Funny Dog Photos

Anyone there? Levi here. Me got my very first e-mail and Moomie said I could share the photos that came in it with my friends here at Bloggers. My favorite is the next to the last, the doggie in the seat belt. Me wishes Moomie would buy a good camera so she could take pictures of me and make me famous like these doggies.

Devil Cats

Levi met his first cat. She's the resident feline at Chow Hound and minutes before they came face to face she'd been hiding behind a bin of pig ears that my baby brother had his face buried in up to his schnauzer eyebrows. When she peeked around the corner of the box and mellowed a greeting, Levi fell back on his haunches and cocked his head back and forth like one of those plastic robot dogs. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't inclined to run. He was a fool. Cats are devils with sinister whiskers and evil eyes.

The first time I met a cat I was about the same age as Levi but I weighed ten pounds to his twenty. At the time I still had the nickname of Parrot, rightfully earned because I had a habit of crawling up shirts to sit on shoulders where the view of the world was better. My humans had taken me over to the neighbor's house and there in the corner of the living room giving me an evil stare was what I thought was a lion. They called her a chinchilla golden Himalayan Persian. But I don't care what they called that hoity-toity cat with piercing green eyes, to this day I still think it was a lion. She was huge and she out weighed me by a hundred pounds.

That lion stalked me around the couch. She stalked me into the next room and around the dining room table. She stalked me like a gazelle she wanted for dinner. She stalked me until I had no where else to run. And what did my Mom do about it? Nothing! She just sat in the middle of the living room floor talking and paying no attention to the fact that my life was in serious danger.

Finally, I'd had enough. I ran up Mom's back to her shoulder and from there I crawled even higher to balance on the top of her head like a circus elephant on a pedestal. At last I had everyone's attention but did they help me as the devil cat sat staring up at me? No! They all laughed and I mean seriously as in-pee-their-pants laughed at me. Forever and day later the lion's tamer got her back in her cage and I was taken home where I had a nervous breakdown in private. To this day, they still talk about my hair-raising experience as "the day they wished they'd had video camera."

For the rest of my life I gave cats a wide birth, never seeing one I wanted to meet up close and personal. Levi is going to be different. He's going to have to learn the hard way to stay away from those devil-eyed monsters, at least the yellow ones that look just like the lions on Animal Planet.

Or maybe he's going to learn how to hunt and kill those devils. Already he tracks the neighborhood cat's scent across our back yard and when he finds her droppings, he tosses them in the air like a trophy-toy reward for his efforts. Heaven help that boy if she ever finds him first. Oh, wait! That would be me as Levi's guardian angel that has to help him. Gosh, I'd better go get some advice on how to handle that, should it happen. That where-no-angel-fears-to-go rule has a major flaw in my case. ©

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Levi, The Material Boy

Things up here at the Rainbow Bridge are slowing down for me. We had so many volunteers wanting to do extra duty to help with the displayed dogs down in the hurricane areas that I got rotated back to my normal job of watching over my earth bound family. A few nights ago when I checked in on them I had to laugh at Mom. She was lying in bed wide awake and watching CNN at 3:30 in the morning while dad slept on one side of her and Levi slept on the other. She's got a not-so-secret addiction to politics which explains why Levi's blogging time is getting short-changed lately.

This morning Mom was talking to Dad about how many material things they've acquired since Levi came along. In the garage are two expandable, freestanding garden fences plus a foot high wire fence. They keep Levi from getting 'lost' while bug hunting in the corners of their three stall garage. It's his favorite play ground. Another expandable garden fence is at the deck steps to keep Levi down in the dog yard when it's raining. And I can't count high enough to catalog all the new toys in the house plus all my old ones that Levi inherited.

Mom's also hauled my old plastic crate and wire cage up from the basement to use for Levi. The plastic crate she's been using in the car since adoption day but she'd been resisting having the wire cage in the laundry room until about a month ago. (I didn't use either one in the last years of my life.) It was something the obedience class instructor said about dogs that aren't used to cages having a hard time when they have to be boarded or go to groomers that made her decide to get Levi cage broke. That and seeing all those hurricane dogs having to be caged while they wait to be reunited with their humans. But Levi hasn't had a bit of trouble in the cage. He's quiet, doesn't try to get out so Mom's no longer worried about him being cage savvy.

Also new: Levi first winter coat. Pretty macho, don't you think. Mine was too small for him.

Below is Levi's 90 foot clothesline that Mom uses in the back yard and his Easy Walk harness. The little blue thing is a Bling Blinker for Levi's collar. It turns on at night and can be seen up to ½ mile. The first night of adult obedience class Levi managed to chew the front off the harness while in route to the class, a ten minute trip---while he was wearing it! Mom bought a cheap dog collar---for the
fabric---and located an upholstery guy who was able to sew and save the pricy harness. The obedience class instructor helped Mom get it adjusted properly so he can't get it in his mouth again. But Mom's not taking any chances. He only wears it when he's working.

Look at all the grooming tools Levi has! Only one is a left-over from my days on earth and Mom plans to buy a table clap and hook like groomers use because Levi is still fighting getting brushed out.

But the real topper is that Mom talked to an electrician a couple of days ago about putting a spot light in the dog yard so she can see him and the toads better at night. That Levi, I don't get his fascination with toads and slugs. Me, I stayed away from these critters. Flies, yes, in my younger days I chased them around the house but I don't recall catching as many as Levi does. Mom says it was nice not having them in the house this past summer. (She's not good at closing doors when she lets Levi out so they sneak in.) But one day she purposely let a fly come inside just to keep Levi busy while she and Dad went away. Sigh, he's just as spoiled as I was.

It's time to get back to my nap. There's a big feather presentation ceremony tonight and I'm pretty sure I'll be getting a few permanent feathers added to my training wings. But you know what? I'm not as excited about that as I was when I got my first feather because---well, how do I say this?---because I'm learning that helping those in need has its own awards. ©

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They like Me! They Really, Really Like Me!

Look what Levi got---awards!! My friend Happy sent me this beauuutiful one....


And my Friend Abby gave me this pretty one....



And my friend George sent me this sparkling one...



Me isn't sure what awards are for but Moomie says it's an honor to be picked. Me asked her if I can eat them. Nope. Me asked her if I can wear them. Nope. She won't let me. She says me can't take them to obedience class either. Why can't Levi do that? If it's an honor I should show them to my teacher. She's judges awards...or is it she get awards for judging? Levi is confused. Oh, well, me don't care. They are pretty and they are mine.

Just a minute Moomie is talking.

She says me has to pass these awards on to other friends. Is that fair? Levi just got them! She can't make me do it now. Me's going to tell her I need to go outside to poop.

Smell ya later. Love Levi

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A Jolly Old Butt Smelling Day

Me missed Schnauzer Saturday but it wasn't my fault. Levi couldn't figure out how to turn on the computer. Moomie and Daady had gone away so I was trapped in the boring kitchen ALL afternoon with nothing to do but try to catch the spider in between the window and the screen. They went some place sad. At least I think it was sad because after they got home Daady pretended to cry---waw, waw, waw---many times that evening and Moomie would console him with soft words. She wrote about it in her blog but she says I'm too young and have too many legs to read Accepting the Failings of Age and Disabilities.

Today was very special. We went to a place called a dog park with my cousin Ted. Ted and me never met before but he is part schnauzer and part poodle so we had lots in common. We are the same size, age and temperament. I don't know what that last thingie is but we have good ones, our parents said. At the park we didn't get to know each very well because there were so many other dogs to meet and greet but on the way home we stopped where Ted lives. Boy was I tired when I finally got home. We played and played and played until our tongues hung all the way to the ground and I thought me would step on mine and trip. Moomie and Ted's parents are going to set up play dates for us. Isn't that dogtastic fantastic!

The dog park is far away but the minute Moomie and Daady turned in the driveway Levi knew it was worth the ride. Moomie said there were 50 dogs there between the big dog side and the small dog side. A man at the park said we just missed a Chihuahua club of 100 dogs! He was nice. He helped Moomie push Daady's wheelchair over the dirt so he could sit with all the other dog parents. But Moomie got in trouble for bringing a pocket full of kibble into the park and the man made her take it back to the car. Moomie said she felt like the Pied Piper of Hamelin going back to the entry gate. Levi doesn't know what that means but she was laughing so it must be good.

Well, me has to go hide. Moomie is looking for my hair brush. Smell ya later.

Love, Levi

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