When One Door Closes

Hello Blogville. It is I, the prodigal bulldog.
I decided today was a good day to officially end my blog. Obviously my posts have been embarrassingly rare over the last couple years (because Mum's "too busy" to help me type, what-evs!) and the open ended-ness was making me uneasy. So, as I begin a new adventure I thought I would give formal end to this register.

First, an update. I now have two bi-ped siblings. The boy, previously referred to as "The Brat" is actually not too bad. I may even like him (Shhhh don't tell him, I will deny everything!) The girl? Well I was none too amused when they brought her home, I didn't even sniff her and I generally pay her little attention, but she feeds me now so maybe we'll play nice. It's just such hard work to train the little rug rats, and I'm not the pup I once was.... I turned 6 a couple weeks ago.

The really big change is that we are moving. I was not consulted about this and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. We are leaving British Columbia and moving to Ontario. This is the only true home I've ever known, and I hear it snows there, ewww. Papa says it's a work thing, whatever that is... sounds boring, lol!

I have already moved. I am writing this post from the comfort of my Nonna's main hall (or maybe her couch, hee hee). Papa and I arrived today, which is why today seemed such a fitting end to my blog. He will be abandoning me here and coming back again with the whole crew in a few weeks. Apparently the airlines have some sort of travel restrictions because of the summer heat, so I had to come early. The airlines obviously don't know that I'm so cool I bring the heat! (To tell you the truth, I don't mind. Nonna and I will be napping the days away in peace on the back deck until they get here.) Mum says our new house will be ready in a few months and that eventually I will have my own fenced back yard. And by "my own" I mean she says I have to share with the brats.

So, without any embarrassing displays of emotion, see ya later paw-pals. When you see an impish adorable misbehaving puppy pee on an old mans shoe, think of me and I'll be there.

Finn Dog out. Peace!

Camping?!

Well she has lost the plot again! Yup, Mum decided to go camping.

Now, you all know I love to go to camp. The freshly mowed grass, the attentive staff, the spa treatments, my own cozy little room with orthopedic bed, ahhhh, what's not to love. That's camping! What Mum calls camping is some form of torture, living like the cavemen did, but without heat. It's disgusting.

You seen Mum and Miss Gen and Miss Shannon have been talking for a while about going camping and taking the brat. They decided it would be best to do a trial run close to home. (Notice Papa was not part of the conversation)

Sunday, Mum loaded the car and we headed to Bailey's house. Bailey rode in our car because his mamas had too much gear. (That should've been clue! If your dog don't fit, stay home!) By the time we got to the camp site it was raining. It stopped briefly, but not long enough. I told Mum I would wait in the car.



Eventually, after a good nap, it stopped raining again and Bailey wanted to play. I said fine, I'd throw the kid a bone, and we played until the next rain shower, when I returned to the car. (At this point Mum was outright ignoring my requests to go home. The shame!)



Next we all went for a walk in the woods, that was cool, I was okay with that, but what followed was an atrocity. After a tiring walk, she made me lay down on the ground! Like an animal. The abuse of the day was becoming almost more than I could bear.


Finally it was dinner, and would you believe she forgot my dinner! Thank goodness Miss Gen brought enough to share. Soon after, Papa showed up. My rescuer. I knew he wouldn't take part in this nonsense. The only person who likes getting their paws wet even less than me, is my Papa. He was only there for his dinner. He didn't even have to ask, when I saw him say good bye to the brat I knew what to do. I said "Later bitches! Finn Dog out!" and I waited for him at the car.

We left them all standing huddled under a rain shelter to fend for themselves. Papa wished them well in protecting themselves against the bears and then we were gone.

I was so relieved to be home I nearly collapsed into my bed. Exhausted.... but also guilty... No really I was... a little... Bailey was left behind. Mum says he had a great time, but I don't believe her.

All I can say is ... Never Again!

Third year fail!

Well she did it again! My mum is convinced that May 24 is my blogiversary, and it is not! We missed it again for the third year in a row! Seriously woman, pull it together!




We've been having some fun lately, including finding a new swimming hole! We found it by accident while we were out for a drive and we can't believe it's only 5 minutes from our house!




Bailey and I have also been having a ball playing in his yard. His gotcha day was May 5th so we went over to celebrate and we brought my left over birthday cake to share. It's hard to believe that one year ago he was so little I could step over him!




When his Moms adopted him, the SPCA told them he was probably a lab / Shepard mix. But his vet says he is probably part Great Dane. Lol. I don't think he is done growing yet!




So the brat has moved on to finger foods! This is good news for me. I help Mum with the clean up all the time. I've had more peas this week than I know what to do with. Mum thought it would be fun to take a picture of us together the other day on our walk. We went down to the field and Mum snapped this pic of the two of us.




Aren't I cute? The kid was trying to tell me how to pose! Pishaw! I was doin this before you were a twinkle, son!

Well time for bed Blogville! See you 'round the neighborhood.

Birthday Boy

Hey Blogville, I am 4 years old today!




I've been a busy boy the last little while. You see back in March I went to camp for a week. Which was awesome! They had this cool egg toy that I loved, and they hooked me up with some spa treatments! Mum and the kid were gone for another week so there was a whole week of Papa and I hangin out doing guy stuff.... Napping and scratching mostly.




Two weeks later, after the fam was all back, G-Ma came to visit. She was here for a whole month. I love when she comes cause we spend lots of time together out on the patio. She even spreads my blanket on the love seat for me. We also did a little bit of exploring. This lake is only 5 km from our house and I've never been here before ... Nice going Mum!




Mums not a complete let down though .... She made this awesome cake for me today. Peanut butter carrot with apple sauce. Delicious! There are a couple pieces left so I might have to invite my buddy Bailey over to help finish it off. ( I forgot to tell you guys that Bailey moved closer to my house and we have play dates a lot more often now. )



Oh and that egg I told you about .... They got me one of my very own.

Thanks brat!



Later friends!

I'm a model

Oh hey! What did you all do today? Oh me! Ya know, the usual .... Slept, ate, went for a walk .... Oh wait... Yeah I went for a photoshoot at Fur Photography! That's right, I went modeling.




Ian, the pawtographer, emailed my Mum last week. He is an artist and photographer in Vancouver, BC and he is venturing into Pet Photography. He is just starting out with four legged models, but we know he will be really successful 'cause my photos are awesome!


We drove into the city and went to his studio in Gas Town. He was really nice, and he had great treats .... Which is always a good way to make friends!



Our shoot only lasted about half an hour and that was more than enough time for him to capture my handsomeness.



If your people want to have your photograph taken, tell them you want to see Ian!



You can check him out here:
http://ian-coe.com/

And coming soon at :
http://furtography.ca/

Later furends! Thanks Ian!