To all my tree-hugging pups,
Being born in San Rafael and raised in Seattle, my roots are definitely rooted in environmental concerns and ensuring that I help in protecting the use of trees and ensuring that we recycle at all times!
OK, are you getting the picture yet? I like paper in just about any form. I know you might think this is a little nasty, but when I find "used tissus" in a waste basket, I recycle them.
I will either eat most of it which is one form of recycling or bring it to Dad to show him what I've found! He usually gets mad at me and takes it out of my mouth, with some trouble, since I don't let go of it very easily.
Dad found the evidence one day of a big chunk that I took ou of some coffee filters that I found sittiing on a desk. I wonder why those were sitting there, so I thought I would recycle them.
Dad really got made at me when he left his desk to go get some coffee and I saw a piece of tissue paper on his desk that was wrapped around a delicious-looking danish. It even had cream cheese in it. Well, to get to that paper, I had to EAT the danish first and when Dad came back with his coffee, there was the tissue paper on the floor that I was licking and he got real MAD!
Gosh, he tied me down under the desk and was furious! I wonder why? It was just a donut. Right?
I felt bad, but it was good. I never get good stuff like that to eat! Dad finally gave me a hug and said that he should not have put it there for me to consider eating.
Yes, I'm the Tissue Bandit! So they really keep an eye on waste baskets to try and keep me from checking them out and stealing the conttents for a snack.
Love to all, Miss Parka, La Tissue Bandido
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Trip to TEXAS - THE BIG STATE!
Good morning fellow canines,
What a week I just completed. Dad was hauling me everywhere and we flew an airplane which to me seemed like a pretty nice bus with lots of great people wanting to bring me treats.
We took off and landed four times on this trip. From Denver to Oklahoma City, then to Dallas Love Field where Aaron picked us up and we met Ebby Halliday then went to Aaron's home and I met Maya, a big Rottweiler. She sure was fun to play with, but she plays rough.
After many other visits to folks, we flew to San Antonio after rushing through Dallas Love Field because we were late, and after all that, the plane was delayed an hour. It was my first experience of walking and jumping off moving sidewalks, but I ran Dad into a concrete pillar and caused him to bleed. I'm so sorry.
The Wousthwest folks were very helpful to stop the bleeding, but I think Dad lost a quart or two of blood. When I slam someone into a pole, I do a good job of it. Heck, I ran him into a overhead arch and cut his head open last week!
We made lots of meetings and met lots of folks, but I had to keep wearing that stupid "gentle leader" on my snout and it sure did bug me. But Dad kept saying that it kept me focused and on task, which I guess is good.
We went to the San Antonio RiverWalk and had some fun walking along the river. I was actually leading two blind guys, but we got to the restaurant safely and back home.
We flew home yesterday and had I really love flying. I just stay relaxed and sleep. There was this "hearing dog" called a Pomeranian on this flight and I took off and said hello to him. He just kept barking at me and making a lot of noise. What a fluffy little thing, but too noisy!
It was good to get home and see Claudia at the airport and Grandma and even Cuzzie at home.
Now Dad wants to give me a grade report on my first real trip:
Following commands and acting when asked to do so: B+
Riding in vehicles and staying calm and relaxed: A
Hoovering in normal harness and leash: D-
Hoovering with gentle leader in place: B+
Recall of paths taken in hotels or homes: C+
Advising Dad of curbs, obstacles, people: B-
Synchronization of working at a team: 75% of expectation
Overall grade for this trip: B-
Well, I got a B at least, that's not too bad, right? I'm just an impetuous teenager! I promise to work hard to get my grades up to all A's!
Warm hugs and licks to all, Parka
What a week I just completed. Dad was hauling me everywhere and we flew an airplane which to me seemed like a pretty nice bus with lots of great people wanting to bring me treats.
We took off and landed four times on this trip. From Denver to Oklahoma City, then to Dallas Love Field where Aaron picked us up and we met Ebby Halliday then went to Aaron's home and I met Maya, a big Rottweiler. She sure was fun to play with, but she plays rough.
After many other visits to folks, we flew to San Antonio after rushing through Dallas Love Field because we were late, and after all that, the plane was delayed an hour. It was my first experience of walking and jumping off moving sidewalks, but I ran Dad into a concrete pillar and caused him to bleed. I'm so sorry.
The Wousthwest folks were very helpful to stop the bleeding, but I think Dad lost a quart or two of blood. When I slam someone into a pole, I do a good job of it. Heck, I ran him into a overhead arch and cut his head open last week!
We made lots of meetings and met lots of folks, but I had to keep wearing that stupid "gentle leader" on my snout and it sure did bug me. But Dad kept saying that it kept me focused and on task, which I guess is good.
We went to the San Antonio RiverWalk and had some fun walking along the river. I was actually leading two blind guys, but we got to the restaurant safely and back home.
We flew home yesterday and had I really love flying. I just stay relaxed and sleep. There was this "hearing dog" called a Pomeranian on this flight and I took off and said hello to him. He just kept barking at me and making a lot of noise. What a fluffy little thing, but too noisy!
It was good to get home and see Claudia at the airport and Grandma and even Cuzzie at home.
Now Dad wants to give me a grade report on my first real trip:
Following commands and acting when asked to do so: B+
Riding in vehicles and staying calm and relaxed: A
Hoovering in normal harness and leash: D-
Hoovering with gentle leader in place: B+
Recall of paths taken in hotels or homes: C+
Advising Dad of curbs, obstacles, people: B-
Synchronization of working at a team: 75% of expectation
Overall grade for this trip: B-
Well, I got a B at least, that's not too bad, right? I'm just an impetuous teenager! I promise to work hard to get my grades up to all A's!
Warm hugs and licks to all, Parka
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Parka Express in Colorado!
Good morning to so many friends,
Dad and I got up very early on Sunday morning in Boring, I think Dad said it was 2:45 AM. No problem for me, I'm ready to go whenever he gets up! And I was ready to eat, of course, I'm always ready to eat!
But Dad never fed me! What's up with this stuff? Not even a drop of water? Dad got ready with all h is bags packed and five of us loaded up in a real comfy shuttle bus at 4 AM and headed to the airport. Heck, I was here just the other day! I don't think we needed any more practice?
But then we headded to gate E-4 and Dad got some breakfast at 5 AM when the coffee shop opened. And, shucks, he did not give me any scraps, just a couple kibble every now and then. What's up with this stuff?
Then at 7:15 AM, we went down this long ramp and entered another different kind of bus with three seats on each side. We were in aisle five and I had lots of room to lay down in the middle seat area. A guy named Mark sat by the window and he seemed real nice.
Finally this big bus starting rolling, then faster and faster, it started shaking a little and then all of sudden my stomach kind of felt uneasy, but the ground sensation just became a bumping kind of flopping around. But, I was tired by now, so I just kept sleeping. I wonder where we are going now?
Dad went to the bathroom down this long aisle one time and I stayed with Mark. I was a little concerned about where he went and kept trying to look down the aisle and Mark kept saying that he will be right back. He did come back in a few minutes and gave me some more kibble and tried to give me some ice chips, but I did not want to have anything to do with that. Dad gave me some water and I took a couple sips, but I just was not thirsty. I'm HUNGRY!!
A couple hours later, the big bus, which I learned was called an airplane, started doing some more of that bumping again, but I just slept calmly on the floor. You know, this is the longest bus ride I've ever been on.
Then the bumps stopped with a loud thud as this plane must have hit the ground and started thundering to a stop. It really did not phase me at all other than I wondered what was going on. Dad gave me several nice strokes on the head and told me that I was a good girl, so I just kept sleeping. Finally we got off that plane and went down another long ramp into another airport.
We followed Mark to baggage claim and I got to ride three different escalators. I'm a PRO when it comes to those rides. I just calmly walk on when Dad says let's go and then calmly walk off when he says it again. We even rode a light rail train kind of like what we did in Gresham.
Once Dad got his bags off this moving conveyor thing, Mark led us to a bus stop. There was a bunch of buses moving around and Dad was mad because he had just missed his bus. So he tried to get me to go potty, but I was standing in snow and ice and cold water, so I was doing a three-legged hop to try to keep at least one paw warm. And do you know it was two degrees below zero? That is COLD!
Mark was a really nice guy that works for Olympus in digital imaging and he offered us a ride home. We slipped and slid along the highways and I tried to rest on the floor board of the back seat with two pieces of luggage looming over my head. I was a little scared, but Dad kept rubbing my head and telling me everything was OK.
We met Mom at a McDonalds right off the freeway. What a nice lady. Dad gave her a big kiss, so I figured this must be somebody he really likes! I know now that this is my new Mom. It was great to see Becki again, but I guess this is the lady that will be helping take care of me.
We got to our new home with lots of snow on the ground and then I had to meet my new sister, Cuzzie. This fuzzy little thing is a little feisty, I think they call her a rowdy girl, but she is kind of cute, just a little pushy. OK, I think she is a little bitchy, to tell you the truth, because she had the nerve to take my bone away from me in just a few minutes. AND she was laying on my little rug that Mom had put down for me to lay on.
Come on, gal, give me some space! Dad pulled out the Big Kong and threw it down the hallway and as I ran after it, she chased me and growled and barked at me and tried to take it away, but I said, ain't now way you're getting this one!
Well, I understand, this is my new home. I'm here with Dad and all is well. Yes, it's a little cold for me, so I hope I can get used to this white stuff and very cold weather. I've seen snow before, but this is one big deep freeze.
My adventure in Colorado has begun. The Parka Express AKA Parka Porsche, because I am sleek and fast, has now begun.
Watch out big boy Zane. A new legacy is being born.
Love and Licks,
Parka
Dad and I got up very early on Sunday morning in Boring, I think Dad said it was 2:45 AM. No problem for me, I'm ready to go whenever he gets up! And I was ready to eat, of course, I'm always ready to eat!
But Dad never fed me! What's up with this stuff? Not even a drop of water? Dad got ready with all h is bags packed and five of us loaded up in a real comfy shuttle bus at 4 AM and headed to the airport. Heck, I was here just the other day! I don't think we needed any more practice?
But then we headded to gate E-4 and Dad got some breakfast at 5 AM when the coffee shop opened. And, shucks, he did not give me any scraps, just a couple kibble every now and then. What's up with this stuff?
Then at 7:15 AM, we went down this long ramp and entered another different kind of bus with three seats on each side. We were in aisle five and I had lots of room to lay down in the middle seat area. A guy named Mark sat by the window and he seemed real nice.
Finally this big bus starting rolling, then faster and faster, it started shaking a little and then all of sudden my stomach kind of felt uneasy, but the ground sensation just became a bumping kind of flopping around. But, I was tired by now, so I just kept sleeping. I wonder where we are going now?
Dad went to the bathroom down this long aisle one time and I stayed with Mark. I was a little concerned about where he went and kept trying to look down the aisle and Mark kept saying that he will be right back. He did come back in a few minutes and gave me some more kibble and tried to give me some ice chips, but I did not want to have anything to do with that. Dad gave me some water and I took a couple sips, but I just was not thirsty. I'm HUNGRY!!
A couple hours later, the big bus, which I learned was called an airplane, started doing some more of that bumping again, but I just slept calmly on the floor. You know, this is the longest bus ride I've ever been on.
Then the bumps stopped with a loud thud as this plane must have hit the ground and started thundering to a stop. It really did not phase me at all other than I wondered what was going on. Dad gave me several nice strokes on the head and told me that I was a good girl, so I just kept sleeping. Finally we got off that plane and went down another long ramp into another airport.
We followed Mark to baggage claim and I got to ride three different escalators. I'm a PRO when it comes to those rides. I just calmly walk on when Dad says let's go and then calmly walk off when he says it again. We even rode a light rail train kind of like what we did in Gresham.
Once Dad got his bags off this moving conveyor thing, Mark led us to a bus stop. There was a bunch of buses moving around and Dad was mad because he had just missed his bus. So he tried to get me to go potty, but I was standing in snow and ice and cold water, so I was doing a three-legged hop to try to keep at least one paw warm. And do you know it was two degrees below zero? That is COLD!
Mark was a really nice guy that works for Olympus in digital imaging and he offered us a ride home. We slipped and slid along the highways and I tried to rest on the floor board of the back seat with two pieces of luggage looming over my head. I was a little scared, but Dad kept rubbing my head and telling me everything was OK.
We met Mom at a McDonalds right off the freeway. What a nice lady. Dad gave her a big kiss, so I figured this must be somebody he really likes! I know now that this is my new Mom. It was great to see Becki again, but I guess this is the lady that will be helping take care of me.
We got to our new home with lots of snow on the ground and then I had to meet my new sister, Cuzzie. This fuzzy little thing is a little feisty, I think they call her a rowdy girl, but she is kind of cute, just a little pushy. OK, I think she is a little bitchy, to tell you the truth, because she had the nerve to take my bone away from me in just a few minutes. AND she was laying on my little rug that Mom had put down for me to lay on.
Come on, gal, give me some space! Dad pulled out the Big Kong and threw it down the hallway and as I ran after it, she chased me and growled and barked at me and tried to take it away, but I said, ain't now way you're getting this one!
Well, I understand, this is my new home. I'm here with Dad and all is well. Yes, it's a little cold for me, so I hope I can get used to this white stuff and very cold weather. I've seen snow before, but this is one big deep freeze.
My adventure in Colorado has begun. The Parka Express AKA Parka Porsche, because I am sleek and fast, has now begun.
Watch out big boy Zane. A new legacy is being born.
Love and Licks,
Parka
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