt one day I was screaming so loud. She gave me a thorough talking to and I've calmed down some since then.

At any rate, I like to see myself as the man of the house when my Pops is out. The girl people just don't understand. And I've come to accept that. I just kind of let my Mama and Grammy think they are in charge. But we all know the truth. I'm a 23 pound dog who can protect the house better than that slobbering mess of a Lab my sister is. And she's five times my size. I think it's kind of funny.

I hope that all my readers have been doing well and I'm super excited for to check out what's going to go on this year with my blog. Look for a special guest blog from my uncle Matt this Friday. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!

Barks and Licks,
Teddy

Shiver me Timbers!

It's getting cold out here!

     Hey it's Teddy again!

     It is sooooooooo cold out today. The Weather Channel says that it is 21 but it FEELS like 10! And it's day light outside! How cold will it be tonight? Brrrrrrrr!

     Don't get me wrong. I LOVE playing in the snow. It is a ton of fun. But when my little paws are cold, I get to scratching at the door to come inside! There's nothing better than snuggling up with my humans and taking a long winter's nap. 

     Winter can be a dangerous time for animals. We will do anything to keep warm and there are little dangers that our humans should be aware of. But with just a little knowledge, humans can keep us fur babies perfectly happy and safe all season long.

     For instance, cats love to curl up in car engines. It's super toasty there and the body of the vehicle blocks the wind. We have a tuxedo kitty living in our winter habitat, so my humans make sure they tap on the car before they start it up just to make sure we don't have an visitors. There are a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood and old family pets that renters left behind, so my Mama does what she can to keep these kitties comfy in the cold. You click here to read more about caring for feral or stray cats in the winter.

     Another example is when I get salt all over my paws after a walk. It might not seem like a big deal but licking the salt off one's paws can actually give you a really bad stomach ache. Ice and ice melts can also cause the pads of our feet to crack and chafe. A simple solution is to just wipe your pets feet off when you come in the front door. Nothing extravagant, just a damp wash cloth to give our paws a quick wiping.

      Also,  if you light a fire or a space heater to keep your house warm, remember that pets love warmth. Keep an eye out for your pet and make sure that they are not to close to your fire or heater. A spark from a flame could catch your pet's fur on fire or a pad touching a heated surface could burn. Also, we tend to get excited and knock things over on accident. And no one wants their home accidentally burned down! (And especially not in the cold!)

      On that same note, make sure that you have carbon monoxide detector. Pets are even more susceptible to carbon monoxide than their owners because we tend to spend even more time in the house than you guys do. 

See?

      A lot of winter pet care is just using your common sense. Bigger breeds can stay out longer. Of course a Husky is going to like the snow more than a Chihuahua. Duh. One is from Russia, the other Mexico. Little dogs like me and cats have to wade through the snow and it's just not that fun after a while. Bigger dogs can plow through and keep going. The more fur we have, the warmer we stay. And if you have a small dog with little fur, please feel free to stick one of those stupid sweaters on them. My Mama makes me wear them. 

     If you keep a bowl of water outside for your pet, make sure it's not frozen. Frozen water is just silly. You can't drink it. And pets really need to stay hydrated when the humidity is down outside. Fresh water is always a good answer!

      Keep an eye on your pet for frostbite and hypothermia in the winter. Frostbite is particularly tricky because it's when all the blood rushes away from your tail and your paws and your ears. The tissue damage might not show right away. Hypothermia is easier to notice because you can see changes in your pet right away. Petsitter has a great article on treatment for frostbite and hypothermia.

      Winter can be a blast as long as the right precautions are taken. I know that I'm looking forward to building a snowman and getting in to snow ball fights. I'm also looking forward to the heat vent near my Mama's bed and extra food for winter weight. Make sure to stay warm this winter. And keep your fur friends warm and safe too! Bark!

   

Gobble Tov!

    Happy Thanksgivukkah! And Happy Thanksgiving too! Teddy reporting in.
    I think I have said it before but I will say it again. I LOVE Thanksgiving. It is definitely a holiday designed for doggies like me. Food everywhere. Mama spills something, she calls us in. Grammy has extra, she calls us over. Granddaddy has samples, he feeds them to us. I think I've already gained 10 pounds.
    Unfortunately, there are some things that we can't eat. And a lot of my friends have been reminding me to remind everyone that there are some foods that just aren't safe for us dogs to eat. Luckily, I've broken it down for you.
    #1. Turkey Skin. It looks delicious. It can be very dangerous and lead to pancreatitis, which is very bad.
    #2. Alcohol. Sure the video will get you a bunch of YouTube hits and Facebook likes, but is it worth giving your fur friends seizures, liver damage, or even death?
    #3. Mushrooms. Delicious fungus to you. Deathly poison to us dogs. It can lead to vomiting or even a coma.
    #4. Onions and Garlic. These two foods found in dressing can lead to anemia in a doggie and my Mama just had a fur friend pass away from that.  Definite no-nos.
    #5. Nutmeg. A tricky spice found on sweet potatoes and pumpkin, which are both good for dogs. Nutmeg can lead to tremors and problems with a dog's central nervous system.
   #6. Raw batter and Dough. We dogs can get salmonella too, you know. Plus it can puff up in our bellies and make us very sick indeed.
    #7. Nuts. Macadamia nuts and walnuts in particular contain toxins. Within 12 hours, you dog could be vomiting, not able to stand, and could even die.
    #8. Sage. It has an essential oil that upsets a dog's belly. Best to keep it away from us!
    #9. Cooked Bones. I know that we all loves bones. They taste good and are crunchy. But they can splinter in our digestive tracts and cause us much pain and cost you much money.
    #10. Chocolate. Need I say more?
   Now, that said, OF COURSE you want your best friend to join in your Thanksgiving feast. My Mama would never celebrate without me. Here's what's on my menu for tomorrow.
     #1. Mashed and Sweet Potatoes. They're delicious and we love them.
     #2. Green Beans. And the humans aren't even eating those!
     #3. Pumpkin. Not pie. Just pumpkin. Yum!
     #4. Cranberry Sauce. Not with nuts or anything, just plain old cranberry sauce, the way I like it!
     #5. Carrots. One of my faves!
     Enjoy your holiday with your whole family, pets included. If you feed your cat turkey, make sure you have de-boned it completely. I know cats love turkey. I am going to be eating the green beans the most. Those are a huge treat for me.
     Gotta go now! Mama's calling me to go out and there's still snow on the ground! Barks and Happy Thanksgiving! Happy Hanukkah!

Even the Pilgrims and Indians could get along for one day!

Rainy day blues....

   It's raining today.
   I have a love/ hate relationship with the rain. I hate to get wet. (Just ask my groomer!) But I LOVE to be muddy. Playing in the mud is so much fun. I love the way it squishes between my paws and fills up my nose when I root around in it. I roll around in mud. It is just the most fun stuff in the world.
   My sister ruins this for me because she HATES the mud. But she loves the rain. She loves to get wet. Grammy got us a pool for next summer and my crazy sister knocked it down last night, just it would fill up with rain that she could jump in and play around in. She splashes like a duck and makes a ton of noise. That means our Mama then gets on to us and makes us come back in to the house.
   Ruin-er.
   With it raining out, that means we get stuck inside for more time than usual. Most days we go outside every  two to three hours, just depending on what's going on that day. I love to be outside. Sometimes i don't want to come in but my Mama gets mad and makes me. She used to let me run around outside for hours, but then I started running away and now someone has to stay outside with me at all times because Mama says I'm "untrustworthy". Whatever that means.
   So we get stuck inside and I get incredibly bored. I love to play. Coco, my sister, does not. She would rather just lay down beside Mama as she works and watch TV. She's been watching this show called "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" on Netflix and I have to say, that show just makes me want to play more. I mean, c'mon! They're fighting! I like fighting. I loved to jump and roll around and bite and kick. That's all good stuff. So I bite Coco and hope she gets mad enough to play with me. Sometimes this works.
   Other times, I try to bring her a peace offering. Like the leg of my old toy, Griselda. I try to get her to play tug of war with me. Sometimes she does. I think she thinks that since she has about seventy pounds on me that she is much stronger than I am. I think not. I can lock my jaws tight and hold right on to my toy. Eventually though she gets bored and let's me win so she can go back to watching TV.
   I don't think her first family played very much.
   The best way to get her to play is to get Mama to play. This is not hard. I just bring a toy to her and she'll throw it. Or play tug of war. Or lift me waaaaay up in the air as I hold on to my toy and spin me in circles. Coco immediately begins to play with me then and that's exactly what I wanted. She can't stand it when people pay attention to me. She's kind of a drama queen.
   Another thing that I like to do on rainy days is aggravate my Grammy. She usually feels down when it is rainy out. Opression, I think it's called. So I try to impress her by getting her to play with me. I whine at her door until she opens it to yell at me and then I sneak in. Usually she has a toy for me in her room, but if there is no toy, I just pick up the nearest Kleenex. Grammy yells at me and then tries to take the Kleenex and has to chase me all over the room to get it. She pretends to be mad, but then she calls me a "silly little tramp" and scratches behind my ears. Then we take a nap together. That makes us both happy.
   Rainy days are stinky, but they can be fun too. Remember that your furry friend probably doesn't mean to be more mischievous, they're probably just bored, like me. Playing with them will help. I'm hoping that I can find my mini tennis balls today. Wish me luck! Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny!

Rooting around in the mud is fun! Mud is a great place to hide treasures!

I have fun aggravating my Grammy!

Halloween...

Coco and I share a pumpkin straight from the garden. Mama was not happy when she found this.

 Halloween is my mama's most favorite holiday of all.

 I don't want to tell her, but I can't stand it. It's super creepy. I remember last year. The doorbell rang for hours. I wasn't allowed outside after dark. These creepy, small creatures walked by all night long and the later it got, the louder everything got. Honestly, I thought it was a horrible night. I went and curled up in bed with my Grammy. It was warm and quiet there.

  From what I understand, Halloween is a great time for humans. They get to go to parties and dance and eat candy. But most people don't understand how spooky Halloween really is for their pets. We don't like strangers knocking on our doors. We don't like loud noises. And we can't eat chocolate. Where's the fun it for a dog?

   I much prefer Thanksgiving, where I get to eat a ton of stuff.

   I have a few tips I'd like to share with my human friends to help them help their pets have a Happy and Safe Halloween.
  #1. Keep your pets inside after dark.
   Like I said earlier, Halloween is creepy. And a lot of creeps come out on this night. These creeps like to steal animals. Or scare them. Or abuse them. So the best thing to do is keep your fur baby in your house, preferably somewhere quiet. Now, I know that I'm going to have to go pee at some point during the night and I'm sure your dog will too. But please make sure that you take your best friend out on a leash and away from strangers.
  #2. Use a safe and comfortable costume for your pet.
  If you're like my Mama, she insists on dressing us up in these ridiculous outfits. But at least she makes sure that it's not too tight and that I can't choke in it. And when I get too tired and irritated by being dressed up, she takes that stuff off of me. So please remember, we already have a big furry outfit on. It's called our coat. And we really don't like human clothes. Please keep it simple.
  #3. Make sure all the candy and wrappers and treats are kept out our reach.
  We love to chew and eat and play with everything. The things are considered treats for children could kill a fur child. Chocolate is delicious but dangerous and candy wrappers can choke us. If you really want to treat us, here is a link to some delicious peanut butter and pumpkin treats you can make! Peanut Butter and Pumpkin Treats
  #4. Watch out for your Jack O Lanterns.
  Especially around those sneaky, slinky cats. If you have a candle in your pumpkin, they could knock it over and catch the whole house on fire. or stick a paw or a tail in and get burned. You know how curious cats are..... and speaking of cats....
  #5. Keep a close eye on your black cats.
  Dogs too but people who are really mean and sadistic (I heard my Daddy say that word) like to harm black pets on Halloween in rituals or just out of pure meanness. White cats are vulnerable too. And white dogs. Really all animals. If you open your door for a trick or treater, make sure your pet doesn't dart out. And make sure they have the proper identification on them, just in case something happens.
  #6. ENJOY YOURSELF!
  Halloween can be very scary, but it can also be very fun. Make your pet some treats, walk them around the neighborhood in their costume while it's still daylight, take lots of pics, and snuggle down and watch "Hocus Pocus" at night. I know that's what me and my family plan to do! Hope you all have a very safe and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

Me, My Grammy, and My cousins, Halloween 2012

To Play is the Thing!

Can I take your order please?

I think that all humans should consider living with a dog. It makes life a lot more fun. My humans are a lot of fun to play with. I love to jump on my Grammy's door. It makes a loud pop and that makes her jump off her bed every time. So funny!

My Mama is the most fun to play with because she has the most time to play with us. Our favorite game is called "Sock". She takes Daddy's old socks (the holes with the holes from his talons) and ties a knot in them so that we know which socks are ours. I like to pick these socks up and jump on her lap and then stare at her until she takes the hint.

Most of the time she fusses, "I don't wanna play sock!" Well, everybody knows that that's just silliness. Mama loves to play sock too. Eventually she throws it away from her, after I pick it up and drop it on her laptop a time or two.  Coco and I run as fast we can to see who gets the sock first. It's usually me. Coco is good at running long distances, but I'm a great sprinter.

I grab the sock, snarl at Coco in superiority, then bring the sock back to Mama. Sometimes Coco takes one end of the sock and we play tug of war. That's my favorite! Coco is super-strong, but my jaws lock down tight.

Playing is the absolute most fun thing in the world to do. Next to eat. And also bark. But playing is definitely the tops. We also like to play ball or chase apples that fall from trees. We have a pretty big yard, so there is always something to sniff or dig at. My Mama tells me I'm a lucky boy for having suck a big yard. She says some dogs got no yards at all. And that makes me sad.

Coco and I always have so much fun playing that I can't imagine not playing.

My Mama used to work with a group called second Chance Animal Rescue. Unfortunately, it closed down before I was even born, but my Mama tells us all about the dogs she used to work with their. They were Pit Bulls and Rotts and Chows. She says these doggies are considered "Bully Breeds". The only Bully I know is a big, drooling chocolate Lab named Coco.

Mama says that a lot of people were scared of these dogs. But she says that these dogs were even more scared of people because people used to make these dogs fight each other. I thought to myself, Well, Coco and I fight all the time. But then I found out that people made these people really fighting each other, like until someone was hurt or dying. And to top it off, THEY DID IT FOR MONEY! And THEN they didn't even get the doggies a vet or even any treats. They just left them to die!

When my Mama worked with these dogs, she took them outside to play every day. And sometimes these dogs fought each other. that's what they were trained to do. But most of the time, these "Bullies" were so happy to be out of that life, so happy to be well-cared for, that they just rolled in the grass. Laid in the sunshine. Were just grateful for their freedom.

I am grateful for my freedom as well. Glad that I have a big yard and my sister and humans to play with. I hope that one day all dogs know the happiness I feel.

I hope that they get the chance to just play.

THESE are the "Squirrels of Our Lives"

What a jerk!

Squirrels are jerks! Most people don't think that there are so many squirrels in the city, but ask a dog. they'll tell you. They're everywhere! All I need to do is lift my doggie nose in the air and I can smell them.
We 'specially have a squirrel problem at our house. Granddaddy has a big garden with a grape vine and three big fruit trees. The squirrels love our fruit trees and that makes me and my sister, Coco, very mad! Because we love the fruit from the trees too. The apples make perfect balls for catch and the pears are like tiny footballs. We even throw them back and forth to each other. It's fun!
This morning, I did my fence patrol, just as I always do. Lo and behold, I saw half an apple just sitting on the top of the fence. I sniffed the air. I could still smell the squirrel, but where was he?
Looking around, I couldn't find the squirrel in any of the trees or on any of the fencing. Coco was sniffing out the underbrush around the fence. I took a moment to chase my tail, couldn't catch it, so I stared at my Mama for a minute.
All of the sudden, the wind kicked up from the not-compost-bin direction and I spotted him, sitting low on my dog pen with a frickin' pear in his mouth!
I howled with anger. How dare he sit there with that pear in his mouth and just twitch his puffy tail at me?!? As I bounded toward the back corner of our yard, I felt Coco trotting beside me. That's good. She's tall so she can grab stuff for me. But I am the fierece warrior hunter. I howled again.
The squirrel looked at me, a look of pure terror shining in those small, beady eyes. I snarled, Coco barking beside me. The squirrel scurried up the telephone pole beside the dog pen, seeking sanctuary behind the wooden fence that separates us from my birth mom's old family. Coco and I stood at the fence, pointing up the telephone pole and howling for the squirrel's capture.
Alas, our Mama is not our Daddy and she won't shoot a squirrel with even the BB gun. Coco gave a sniff at the squirrel-filled air and went back to grazing the grass in front of the garden. I stood for a moment, watching the vile squirrel that had invaded my yard. He'll be back. And I'll remember him.
For now, I will take comfort in the fact that I can play kick ball with the pear he dropped.

Blame it on the rain.... or maybe the teething...

Bark! Hey! Teddy here again. It's raining here in Chicago.  I love the rain, but I think that my mama is irritated by it because she has to take me on a bunch of walks now.

That's because I am on house arrest. I have been running out of the yard every time I go out lately, even with supervision. The other night my mama was out in the yard with us and I snucked out as soon as she turned her head to watch my sister, Coco, run toward the front fence. I was sneaky. I slid right out the back, between our neighbors' fence and the barrier my mama and Daddy put up by the dog pen.It didn't even look like I got out of the yard. The barrier hadn't even moved. Because I slid through a small gap.But my mama caught me when I was sliding back through, running back in to the yard to make sure my Daddy couldn't catch me from the street behind us.

Earlier that same day, my sister and partner in crime, Coco, knocked the barrier down for me. Then I was able to just run through the gap because it's about six inches wide. Coco got stuck and my mama caught her. So, since Coco got busted, I just came back through the gap so that I wouldn't get in to more trouble. I knew we had been busted, so we were definitely in trouble. I told Coco play it cool. I ran to my mama's feet and rolled over to show her I submitted. Coco, the dumb dumb, ran past my mama and started jumping at the front fence. Barking at some kids riding by on their bikes! That made my mama even more mad. And here my Daddy thinks I'm bad.

Somewhere in the midst of all this, I forgot to go poop. My stomach really wasn't feeling good later that day. Daddy came home to eat lunch and Coco and I both got super excited. I got so excited that I accidentally pooped on the floor. Even worse, it was on the carpet. My Daddy did not like that. I ran away immediately and tried to hide, ashamed of myself. Luckily, my mama cleaned it up and reminded me how gross it is to use the bathroom on the carpet in the room where we eat, sleep, and watch TV. I had to see her point there.

Those were the third and fourth times I ran away in the past two days. My Mama keeps trying to figure it out, but I just have Spring Fever I guess. I just want to go bark at the squirrels and sniff the flowers. I like watching the kids play in their yards. I love to sniff the chlorine at the pool. It's a wonderful time to run free.

I sure do miss sweet freedom.....

So now my mama has been taking me on long walks. The leash sucks, but it's better than nothing. She told me that I broke their trust and I have to earn my freedom back. If I'm outside I'm on a leash or in my dog pen. I don't have free roam of the yard. Coco does, that lucky heifer. But one day I will earn the privilege back. One day.
Until then I hope Coco doesn't find that ham bone I buried up front.

I kissed a Lab and I liked it....

Hello everybody! Teddy here. Sorry I've been MIA but my Mama and I had a lot of stuff to figure out about my career as a dog who blogs. In the mean time, I have news for all of those who don't know.....

I have a sister.

Yes, that's right. My mama and Daddy got me a sister. She's older than me (she's 2) and much, much bigger. Her name is Coco and she is a Chocolate Lab. Her old family didn't want her anymore because she kept getting in to the garbage. they called her a "destructive dog" and said she frightened their two small children. 

I think she was there before the kids. Maybe they scared her. 

At any rate, I have a sister! For the most part, I really love her. Coco is kind of stupid, but maybe that's because I'm just really, really smart for a dog, but she does try really hard. It took her about two weeks to learn to sit at the door, where as I just do it automatically. But she's always up for a fight. Rolling around, biting each other, barking. It's awesome. And she's super fast at running, so chasing her is a blast. Plus, she's tall so she can reach things that I can't (and sometimes things we aren't supposed to touch, which gets us BOTH in trouble).

For a while she smelled really good. Like I couldn't help myself from wanting to lick her good. My Mama said that she was in heat because she hadn't been spayed yet. She even had to wear a diaper. I felt bad for the diaper, but I licked her face to make her feel better. But now she doesn't smell as good. In fact, I think she may need a bath as bad as I do. (And I'm starting to grow dread locks!) 

Coco is awesome and is my new best friend. Even my cat likes Coco. I'm glad my Mama and Daddy adopted her. Now I have someone to snuggle with at night and someone to play with all through the day.

I'm a happy dog.