One halloween night, poor Riley was dressed up in a pirate costume. He decided to go trick or treating while he was all fancied up. Then he went and rang the doorbell at Ollie's house. The evil witch Beth answered the door. She convinced his owners to get a sister sometime soon. Riley had a few more peaceful months without a sister. After that for the rest of his life he was tortured by his sister. The End!

Okay, so not really but I can have nightmears right? I have no idea how Ollie can live with her even though she just got a sister for him. Anyways, Beth is mean to me too! She convinced my owners how cute I looked in this dumb pirate costume and mommy actually bought it. Then she thinks that I should get a sister. I have read Ollies blog and he says having a sister SUCKS!! It probably will suck if they get me one. What happen to boys rule girls drool?

I met my Grandma. Most people I know call her Grandma Donna. She belongs with Papa Ron. I met him a couple of weeks ago. His is a Very Important Papa (VIP). I don't know what she is yet, but I do know that

Grandma Donna brought me treats. Oh yeah!!!

And I was on my best behavior when Grandma Donna and Papa Ron were here. I tried really hard to be good. I was so good, I was hoping for treats. (The dog biscuits from the Door County Bakery were really good.) It might have appeared that I was begging. I wasn't. I always thought that grandma's and grandpa's are supposed to spoil the granddogs rotten, so I was thinking they should give me treats just for being cute. It just didn't work.

And, I got to go on a walk with mom and grandma and grandpa. And, grandpa did my chuck-it a few times, so I just HAD to go fetch my tennis ball. I love to fetch my tennis balls.

Come again soon, OK? Just come by anytime!! I'll show you where the leash is.

Oh yeah! Another "s" day.

Did I ever mention they start off a little weird? Dad finally got up and let me out about 7. Dad took me on a walk about 8. Sis got up about 8. Mom was complaining about the coffee.

The fun thing that I got to do was help with the vacuuming. I like the vacuum cleaner. It's fun when they bring out that toy.

Mom, dad and sis left me home and went somewhere. They were gone for several hours. I wasn't liking this. It is an "S" day. They are normally special days for me.

When they got home, something was smelly. It was a lot of smelly smells around. I couldn't quite get my nose on until I realized they brought me all sorts of dog food samples from a place called The Feed Bag. I didn't say it was a bad sort of smelly. They had more types of samples for me than I have paws. Oh yeah! Hey - do they allow dogs in this store? I think I should really go check it out. I would love to post a link, but I just can't find a website.

In addition to the food samples, sis bought me peanut butter bubbles. I didn't like them much. Just give me a plain old fashioned treat any day. Mom bought me some different food, and dad bought himself a super duper pooper scooper. Guess mom wants the front end, dad gets the back end.

And, the last thing they bought me was a dog collar light. Tonight, I felt like I was in a patriotic disco as we walked around the block. It flashed red, white and blue. Well, actually, I'm colorblind, but that's the colors Sis said they were.

You know, I think I forgot to mention one thing that happened to me. It was pretty exciting, so I'm not sure how I forgot about this. When mom and sis leave in the morning, I don't go in my crate anymore. I can go in between the kitchen and the front hall and the stairs and the upstairs hallway. Oh yeah. It isn't the whole house,but it is a lot better than the crate.

Dad was out of town for a couple of days this week.

I tried my hardest to not be sad that he was gone. I wagged my tail good, ate good and was overall a swell dog. Mom must have thought I was a little sad.

SSHHH: Just don't tell dad about this:
When dad came home, I ran circles around him and gave him a 62 pound labby lean.

Today was another "S" day.

It started off weird like all S days do. Mom fed me, took me out quickly, and then she went back to bed.

Sis just wanted to snooze.

Luckily dad took me for a walk, finally about 8 in the morning.

Today, I got to go to a place called church. They were having a SPECIAL thing just today, called Blessings and Biscuits. I wasn't too sure about the blessing part, but biscuits sound like treats. There were a bunch of dogs there, and cats, and rabbits, fish, birds and a hermit crab. I did something really funny during the church service. I was standing by my dad, and I was wagging my tail. My tail was just wagging, and wagging and wagging. With each wag, my tail hit a small girl in the back of the head. It didn't hit her hard. I didn't understand why she was giggling. I wasn't tickling her or anything.

There were two older grandma-types there, or maybe they were closer to great-grandma types. They didn't seem to be there with there own pets, so I let them pet me. I thought they were really nice. I like to be petted :) And, I let a couple of really little girls pet me too:) Did I mention I like to be petted?



There were lots of every size dog. I saw Lucy, she is a toy poodle. I saw all types of dogs. Black labs, yellow lab puppies, mountain dogs, big dogs and little dogs. There were lots of golden retrievers too. Dr. Suess could have written a book about the doggies here.

Miss Ellie gave me my blessing. I didn't even get to say "hi" to Pastor Meredith. She was busy blessing a lot of the other pets that were here. Those above pictures are me getting blessed by Miss Ellie, and some of my pup friends that I met at church. They just weren't in the mood for a nice photo shoot, so I just don't have great photos. But yes, they did let us into church.

And, at the end, there were treats for the dogs. Did I ever mention I like treats?

And, a few more pics, just me coming home from the "Blessings and Biscuits"

It was a dark and stormy night...

followed by a dark and stormy night...

followed by a dark and stormy morning!!!

Ok, I can handle the rain~ us labbies like the water. I can handle the lightning. I can handle being in the car through the car wash. But, once the thunder shakes the house, I just get a little nervous. I'm not liking this.

Nope, I'm not liking this at all. I even tried to go up on my sister's bed. I curled up by one of her pillows. I tried to look sad pathetic. It's really tough to look sad pathetic when you're as cute as me. I got kicked off the bed.

Then I tried the same thing on dad's bed. Yep, I went right up by mom's pillow. He didn't buy my sad pathetic look either. I was asked to leave the bed. I got stuck sleeping on the floor.

I was supposed to be sleeping in my sister's room these nights. My mom wouldn't let me, though. She wants to make sure that sis gets enough sleep on school nights.

But, storms aside, there was really great news tonight. My mom bought me the 35 pound bag of food today. Guess I'm staying!!!

So, can the tail wag the dog???

I know you are really curious about this. So, I thought I would throw in my opinions.
The people in my house say I get really, really excited about going on a walk. When I see them get my leash, it's all good in my opinion. It means we are either going for a walk, or a ride, or just outside. There isn't a down side with seeing the leash in someone's hands around here.

But anyway, they make me "sit" before they will put the leash on. They say that since my tail gets so excited, that YES, the tail can wag the dog.

Yep, it was another Special weekend at my house.

By the way, I just want you to know: I’m home. I’m not sure exactly when I knew this, but I’m home. I have a great mom, a silly dad, and a sis that doesn’t want to pick up poo.

Ok, so my sis is trying to teach me some new tricks. She even let me sleep in her room last night, and I started to sleep on her bed. Then, she started moving to much, so I slept on my dog bed instead.

But I do have some concerns about sis. She tried to put some stupid costume on me. And then later in the night, she tries to brush my hair. HELLO, I’m a BOY dog. WE DON’T DRESS UP. WE DON”T CARE ABOUT HAIR STYLES.

(Ollie, I think you’re right. Girls, are just dumb sometimes. Especially sisters.)

I got to try the microwave “Woof Popcorn” that I got dad for his birthday. It is just fab. And, I’ll even let them throw it too me, and I’ll just catch it. I’m just that talented.

On Saturday, my mom was gardening. She let me outside in the front without a leash, or a chain. I was a good doggie. I stayed really close to mom. I made her real proud. I even found a tennis ball to play with, all by myself. I still don’t understand why she went EWWW. Apparently, since she didn’t like that I picked it up from the bushes, and she didn’t know where it came from. She did go get my sausage shaped tennis ball for me. So, everything is just good.

There is really exciting news this weekend. My mom, dad and sis left the house and I didn’t have to go in the crate. I was really good. I just slept while they were gone.