Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal - Evening Snack

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal:

Zelda here. My fur Mommy said that everyone on VisageAlbum - ooops... FaceBook - have to tell all THEIR friends about what they eat.

Well, I've asked my fur Mommy to post this picture of "moi", eating our favorite evening treat. Plain, roasted almonds! Yup! That's it. Plain, roasted almonds.

Fur Mommy gives me one and she takes one and then, I get one and she gets one. And on and on it goes till the 10 or so almonds disappear.

We be buddettes... Mommy and Me!

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal: I'm a Sensitive Guy!

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal:

Bandit here. I'm a sensitive guy. I "feel" more than Zelda. Much more.

Yesterday morning, my fur Mommy came downstairs and I had been sick in my sleep space (AKA under the kitchen table). She cleaned it up, as is her job, of course. Tee Hee.

My fur Daddy came into the kitchen and he started to gag. He told my fur Mommy that I smelled like garbage or like something rotten! Well, they couldn't put me out since it was raining and windy outside. They couldn't give me a bath in THEIR bathtub. HELLO!!! HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF ME??? And, spraying me with some kind of perfume would not be good for my health.

Did I mention this is the first time that I had such an "aroma" about me?

My fur Mommy figured it out. We had a Category 1 Hurricane come into our city and she figures that my chakras weren't quite lined up, in my body.

Sooooo, if that's the case, let's hope that our FIRST Summer Storm will be our LAST Summer Storm, for this season, anyhow!

My chakras can't take another storm.

 Besides.... They may be asking me to move in their Baby Barn, next time.

 

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal - Getting Royal Belly Rubs

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal:

Zelda here. Our fur Mommy left for groceries this morning, came back, put groceries away and proceeded to fill up a bag and ... well... Bandit and I figured out that she was on a mission and we were not invited.

She went on an afternoon picnic, outside, by the beach, with her friends and came back 4 hours later! It felt like FURRR-EVER!!!

We got our revenge by giving her the Sniff Test, many times over!

Afterwards, I went to see my fur Daddy, laid on my back and asked for my Royal Belly Rub. Daddy took a picture 'cause he thought I was cute.

Daddy's my new friend! At least, until its time to play or eat and at which point, I will have forgotten that Mommy abandoned us.

Tomorrow's another day....

Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal - Bandit Asks About Going to the Beach

Hi there!

I have 2 dogs. Zelda is a neurotic German Shepherd and we adopted Bandit, a mostly Black Lab mix, from my parents. My parents were moving in, from a country farm house into an appartment, in the city.

Anyhow, from time to time, I write about them on Face Book. Thought I'd share their posts with you, on here, too.

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Zelda 'n Bandit's Daily Journal:

Bandit here: Okay, I need some advice. My human Mommy and Daddy aren't sure, so they've asked me to ask you humans.

My Medical Info:
Senior: I'll be 10 in 2 months. That's 70 in human years for those of you that can't do the math. I'm a wee bit overweight... still. My ex-human Mommy said I had arthritis. My new human Mommy says that was just Fat-Assitis. I've slimmed down since I've moved in here and can now jump! Okay, with just my 2 front paws and only for food, but HEY... I can "jump".

The Scenario: We went to the beach yesterday and HEY! When I was tired, I stopped and rested. I'm no dumb bunny!
That stupid Zelda and her new puppy friend ran and ran and ran. But when my human Mommy threw a rock, guess who was the fastest at getting it, eh?!?!? YOURS TRULY!!!!

The Problem: This morning, I was all "stiff". My human Mommy had to invite me.... MANY TIMES... to go out and do my thing. Me, I just wanted to lay down on my comfy bed. I'm outta shape. That's all.

The Question: Would it be better if I stayed home while that bitch Zelda gets to play? I mean, I love the beach as much as anyone and their dog, right?
Or, should my human Mommy continue taking me to the beach, in hopes that my muscles will get better and better... with time?

Any and all replies will be read and translated into doggy woofs, so that Zelda and I can understand.
And, because you've been so patient at reading my post, I'm including one of my pictures.

Please disregard my white beard. I'm younger at heart than you think!

Thanks!