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Welcome to Trisha's page about an entertaining boxer puppy and her many antics as she grows up.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Pet Rules

To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

RULE 1: The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

RULE 2: The stairway and hallway were not designed by NASCAR and are not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom of the stairs or to the end of the hallway is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

RULE 3: I am very sorry that I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. Do not think I will sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

RULE 4: There is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. I have been using the bathroom for years --canine attendance is not required.

RULE 5: The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

RULE 6: To pacify you, I have posted the following message on our front door:



original version of these rules found on http://www.boxerworld.com/forums/poetry

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

WRITING MY BLOG.......



This is me, Trisha, writing my blog with the help of Mom. Sometimes I sit on the end of the bed and watch the little arrow move around the screen. I even put my nose on it but it doesn't move then. Mom and I read the online newspapers every day. Also, I am busy every day doing all those things that puppies do, like teasing, barking, growling, and racing through the house with a toy. I also occasionaly get into trouble, like tearing up paper, dragging a towell out of the bathroom, things that are a no no. I sometimes work in a nap. I also like to lay in front of the front door and keep an eye on squirrels, birds and people going by. So many things to do, so little time! Now I have to get down, and go make the door stop go boing boing. I like that!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Talking Dog For Sale


This guy sees a sign in front of a house, "Talking Dog for Sale." He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the back yard. The guy goes into the back yard and sees a mutt sitting there.

"You talk?", he asks.

"Yep", the mutt replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The mutt looks up and says "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leader, cause no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting aroundreally tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering nearsuspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

The owner says "Ten dollars."

The guy says he'll buy him but asks the owner, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him?"

The owner replies, "He's such a liar."

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Let the dog in


(original version of cartoon posted at funnyfido.com)


Monday, January 4, 2010

SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE SNOW!



I had a great time in the snow today. We have 14 inches on the ground and Dad was throwing snowballs for me. I couldn't find them though. That is why the snow is stacked up on my nose and boy, is it cold. I had to stick my nose down there to find the snowball but when I picked it up it fell apart. Bummer! I have already broke my New Years resolution not to eat snow. I just can't pass that up. It was so deep it made my belly cold. We have had lots more snow since these pictures were taken.