I'm not Depressed!

I keep hearing something on the TV about Anna being depressed. What is up with this?? These are lies! Why would I be depressed! I have my wubba, my bawk bawk, my food and my new kitty friend Simon! Mommy and daddy are both home...what gives?

I'm going to sue the TV people. Why would they tell everyone that I, Anna the most awesome German Shepherd Puppy in the world is depressed!?! I feel like Britney when mobbed by the media. Given, I'm not going to shave my head and attack with an umbrella (I have no thumbs) but it's still disturbing.

I mean, I love meeting puppies and I'm going on vacation next month for goodness sake! I demand the media take back their slander and lies about my emotional state. The only medication I take is my heartworm/flea pills. I am not the Lindsey Lohan of the doggie world and I demand retribution for these lies.

Wait, what's that? Ana is a tropical storm/depression? Well, how the crap am I supposed to know what the hell that is? Oh, well, umm....then I'm suing the National Weather people for confusing people about me! I mean, I'm the only Anna that matters! You're going down kinda hot bald weatherman Jim Cantore! You will rue the day you messed with me!

RUE THE DAY!!

Non-depressed Anna out!!

Water not just for drinking anymore!

Yesterday afternoon mom and dad took Dunc and I for a walk. But we didn't just walk around the hood. Nope, they put us in the car and walked us downtown. There's lots of pretty old houses downtown and sidewalks and stuff to sniff.

While walking we found this cool old part of downtown called the village. It has some of the original old homes/small buildings (including the first hotel here!!) and some gardens. No one was there and we just walked around and looked at stuff. It was cool.

Well, it was hot and mom saw a little fish pool and said that would be a good place for us to get a drink since they didn't pack our water bowl...well, I had other ideas!!!

Man, this feels good!!!

Why are there fishies in my pool? I'm a fishy too!

Oh look, a water fountain just for me!

Mom, dad, we need one of these!!!

The rest of the walk felt good after I had my little dip in the pool. Mom and dad just laughed at me, wondering if I was actually part lab since I love water so much...but water rocks! It's cool, you can bite it, swim in it, find nasty sticks and stuff in it and get dirty and clean at the same time!!!

Dad said I only have a little over a month till I get to see the BIG WATER of the beach. I don't know what he's talking about, but it sounds fun! Have a great weekend all!!!

Number 3

Guess what! Did you hear? A scientific study has proven something I knew already....dogs are smart! Well duh!

The study says that certain breeds of dogs are as smart as or smarter than two year old humans! Check that out! Apparently, the Mr. Scientists said that us dogs know between 160-250 words and can count to five!

Of course, I know more than that, because I have a blog and all, and I use more than 250 words. My blog would be a boring as crap if I only used 250 words all the time, and then you'd probably leave and I'd just be saying the SAME words OVER AND OVER AND OVER again. That would suck squirrels.

So, anyway, they say that my people, the German Shepherd, are the third smartest dog breeds in the WORLD! Below poodles and border collies. I can't believe we're under poodles...I mean, how smart are you if you let you mom cut your hair like you got attacked by pingpong balls??

Anyway I guess my people have to do more to prove our smarts. I don't know what you people want from us...nuclear physics?? I made peace with one of the kitties and I thought THAT would count for something, but nope. I got beat out by a poodle....a stinkin' poodle.

I'm sorry any of my poodle friends. It's just the anger talking. I guess you can't always be number one and stress of being number three is getting to me. Sigh. Oh well, guess I'm off to go build an ark or a satalite or go save some girls from Korea or something to try to take the prize for smartest dog next year....but at least I'm smarter than something that poops it's pants, I learned to go outside and potty by the time I was three months old!

Sweet Potatoes and Sticks

While lounging around this weekend, mom got a wild hair up her butt and decided to try to make some homemade sweet potato treats! Usually mom's experiments work out, and even if they don't, I can't really tell. I mean, I eat poop, so my palate isn't too extravagant!

Mom started by taking a sweet potato, washing it off, cutting it in half horizontally then cutting 1/8-1/3 inch horrizontal slices. She cut her finger a few times, which caused her to go into some weird word fits, but by the second potato she got the hang of it.

Then she placed it on a cookie sheet, baked at 200-250 for two hours...flipping them every 30 min. I waited patiently...two hours is a long freakin' time. Then they were ready...well not really, then mom let them sit out for like 30 min. FINALLY they were ready for taste test and they were yummy! Mom bought us some storebought dried potatoes but those buggars are expensive, so this is a new way for us to get our tators!! Duncan and I both love the tators and they're healthy or something. I don't care, I just know they taste good!

I also proved to mom that while I love her buying me toys, I am perfectly entertained by a stick. I found this big one in the yard and commenced to practicing my ninja/Star Wars/medieval staff squirrel attack moves for like 30 min. Then I bit it in half. Maybe she can make me some "num-chucks"?

Ohhh...the colors!!

Check out my new blog design!! I decided to "get with it" and add some colors...including pink, my favorite cause I'm a lady!!

Let me know if you like it or if it needs tweaking!

Give me the Nobel Peace Prize!!

You can suck it Al Gore!! I have accomplished the impossible! I have....drumroll....MADE A KITTY FRIEND!!!!! Yay!!!

After MONTHS of trying to get one of the three kitties to like me, I've succeeded! Simon and I are now BFF! No more black on black crime! Well, maybe we're not quite BFF, but we're friends to say the least. I've been working on him...seems he now apparently likes my attempts to groom him like a kitty does, even though it leaves him soaking wet looking, but I think he likes it! Seriously!

Mom documented these photos for me while I was working diligently on the peace talks (aka passed out).

I'm so happy! I wonder if I need to make him a friendship bracelet? Or bring him a stick? Or some poop? What do kitties like?? Hmm...I'll have to do some research on this. Now for the other two kitties....Mia is less "gunshy" as mom calls it (I don't understand this, I'm not running around with a Gat or anything...) and I occasionally get to sniff her. The fat one, Alley, basically still hides under the bed and makes devil noises. Maybe Simon being the eldest will have some pull on the continuing Kitty Talks of 09. I feel like Bill Clinton (minus the callgirls)!!

Sidenote: mom says please ignore the blinds in the back, those are not "torn" but instead have been outfitted with strategic-ally placed peep holes for me to keep an eye out on the hood....

I lost my privlages...

I'm back after being on hiatus. Seems I lost my laptop privlages because something happened...how can I explain it? Hmm...maybe I'll just show you:

I honestly have no idea what happened!! I mean, mom and dad left me for Mizz-or-ee and I woke up the next morning and the loveseat must have spontaneously combusted while I slept!

The Petsitter called mom and told her...she said mom laughed. I was like "whew!". Of course, mom couldn't see what it looked like. Then mom and dad got home. It was all fa-la-la-la-la reunion, then after we all calmed down, mom and dad looked at the couch....

I tried to tell them my thoughts on the matter, that it was either caused by:

1. The kitties (come on, they could totally do that!!) setting me up. Stupid kitties.

2. Aliens...couch eating aliens.

3. Mobsters who ransacked ONLY the couch for contriband milkbones

4. An adorable, innocent, little 65-lb GSD puppy who missed her mommy and daddy so much she got pissed, lashed out in pure diva furry at the closest thing possible then blacked out from the event.

Mom and dad were fine....but mom did take away my blogging for a week. I guess it's an even trade...plus mom said she wanted a new couch anyway, so we're all happy.

Other than that, I was awakened Friday morning by something on the roof...it sounded like five giant, evil squirrels. I KNEW this day would come! So I got all alert, woke up mom and dad to warn them of the impending giant-mutant squirrel war, but mom showed me it was some men. They were giving us a new roof.

After barking at them (just to let them know I was there, in case they morphed into giant mutant squirrels) I got used to it. Although it did hinder me from taking my daily nap for all that blasted banging. But they got it done, under my watchful eye!

Only 45 days to the beach! I'll be blogging again soon!