Sunday Funday at the park

Hey bloggers...

We've been having some crazy nice weather, when usually it starts to cool down about this time. So we took full advantage of that this past Sunday. Mom took us to our new favorite place, the dog park.

 This is the crew. The usual gang that's around.

After we say Hi to everyone, we like to do our favorite things. But when a new furiend walks through the gate, I like to be the first one to greet them. Mom calls me the Walmart Greeter. I say "Hi, I'm Oakley. Welcome to the dog park."

My favorite thing is to get Mom or Aunt V or really anyone with thumbs, to throw me the frisbee to play fetch. Typically I bark at you until you pick it up, then I can play tug with you, and then you can throw it for me. Bol.

 I could do this all day.

 Hey, she took my frisbee!

 

This folks, is what we call a Frisbree Hoarder.

 Swisher's favorite things to do is chase me while I chase the frisbee...

...and to roam around and explore and mark everything.

Once you become a regular at the park, you NEED to know this guy. We call him, The Cookie Man.

 He always has a bag of dog cookies with him, and shares with everyone.

Until next time dog park.

Lots of licks,

Oakley and Swisher

Night walk and shadows

Hi Furiends...

We've been bad bloggers lately. We get around to commenting once and a while, but when it comes to us blogging, it's been over a month. We haven't had much going on. Mom has been taking us to the dog park a lot. Oh! But our neighbor dude did come over last weekend to be our Manny. Like our boy babysitter. Is that what you call boy babysitters? Well he's not really a boy. He's a man. But not like an old man. Just like, a dude. A cool dude. Anyway, he walked us one night when Mom and Aunt V went to an Oakland A's game (we won't get into how they didn't take us). But back to the dude, his name is Rich. Mom said it was a trial run because he's probably gonna Dude-sit us again soon for Aunt V's birthday weekend. As long as he supplies the treats, we'll be good. 

But other than that we've just been doing the usual. Yesterday we went for a night walk. And not just a pee walk. A long walk. Mom said it had something to do with this new Nike Fuel Band collar that she got for her wrist and it gives you points. All we know is, if there are collars out there that will give us treats instead of points, sign us up!

 It was a nice night out. Clear night sky. 

 Look at me running fast and my freaky eyes!

 

 Hey there's someone next to me!

 Even my shadow has pointy ears!

Gee thanks taxi for coming AFTER our walk!

 It was a long walk, but a fun walk. We're up for another one.

And in better news, Mom reached her GOAL! 

Way to go Mom!

Lots of licks,

Swisher and Oakley

My Birthday loot from Kitty

This big package came this weekend and Mom said it was for me from my girl Kitty. Half of my body could fit in there, it was that big. I gotta see what's in here!

 I smell something good!

 Wow! There's a lot of stuff in here!

My sweet girl always sends me a hand made card. Look how cute she is on the cover.

They say the way to a Dog's heart is through his stomach, and right she is. My sweetheart sent me some sweets! Dessert! A brownie sundae with a cherry on top squeaky toy!...

  

...and OMD a Pop Rocket squeaker toy!

She sent me some PupCorn. Can you believe I've never had any before? Where have I been in all my 4 years of dog living?? SO GOOD!

Kitty mentioned she almost got me the same Nylabone Mom got me for my Birthday. Thanks Kitty for this different one. This one is just as cool! Can't wait to open this!

She also sent me this fun chewable ball. I love fetch. And I love playing with balls!

And two Bullysticks!

 And two squeaker stuffies!

Sure Swish, I'll share with you.

Man, I got so much stuff!

 Thank you Kitty, my girl! You always send me stuff I've never seen or tried!

I love everything! 

Lots of licks,

Oakley

I am 4!

What do these two pictures mean?

 PIZZA PAWTY!!!

 Yup that's me chomping away on some pizza right out of Aunt V's hand.

And I can get away with it because it was my BIRTHDAY on Sunday! I turned 4! Every year on me and my brother's birthdays, we get pizza. We LOVE pizza! We even get our own slice on a plate, and not just scraps from the table. But Mom had to cut it in little pieces, because she said knowing us, we'd probably eat the slice whole and choke! No choking allowed on Birthdays. I think it's a good rule too.

After pizza was presents. This one is from Mom. She calls me and my brother Thing 1 and Thing 2. Bol.

Her and Swish got me a card. 

But inside the bag was better stuff. A new bag of Beggin' Bites and a Thing1Thing2 container to put my treats in. Pawesome!

Then she got two Boots & Barkley stuffies with balls in them and tails. I know the blue one is for me. The pink one, that's for my brother. He has a thing with bright colors. Whatever.

 A new Nylabone. This one curves, for better grip. Neat.

And what she pawmised me, a new Kong Wubba! The last Wubba I got was from my girlyfuriend Kitty for Christmas. Those things sure are tough, it took me this long to destroy it. It is a worthy opponent for me and a great toy!

Next were presents from Aunt V.  A blue bag, my favorite color, with a card on top so I can't see inside.

Two dinosaur stuffies. Cool. I'm guessing this bright orange one is for Swish. That's fine, I'll share.

And whoa what is this?! A glow-in-the-dark football! PAWESOME!! It's almost football season too. Perfect timing. 

Also a bag full of treats. Not just any treats. Dessert treats. 

Chocolate Chip cookies (with carob chips of course), Cream filled cookies, and peanut butter cookies!

I got so many cool toys, I didn't know what to play with first. So I played with two toys at once and took turns. Bol.

I had a great birthday. Especially since Mom forgot the Birthday hat she makes us pose with every year. Thank Dog. I wasn't about to remind her either. Bol.

Lots of licks,

Oakley

New Trick

Me and Aunt V have been trying this new trick. Frisbee catching. Mom thought I'd be good at it because I like to throw my toys in the air when I play and catch them myself! Yeah my brother can't do that. He just licks them over and over and over. Boring. 

So far this is how it goes...

1. I sit and stare. (I got this part down)

2. Aunt V uses the phrase "Catch"

But sometimes I get confused and think that means 'Tug', so we play Tug instead. Bol.

3. Aunt V throws it.

4. I pick it up off the ground and give it a good shake.

5. Aunt V says no not like that. Try catching it in the air.

 

But this isn't always successful. It hit my face and then I had my way with it after.

We even tried leaping off the ottoman. Look at me fly!

We'll let you know how the progress goes. It's still in the beginning stages. Maybe I'll ask for a new Frisbee for my birthday on Sunday.

Lots of licks,

Oakley

5am Wake Up Call

I'm no fan of waking up early. Mom is definitely not a fan of waking up early, especially not for the reason I gave her. I'll tell you why.

I sleep in a crate in Mom's room. The other day around 5am Mom heard me making a coughing-hacking noise and it woke her up. Being the concerned Mom she is, she got outta bed to make sure I was ok. She opened up my crate to let me out, and saw that I threw up on my blankets. While she was cleaning up my crate, she wasn't watching what I was doing. I think I was still half asleep when it happened. I mean, I don't really think I did it on purpose. But my butt had a mind of it's own and decided that it wanted to poop. Right there. Right then. And it wasn't- let's just say, as solid as usual. And it made quite the mess. And then Mom said some words that mean the exact same thing as to what I did on the carpet.

As half asleep as she was, she scurried to clean up all my mess. That meant busting out the shamPOOer at 5am also. I'm sure the neighbors appreciated that. Oh well.

We attempted to go back to sleep after that. Neither of us not sleeping very well. Mom was worried that I might be sick, and make another mess. And me, well look at me. There are no cushiony beds or warm blankets to be covered with. There was a single blanket just above the plastic flooring in my crate. I had to try and sleep in these horrid conditions. At least Mom threw my pillow pet back in.

 

I was confined to my crate for the rest of the morning, not as punishment, but as a precautionary measure. Just until we went to work with Mom later in the afternoon. After I ate breakfast and Mom walked us, I tried to tell her that I was fine. It was just a one time thing. A fluke. I didn't feel sick and I pawmised not to poop or puke again. Well at least not today anyway. 

I mean if I was sick... could I do this? Look how fast I beat my brother back to the front step of our apartment!

Lots of licks,

Oakley

Tuni Tuesday Tribute

We've been slacking with blogging lately, but we've been reading up on everyone's adventures out in blogville. We have some ideas for upcoming posts, but we wanted to start off with our tribute to Tuni who has crossed the rainbow bridge. Thanks to her good furiend Winston Wilbur everyone is pawticipating and we didn't want to miss out. 

These are a couple of our favorite pictures of us snuggling in our comfy beds!

To you Tuni.

Lots of licks,

Oakley and Swisher