Help! I just did the math and a year from now, I’ll be living with Dogzilla! Who is Dogzilla you ask? His name is currently Mac but at the rate he is growing, he will be transforming into Dogzilla sometime around Christmas.
I haven’t gone to college, and I may be an obedience school dropout, but I know what exponential growth looks like. He weighed 24 lbs. shortly after I got here in July. He’s added 14 lbs. of bulk in about four weeks. That’s some serious growing! Yes, Mac, that cute little adorable pup who liked to snuggle down by your feet while in the car so he could get the AC blown directly on him, is becoming something much larger than a puppy.
I was going to call this post My Enemy the Shark because I don’t think I like sharks. I’ve never seen one in real life but I can’t think of many good reasons to like them. They are a threat to us dogs who like to swim in the ocean.
Since I moved to Florida I found out that I like swimming in the ocean despite the salt water. However, there is always a risk that a shark might be out there lurking. Sharks have an unfair advantage when we go swimming in the ocean. They can see us but we can’t see them. They can also smell us and it’s said they can hear us when we bark.
We ran into a lady who grew up close to our favorite beach in Florida. She said the local laws didn’t allow dogs on the beaches when she was a kid because the sharks would hear the barking and think it was baby seals. Thank goodness they changed the rules. We love to come to our own dog beach here in Venice and we’ve never seen any sharks.
And besides, any shark that doesn’t know the difference between a dog’s bark and a baby seal can’t be very bright. Then again, I’ve heard some pretty whimpy barking that I thought was something besides a dog!
I wasn’t quite sure what to do so I did what most dogs do in those situations. I barked. Not a lot but a few times to show some authority, although I don’t really know what was the right thing to do.
Let me give you some background. It was about 8:45 in the morning and I was out on the patio with Dad. I was still panting a little from our trip to the dog park and the dozens of balls I’d retrieved.
I had put my head down and was beginning to feel the warm glow of one of the dozens of naps I take throughout the day when something didn’t seem quite right. I lifted my head up and before I knew it, there was a 25 lb. bobcat just a few yards away – I’m going to guess about 10 to 15 yards. It was a beautiful cat (did I say that?), moving gracefully as it sauntered by. Continue reading
I’m a relatively new Florida resident and I have to be honest with you, I have never seen an alligator before. I’m told I don’t want to ever see an alligator but I’m still curious. They say the bigger alligators are not afraid of us dogs and will even try to catch us and make a meal out of us. That doesn’t sound like a very pleasant way to go!
I guess that’s a good reason not to like alligators but that’s not the real reason I don’t like them. The real reason I don’t like alligators is because I’m a water-loving dog and I like to go swimming. In Florida there are lots and lots of ponds, lakes, rivers, water holes and all kinds of places where a dog can get wet and go swimming. Continue reading
Dad and Heidi have had me working my tail off finding out about this whole blogging thing.
We’re up to our ears in SEO, RSS, HTML, PPC and POOP. Oops, that last one may have been my own. Hehe.
It can be pretty daunting to go out there and research stuff on the internet. There is soooo much to sort through! And so much of it is a lot of doo doo if you pardon my French.
Speaking of French, most of those words they use go right over my head. Hypertext Transfer Protocol? How about Sit? Or Stay? I may not do them when I’m asked, but at least I know what they mean!
I just want to go back to being a dog, where all I have to worry about is chasing balls and barking at strangers and cool stuff like that.
As many of you know, Dad and I moved from Boise, Idaho to Englewood, Florida recently. Things are a little bit different here.
I have a big backyard I can look at from my back porch. I like it because there is nobody’s house behind us and it goes on for a long ways.
The view of my back yard
It rains a lot here. It’s a good thing I’m not very afraid of thunder babies. There is lots of thunder and lightning here.
We don’t always get a big storm but we almost always hear thunder and lightning every day. The temperature is high and so is the humidity but there is often a cool breeze that blows off the ocean.
I share this house with a little puppy named Mac. He is a handful. He is three months old and he weighs about 150 pounds (actually 24 lbs.) I think he is going to weigh about 600 pounds when he is full-grown.
Mac sitting in the dishwasher!
Just like me this blog is going through some changes. We hope it will not be too distracting while we do this. Dad has enlisted the help of Heidi to work on some social media things that we hope will make our blog popular.
We are going to be showing up on Facebook (I already have a Facebook page but we’re going to expand it). We will have a Twitter account and an Instagram account and you’ll be able to see videos of me on Youtube! Yes, we are going to be jumping into this social media thing with full force.
There will be places to join me on all sorts of adventures. Of course I still plan to make this my main home. I want to be able to tell you about my life and what I’m going through. With some of these other forms of media, we hope to increase our following.
I was gone and now I’m back. I moved across the country recently. It’s a long story that I will try to fill in details for shortly. For now, here are a few pictures of me and my new roommate. His name is Mac and he grows about one pound a day. I think Dad and Heidi are going to put him in the zoo when he gets to 700 lbs!
Last Sunday, June 15th, was Father’s Day. Since we really aren’t sure what day I was born on, Dad decided to call the 15th my birthday as well. I turned two years old which is like being somewhere between a teenager and a college student in dog years. That seven years dog time for every human year kicks in after the 2nd or 3rd year, I understand. Continue reading
This is a short one but I had to show you how Mac stays cool in Florida. He found a nice cool cubby in the refrigerator!