Count down....3-2-1 weeks

Who am I? 

What am I made of... 
a bit of sugar (nah), 
 a touch of spice (nope), 
and everything nice (yes, oh yes)?

Mama purchased a DNA kit from that big store inside the laptop known as Amazon. 

The kit arrived and the next thing I knew I was getting sticks switched around inside my mouth. Next morning Mama went directly to the post office to mail my specimen.
About a week later, Mama received an email letting her know my test was received
and soon I will know what wonderful breeds make up my very own ancestry.

Mama doesn't care what I am. Mama says I am a mutt just like her.
Dad is curious; he wants to know.

My questionable DNA has turned into a game.  My family all took a guess at my makeup.
Kyla, at the mature age of 8, says I am a "mixed"  dog. Now that girl is thinking with her pretty little head. I do think she is going to win the guessing game.

Maybe Mama will order another kit from that Amazon place and Dad can shove sticks inside her mouth so we can finds out what breed she is.

I already know what she is--she is my lovable Mama!

Woof, woof, till later, 

Zoey

(aka Zo-Zo)

Color this dog black and call it me. 

Yikes...

a cat with me? I don't recognize that mangy chair or do I remember lounging around with a cat!
Wait one minute, I don't even think I ever met a cat, let alone pose with one.
This dog is an impersonator and a very good one!

If it was me I would be wearing pink. Mama likes to see me in pink. I can't even see the collar on this good-looking, regal dog.

Believe me...it is not me but it sure looks like me!

Woof, woof, till later, 
Zoey

Hey, did you know today is...

 National Black Dog Day!!!!

Mama says she didn't even know there was such a day. 

I have to show my beautiful self to you so enjoy seeing me in black.

Woof, woof, till later, 

Zoey

A girl needs her beauty rest

Didn't I hear it is dinner time? 

Mama, can you put Animal Planet on the tube?
 (Yes, our TV still has tubes!)

Wait one minute...you forgot to let me in!

Thank you God for helping me find my new family.
Amen.

Farewell to the Captain...

Good day to my readers and fellow canines,

I don't know much about baseball, all I know is that I am a Yankee fan by family default. Last night was an exciting night for the team. Mama made me do some research on him, so here is some background info just in case you have been living in a hole or under a rock. Otherwise this info is not news to you!

Derek Sanderson Jeter was born June 26, 1974.

He is an American baseball shortstop who played in his 20th and final season in Major League Baseball (MLB) for the New York Yankees. A five-time World Series champion, Jeter is regarded as a central figure of the Yankees' success of the late 1990s and early 2000s for his hitting, baserunning, fielding, and leadership. 

He is the Yankees' all-time career leader in hits (3,461), games played (2,744), stolen bases (358), and at bats (11,186).^[1] His accolades include 14 All-Starselections, five Gold Glove Awards, five Silver Slugger Awards, two Hank Aaron Awards, and a Roberto Clemente Award. 

Jeter is the all-time MLB leader in hits by a shortstop, and the 28th player to reach 3,000 hits.

PS My dad's dad hated the Yankees. He use to call them "bums." 

My Mama thinks he would have like Jeter.

Blogging and researching was too much work for me.
I am going to take a nap by my Mama on my
comfy pillow while Mama works.

Woof, woof, till later, 

Zoey

Do you know what today is?

Three cheers for dogs! Dogs rule...

Forgiveness...

Hey, it is me again.

Mama mentioned I didn't include anything in last night's post about how I supplemented my diet the past few months. I am confessing to all my readers that along with my grain-free kibble, blue berries, chicken, and steak, I devoured a few pairs of flip flops/crocs (which I never would have if Mama didn't leave them on the floor in my reach), two bras, and one eye glass case (which I was brazen enough to grab off the counter). Needless to say I was in big trouble.

Good, my sins are absolved, yet I don't feel any different. Thank goodness canines don't experience guilt. Humans could take a lesson from us--shed your guilt like we shed our fur. You will feel much better!

Woof, woof, till later, 
Zoey

Oh where oh where did the summer go?

Wow…where did the summer go?  Mama says it is officially over next weekend but she doesn’t considered it over until September 21. She says September is great time at the beach—most of the tourists are gone, the ocean is warmer, and the jelly fish are no longer floating by you. Most of all, people aren’t encroaching on your beach space. I will have to take her word about this since furry children are not permitted on the beach during the summer.

I had a busy summer but before I jot down details I want to let you know how my fur nephew is doing. Thank God Louie’s cancer is in remission. He went through a lot of harsh medicine but it worked. His mama wasn’t giving up on him. We are so happy that Louie is feeling better.

Now for me, over the summer I had some training classes. Nina is my trainer. I try to show her my good side so she thinks Mama and Dad are exaggerating when they tell her about all my bad behaviors. That Nina is a smart one, she sees right through me. I am not going to go into detail about my training because apparently I need a lot more of it. As soon as I get the hang of everything I should be doing I will let you know. I do want to mention though, that I can now walk pass most dogs without going berserk. That in itself is progress! I have no problem with people, it is the 4-legged creatures that worry me.

Today I got up close and personal with my little neighbor, Oreo. I have to say, he is a cutie; Mama wasn’t exaggerating about his cuteness. We walked together! You should have seen how proud Mama was over my PROGRESS! Now keep in mind I didn’t say I stopped barking at Oreo when I see him through the window. Like I said, I need more training.

I played in my pink pool a few times over the summer months. I love playing with Mama and the long yellow hose. Especially when the weather is hot. Not too many hot days though this summer.

Aunt Joanie played ball a lot with me. Did I ever tell you I live for ball? Anyone who wants to throw the ball so I can fetch it is my friend.

I found out that I can fit on the window sills. Mama saw me jump up on the front window and she scolded me and told me I was not a cat. How dare she even think I may be part cat. Ouch, that really hurt my feelings.

I learned how to open the shower door so I can inspect it. I didn’t need Nina to teach me that trick. Yet, I haven’t heard Mama bragging about that new activity.

Tonight we went down to the dock to listen to the band. My parents take me as much as they can to socialize me and have me listen to loud noises. Usually I lay under the bench. Tonight though I messed up. Three of the bay staff approached Mama and Dad. They said they observed me without our knowledge and they saw I was behaving myself so they were going to let me stay and enjoy the music. That is until they came closer to my parents and a growl escaped my mouth. They kindly told us we had to leave the dock. Dad said they were just doing their job. Mama was pissed but she understood. Needless to say, I won’t be going to the concert next weekend. 

Excuse me Mamma, I have to bark to let everyone know I had a paw-perfect summer.

Woof, woof, till later,

Zoey