My Christmas

I hope you had a great Christmas! Let me tell you about mine - 1st my people make all this really good smelling food. Then they put it in containers with lids - results? No more smelling and certainly I can't get in the containers - even when I accidentally get on the table! You'd think they would be smarter than to put the chairs so close I can jump right on the table. Oh well, they can't think of everything.

Then about the time I think they will give in and give me the whole chicken they just roasted - they don't! At least I get to bark alot at the people who visit. They all brought presents - I've been trying to unwrap the ones under that monster tree for days! I found a safe place to hide - I get on the back of my people's necks and lie on the back of the sofa or chair with my head around their neck. Nice and warm. Helps me not get stepped on!

Lots of soft clothing to get into, and perfume to smell, candy and cookies to steal. All these kids had toys that fly thru the air and make lots of noise. I can do without that!

Well, I did enjoy some of the leftovers and I decided to sleep in the day after all this excitement! 12 hours of sleep. They finally woke me up to see if I was still alive AND made me go outside! You'd think they would let a sleeping dog lie!

Now for New Years! Maybe some new feast will happen and I can get a taste! Happy New Year!
Mrs. B -

Christmas

Well, it's almost Christmas! I am on Twitter. Hope you follow me!

Send me pictures of you (or your dog if you are human).

A DOG'S RULES FOR CHRISTMAS

Hey! Merry Christmas! Especially to all you Humans!

Here's a great poem I found for all the dog's in your life. However, we sometimes don't follow the rules as you know - we do try.

And up front I want to say I'm sorry for all the ornaments that I have chewed up and all the presents I have opened. Confession is good for the soul!!!

A DOG'S RULES FOR CHRISTMAS........
- Christmas is for humans, and I will not ruin the surprises byopening all their presents.
- Christmas light bulbs, Christmas ornaments, Christmas stockings, andtinsel from the Christmas tree are not food.
- I am the alpha dog, therefore I do not need to protect my newChristmas rawhide from the omega dog by taking it outside to eat whenthe wind chill is -10 F.
- I will not demolish the Christmas tree and drag the string of lightsout into the backyard through the doggy door.
- I will not dive into the Christmas tree to get the candy canes(which I would eat -- paper and all, then puke on the presents).
- I will not eat my Christmas doggie treats until after they're out ofthe stocking!
- I will not even THINK about going underneath the Christmas tree orpiddling on the dining room rug.
- I will not get into a fight with the bigger dog next door, making myhuman have to call the vet's at Christmas.
- I will not get tangled up in the Christmas tree lights and pull thetree down while trying to get at a cat through the conservatory window.
- I will not pee on Grandma's Christmas presents that are under hertree as soon as we enter her house.
- I will not pee on the Christmas tree.
- I will not steal the neighbor's Christmas light bulbs.
- The bowl underneath the Christmas tree is not a dog dish. I will not drink from it. It will make me sick.

Check out the blog where I got these Rules: http://jokesfunny.wordpress.com/2008/12/12/a-dogs-rules-for-christmas/

It's Cold Outside

I'm not ready for all this cold weather!! Where's my coat?

Thanksgiving lives on!

Well, the day for Thanksgiving celebration is over but we should keep Thanksgiving in our hearts everyday! Since I'm only the dog - I'm thankful mostly for food. But you humans have so much to be thankful for. Email me and let me know how you will be thankful everyday!

Happy Thanksgiving

Mrs. Beasley here on a crisp morning. I've already had my walk around the yard. Nothing of significance to report. No squirrels, no cats, not even a bird.
Looks like every one around here is moving around getting ready for company. Maybe I will get lots of treats if there are lots of people. I have a lot to be thankful for - my bed nice and warm; my food - never ending and always in my bowl; good clean water to drink and a yard to chase around in. All is well.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
Love,
Mrs. Beasley

Rainy Day in September!

Hi - It's me - Mrs. Beasley. It's such a rainy day I decided to sleep in. However when I do that my people leave for work and I don't have much time to run and play or get into anything that they might leave around. Purses & camera bags are just full of good stuff!

I don't get as many treats either! But it's too early in the morning to roll over!

I'll just catch up with them tonite!

Have a super day!

Mrs. B

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Hi, Mrs. Beasley here. Wish me a happy birthday! I got a package of bones for my birthday. No party hats though....maybe next time. When's your birthday?

Uh oh. I'm in the purse but I don't think I like where it's going. This is a vet's office. They are going to stick me. They stuck me. They promised it wouldn't hurt. But it hurts. Now they want to give me a treat. I don't like their stinky treats. I'll ignore them; maybe they will leave me alone.

I Love Shopping

Mrs. B took me shopping. She bought me a purse. It's pink! She's been carrying me around for months in this purse. Nice - I can see out the top and there is a little pouch for treats! She takes me to see all these people - they ooh and ahh - wonder what they are talking about. They keep looking at me and asking questions. Haven't these people ever seen a puppy before? Or is it the purse? Oh well - I'll just hide in here when I don't like what's happening - come again soon!

Mrs. Beasley Here -

It's Me again - Mrs. Beasley! This is the most embarrassing thing a dog could ever have happen! Here I was in the pet store a few months ago sitting in a basket minding my own business. They started trying hats & coats on me. Now I have a nice fur coat - I don't know why Mrs. B and Mr. B want me to try coats and hats. Don't they know how stupid I look in a mouse outfit, not to mention a cheetah suit. I'm glad none of my litter family saw me. I just tolerated them; but when I got home I showed them - I chewed a hole in the carpet!

Mrs. Beasley is back!

Hi, It's me again - Mrs. Beasley. Hope you are having a good day!

Just to keep everything in prespective I want to let you know that I call my owners Mrs. B and Mr. B. Since they call me Mrs. Beasley, I wanted to keep it formal!

Mrs. B is a nut. She actually bought me a play pen to sleep in. They put the play pen in a corner of their living room. Well at least I can see the table from here and I can keep track of the front door! Lots of people come in and out of this place! Lots of kids. They play with me and feed me from their lunch.

Oh and do I get the treats! Mrs. B thinks she taught me to bark for a treat! Isn't that crazy? Everybody knows that dogs just bark and crazy humans just hand over the food. No teaching to it - it comes naturally!

Mrs. B buys these treats in a little box. She calls them the recipe but they look like chunks of food to me. Well I had to produce some interesting things to do so I could get her to give me some of this recipe. I pretend to pout - that's just putting my head on the floor - doesn't take much to please these people! So they want me to snuggle - I don't know how to do that so I just put my head on her arm. Mrs. B thinks that's snuggling. These people have been without a dog too long. One of their Grandchildren - Alyssa - taught me to roll over according to her. I've been rolling over since I was born but when I roll over for her she gives me treats. Humans!

Well Mr. B produced this crazy thing that causes me a lot of trouble. I heard him say it was a laser light. Mr B thinks he's funny running me all over the room. I'm going to catch that thing and tear it apart. That will show him!

If any of you humans have a dog (or cat - heaven forbid!), we'd love to hear some of the things they do and see some pictures! I'll be waiting to hear from you - Mrs. B too but I'm the one who needs friends - she's working and leaves me alone.

Come back soon!

Hi, this is Me. Me is Mrs. Beasley, a miniature dachsund. Yep I'm one of those weiner dogs. I'm 1-1/2 years old. As you can see from my picture I'm red with black markings.

What? You are wondering why my name is Mrs. Beasley? Well, I have this crazy owner - she's the one listed as Me in this blogg - Linda known to most people but I hear them call her Mom and Grandma. I guess she's confused who she is so they call her lots of names! Anyway she wanted a different name for me. The original Mrs. Beasley is the doll in "Family Affair" on TV back in 1967. I guess she remembers way back then.

My owner's - Linda & Chester - didn't have any dogs in the house for 38 years. Then she convinced him they needed one, a dog that is. She carried a picture of a dachsund on her phone for about 6 months. Then my birth people showed her a picture of me and my litter family. She thought I was so cute (I am you know) but he had to be convinced.

They picked me out of the litter or so they think. You see I picked them. I ran around them and made them think they were choosing me. Boy was that work! Getting their attention and getting them to chase me around the room! They picked me up - I let them. They brought a blanket for me so that I would be cozy on the way home. Not too bad. I picked a good home if I say so myself! Enough for now - come back when you can read more!