Studly Dudley: The King of Boo-Dogs

Play the guessing game!

2007-03-05T17:55:00.000-08:00

I'm going to make a post soon about my mysterious favourite animal. I'll give you a few hints as to its identity!!

a) They are possibly even lazier and more lethargic than me
b) They look like they are always happy - like me!
c) They have sharp, dangerous claws.. who does that remind you of? Me!
d) Mum thinks they are adorable and boo-tiful too, but not as adorable and boo-tiful as myself
e) BURRRRP.. sorry, that wasn't a real clue but I just had to.
f) Some people think they are scary-looking and truthfully they are potentially dangerous. Like me, with my boo-dog fangs.
g) They sleep.. a LOT. Does that sound familiar??

Put in your guesses, pups!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Fast life in the slow lane..

2007-03-01T13:13:00.001-08:00

So Mum and I have converted over to the new Blogger (yes, yes, it took us long enough but we were REALLY reluctant!). Blogger kinda tricked us into it, those jerks. We're still seeing what the changes are but shh right now I don't know if I like it!! The drag-and-drop function is neat but we think we'll stick with the HTML entry option because strangely Mum says it's easier to use. I don't know what it stands for.. maybe Hot Tasty Meaty Lamb?! In that case, I think she should drag some HTML from the 'fridge and drop it in my mouth. Haha my jokes are always so good!

Wait, that was a joke.. right?

But regardless ..mmm .. Hot Tasty Meaty Lamb sounds pretty good right about now!!

You can see in this photo that I have a physical abnormality. I didn't really ever want to point it out before because frankly I am a little embarrassed, but my right eye is a little wonky! (My right.. your left in the photo) It's my LAZY eye and sometimes when I play tug'o'war really hard, my right eye will jiggle and twirl in its socket while the other left eye stays perfectly still, focused upon the rope I must destroy. The vet says there's nothing wrong with my sight, though.. I can still spot a crumb from a mile away.

So speaking of crumbs.. the other week, Mum was eating a soft, fluffy thing called a "sponge cake." I watched her eat it, and frankly got a little excited. She wouldn't share any with me at first, but when looking upon my pining eyes she just couldn't say no!

Plus she thought she drool bubble was pretty funny too.

So she gave me just the tiniest bit of cake. She knows it's not good for me but we both pretended that it was.. for that brief moment in time. Frankly I don't need any more sugar than what I get in my daily fresh fruit (apparently I am already a bit of an eccentric nutter without all those extra sugary good carbs!) BUT the boo-dog face wins everytime.

..I won't lie, the cake didn't taste like anything and wasn't even that good. BUT if it's good enough for a booman, then it's good enough for a dog.. especially if it seems like that booman really didn't wanna share in the first place.

Witness how I simultaneously wooed and frightened Mum with my tentacles of drool.

This is photo evidence of what living with a jowly dog is like. Slobberies everywhere! First thing in the morning is the worst, because I sleep on the couch with my jowlies flopped all over the cushions. Then I drool a little bit in my sleep and the lint/fluff from the cushions gets imbedded in my drool. Then the drool hardens, encasing the unlucky lint in my sap-like drool.

Then I wipe my jowls on an unsuspecting table and my overnight collection of lint is deposited neatly onto the edges!

My booman family is starting to realize there is a line of linty slobbers lining the walls of our house.. suspiciously right at the height where my head is. I don't know what the correlation could possibly be.

It's a bit belated but I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day!!

I was reading everyone's blogs and it seemed like everypup was getting a special treat from their boomans.. I was feeling stung and a little left out. Valentine's Day came.. and went.. I didn't even really see Mum on Valentine's either because she has class until 10pm, and frankly that is way past my bedtime.

BUT on the weekend, she and the boofriend went to this Vancouver restaurant called Saltlik. Now, as Mum's mind is forever on my handsome face, she got really excited when she saw something on the menu. It said...

Side Dishes:

Baked potato.. 6

Seasonal veggies.. 4

Asparagus.. 7

A TASTY BONE FOR YOUR DOG (!!!!!!!)

The take-out box!

A DOG..err, a dog! I'm a dog!! So Mum brought me home a real doggy bag!! I didn't know what to expect when she brought home that big crinkly brown bag but I knew it contained all my stummy's hopes and dreams. I was hoping inside would be someone's leftover prime rib that they didn't want but what I got was even better.. two big raw bones!

I've never had a raw bone before so Mum was very excited to see how I would like it. She put down a towel and put the bone down on it (but me being the nosy bum, I was already sitting on the towel before the bone was there). After some sniffs, I proceeded to devour my delicious treat..

BURRRRRRRRRP what a delicious bone!
This devouring took two hours!! Does it usually take you other BARF eaters that long to eat a recreational bone? These ones weren't really meaty but I liked to just chew and gnaw away all the same, with a contented look on my face. I was very good about keeping it only on the towel but I didn't want to touch it with my feets! I would only use my big jowly jaws, even though it would have been much easier to grip the bone with my paws.

But once this big ol' truck drove past my kitchen window and let out some big HONKS. I got a little spooked but of course I thought, "I must save.. the bone!" So I jumped up, grabbed my bone and ran away. Mum made me bring it back though!

They were really tasty bones but they upset my tummy :( And I have been very, very itchy for the past two weeks so Mum doesn't know if she should keep buying me more bones. She got me another and my tummy felt okay when I ate that one, but I have been licking my paws a lot now and scratching my armpits. Before I would never lick and scratch.. I only do that when my allergies act up. I licked all the fur off one of my paws and now the skin underneath is all raw, so I'm wearing a cone now until it heals.. I have a tendency to keep licking and licking at it even though I'm hurting myself. Oh the things I can get away with when Mum is at school!! (Boodogs have a high pain tolerance so sometimes they are self-destructive/mutilating and they can't tell because they don't feel anything!) I also scratched a big scabby underneath my armpit so Mum is on me every single time I try to scratch it because she doesn't want it to turn into an infected hot spot.

Bottom line: I am such a fragile little boy!

BURP and Cheerio!

Dudley

A day at the bark park

2007-02-08T13:47:00.000-08:00

What a horribly long time it has been since I've last blogged! Alas, unlike these birds in the photo I did not get to fly away into the sunny blue yonder. Instead, life has revolved around napping and attempting to get Gramma to ply me with treats. I must say, the former has been much more successful than the latter but that's what happens when you depend on others for happiness!

Luckily as I type this, Mum is satiating my boo-dog-sized hunger with cashew nuts. This allows me to focus better on my blogging because I'm not constantly thinking of eating and thus I bring to you the adventure of the week.. other boo-dogs!

Last week was the monthly Vancouver boo-dog meet-up. Now, I am a little loathe to call these other specimens boo-dogs because that would mean they are every bit as special as me.. however, since I get to eat delicious nuts and they don't, I guess I can be generous. There's handsome ol' me on the left, refusing to fraternize with my fellow breed! I BURRRRPPpp at you!

However, a boo-dog can only resist a good sniff for so long. That we have such short muzzles enables us to really get into the good parts when we go in for the huff! That black doggy (who not a boo.. I can't remember what he was, but he must have felt emasculated next to all the rest of us robust specimens) was very patient with our nasal ministrations.. I'm there in the back, waiting eagerly for my turn!

Soon I met another boo-dog of comparable handsomeness. Frankly he wasn't as big or strong, so I went easy on him as we tussled. It looks as though I'm whispering sweet nothings in his ear (don't worry, Wally, I could never cheat on you!) but actually I'm about to CHOMP on it!

He circles from the left..

He circles from the right..

DUDLEY FTW! OTHER BOODOG FTL! Just kidding, all boo-dogs are winners for the obvious genetic reasons. Notice that I don't ever let Mum get a good photo of this boo's face.. I just can't deal with the competition! He was a good lookin' guy though..

Born freeeeee!! I really like the bark park. I get to run and run and run with other dogs.. or rather, they run and run and run and I try to catch up. I got to play chase-me-chase-you with this tiny girl terrier - she kept teasing me with her frisbee!! I swear I didn't really want it but the way she shook it in front of my face.. how could any dog say no?

The other boo-dogs left quite quickly, which was a bit of a disappointment. It's hard to see boo-dogs anywhere else other than bark parks because we don't really like going for walks (I know that must sound insane to some of you other dogbloggers!). But then I made friends with some other cool dudes there, like this big yellow lab! The angle of the photo makes me look really big next to him but he was actually quite a bit taller (and *ahem* more agile) BUT we both weighed the same!! Mum says I'm such a tank. I'm inclined to agree. She also calls me a heifer but I don't really know what that is.. I assume it's something very masculine and strong!!

[[Mum: *ahem*.. don't tell him..

..that this is what I liken him to!]]

Mmm and finally no day of fun is complete without being handfed cookies! Now, all I need are some hot and sassy pit bulls, airedales and blue heelers to wave palm fronds.. <3 And maybe a corgador, too!
This photo also makes me look very big compared to Mum. That is because I am. Very big. Big big big.

And I realize that Valentine's Day is coming up.. 9 more days! And 2 more weeks until Wally's Burpday.. we share a very special love.

I hope all my boo-tiful girls don't put me in the man house for being a neglectful dog lately :( Rest assured that I think of you every day! I rufff Sunshade because she shows her tolerant and rare maternal side with Jaffa. Although I cannot sire any boo-dales, it's nice to know that if we could share a family together Sunshade would know how to care for our pups! I rufff MJ because, like me, she is a true couch potato but still knows how to rip it up in the bark park. A dog needs some balance. I rufff CKC because she is a patient and gentle lady, and didn't complain once through the whole time her Mum was sick with barkitis. I have a lot to learn from her! And I rufffff Wally because he is such an intellectual.. I'm always learning things from him. Plus, he's got those nice short legs - I can really identify with that!

In short, I hope everyone's Valentine's is full of bones. Hehehehe I am so clever.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Oh, the busy life of a boodog!

2007-01-26T12:28:00.000-08:00

It has been almost 2 weeks since the last update! :( I haven't been keeping up with my blog.. sigh.. I will go sit in my naughty spot. I know it's extremely crazy, that a handsome and innocent looking boodog such as myself can STILL get sent to the naughty spot by a certain unnameable Mum..
The weather has been nice in Vancouver lately, like today.. it's very warm and sunny!! So Mum and I have been sitting outside in the sun on the balcony reading together (I am an ENGLISH boodog after all and we are quite the literary types). Now, I don't know if you know this considering that boodogs are not the most weather-hardy breeds.. but I LOOOVE to bathe in the sun! I should move to Cali and get some dog goggles like the ones Bogart has. Mum sometimes gets worried that I stay outside on the balcony for so long, sun bathing for hours.. when I come back in I pant up a storm! But I am not a silly pup, I know my tanning limits. I'm trying to achieve a richer brindle coat for the spring.
Anyway I am going back to nap to prepare all my energy for this Sunday. If it's not snowing/blowing/raining, Mum and the boofriend are taking me to Coopers Park for the monthly Vancouver Bulldog Meet-up!! I haven't been to one since I was but a wee pup, so I'm VERY EXCITED! I'll make sure many photos are taken of my sourpuss mug.

..but now, back to sleep I go. And even as I sleep, no one shall be allowed to touch my precious Christmas dong**.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

**this is a gift I got for Christmas. Mum calls it "the Christmas dong." I am not sure why; she is a silly one!

Snow days in Vancouver!

2007-01-13T21:28:00.000-08:00

We've been getting lots of snow in Vancouver lately. So much snow, in fact, that Mum's classes got cancelled one night up at school and she got stuck up on campus! Her school is on top of a mountain so it's hard for busses to get up and down, so it took her two hours to get home. I sure missed her..

..giving me treats! Heehee. She only got home because boo-friend picked her up in his all-wheel drive, gas-guzzling SUV! Other students had to stay on the mountain all night. Mum sure was lucky!!

Speaking of lucky.. I got to go to daycare all day yesterday, from 7am to 7pm. Oh, the life of a spoiled boo-dog. To really tucker me out, Mum took me over to the boo-friend's house today to play in his backyard. His yard is fenced and really, really big.. whereas my yard is not fenced so Mum is scared that I'll run into the street (which I have done before!). So this is me, sitting in the car patiently, waiting to arrive at my secret destination.

Mum's two special boos! I, of course, am the more special of the two. And much handsomer, might I add.

Now, strangely, when I got to the boo-friend's house.. I didn't want to play in the snow! The boo-friend has two shelties named Shilo and Sassy.. boy oh boy I sure like them! They're small, fluffy and bark a lot. They're very fancy. I sat by the door for a long time, waiting for them to come out.. unfortunately I was told that my robustness is not their cup of tea. Not everyone can be as enthusiastic as me.. eventually I just sat in the snow and waited.. and BURRRpped..

I investigated the yard.. sniff sniff.. and found this neat old bench. Being that I am an excellent jumper, I hauled myself on up to sniff around some more! I like it because there wasn't any snow, and I could keep my delicate boo-dog paws dry for a little bit.

I finally realized that I was here to PLAY! So play I did. Here I am, a-gallopin' around. Before I came, the yard was almost completely pristine and untouched! Shilo and Sassy don't stomp around the way I do. But by the time I left, not an inch of snow was left un-mashed by my lovely bum.

Mum and the boo-friend had to throw a few snowballs at me so I could figure out why I was in this big yard..

But I soon caught on! I'm pretty good at catching snow balls.. I'd say I have an accuracy of about, hmm, 55%. Keep in mind that boo-dogs were bred for excessive handsomeness, not agility.

One of my favorite games is chase-me-chase-you.. except I like to be chased! I'll wait in one part of the yard, until Mum comes near me.. then I run away to the opposite side! Mum (the weakling booman that she is) never manages to catch me.. she can only catch me with that flashing box thing.. I say that isn't good enough.

My other favorite thing to do when I'm outside (and inside) is spin on my butt. Here I am, spinning in a pile of yellow snow and making myself smell even nicer and lovelier than usual!

After a few hours, I didn't want to play anymore. I was tuckered out! I didn't want to eat snowballs.. I didn't want to play chase.. I didn't want to do my little tailspin. Yet, the boomans tormented me still by throwing fistfuls of powder at my wrinkly face. I am not amused. They shall suffer later.. when I fart in the car..

And yes, here I am in the car! Nice and warm.. Mum put a cape on me.. boo-friend called it a dress, but don't listen to him. I personally think I look very dashing!!

Anyway.. I am one tired boo-dog. Playing in the snow is fun, but sometimes all a dog wants is to curl up on his sofa and take a pupnap.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

The New Year's Resolution Game!

2007-01-04T12:44:00.001-08:00

I've been tagged by Maggie and Wally! Thanks pups :) Something to keep me entertained.. because Mum is a loser weakling and got sick, and now she doesn't want to play with me. It's okay though because she knew she wasn't feeling well yesterday and shipped me off to daycare so she could have the day to rest and I could play. I've trained her to be somewhat considerate of my feelings. And now we are both tired, except you could never tell that she was sick because she just keeps barking and barking at me! Anyway pups, the game is to list 5 new year's resolutions and then tag 5 more friends.

My 2007 resolutions:

1. Snore less

2. Eat more

3. Fart less.. or more.. I haven't decided yet

4. Maybe learn to pee like a boy

5. Be more romantic to the ladies!

And now I'm tagging Goldie, MJ, C-K-C, Jay and Cubby! Maybe if Cubby plays this game, it'll take his mind off his eye ouchies :( I know how he feels because I've had so many problems with my eyes and I've had to wear that EVIL CONE more than once. Here's hoping the vet can make you feel better, buddy!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Happy Howlidays to all my pups!

2006-12-29T00:01:00.000-08:00

A big BOOF and hello to all my pals in Dog blog land.. did you miss my mug? I thought it would be funny to stick my tongue out at all of you, but unfortunately the camera was too early (rather than late, for once) to catch the magnificent sight that is my fluffy pink tongue!

There is lots and lots to talk about to cover the last couple of weeks I've been missing out on. I still have many comments to return and lots of howliday wishes to give to everyone.. but first things first.. BRURRRPP.. now second things..

Back in the beginning of December I was overjoyed to receive a letter from my mainland lass, SUNSHADE! THANK YOU, my lovely Airegirl. Oh, how I sniffed and sniffed her card.. but not too hard, I didn't want her beautiful art to fall apart! She and her sweetie pie of a Mum sent me a SIGN to hang on my house, so that everyone knows I AM THE PROTECTOR of the household! Here I am, guarding my atrociously blue house and $13 bags of salt.

Indeed, I will always PAWTECT my Mum. And everyone else in the house. Oh, good news, we are not getting kicked out so we don't need to move anywhere.. kinda sucks.. Mum has to go to school and leave me alone at home, ugh. I thought maybe we could meet a trashy poodle or two if we went on the run!!

Here I am, truly savoring the last of Vancouver's giant snowfall. If I can't eat it, then I'm gonna pee on it. The rest of the lawn was almost entirely bare of snow, but of course I picked the last tiny patch to mark my spot on! My territorial mark should be both aromatic AND visual. I miss you, yellow snow!

Finally, Mum was finished exams so I could get her to MAKE MY XMAS CARDS!! I'm embarrassed she sent them out so late.. please don't look at the postmarkings.. sigh. So of course, I observed all the scrapbooking gear and made sure she toiled all the while. Clearly I am not capable of operating a whip but if I was, I'd sure be one to crack it. HEAR THAT, MUM?? Faster, knave, faster! ..shh.. don't let her see that I said that.. she just got me new biscuits..

Speaking of cookies, my doggy daycare sent me home with a very lovely package from Big Dog, Little Dog!! Miss Sunshade asked if my Mum worked there, because it is close to where we live and Mum made dog cookies for work too.. but alas, no!! A dog could only wish that their booman would bring them home tasty carob treats everyday. It's probably good that mine does not, because on Christmas I ate so many cookies I threw up.
(As a side note, Mum is SUPPOSED to work at a new doggy boutique downtown but that has been somewhat pushed back.. long story.. all I know is that this whole pseudo-working thing made Mum EXTRA WRINKLY this holiday season. I chewed her slippers though to keep her mind off of it.. I am such a good boodog..!)

Anyway, these are the contents of my delicious gift bag!! I know it's hard to see. In this picture there is (from L->R): my soft&floppy yet kissable jowl, a bag of bakery cookies, a SQUEAKY HOT DOG and Mum's Christmas pajamas.

Here are my cookies in all their gloriousness. There were gingerbread and liver cookie squares, a cookie candy cane coated in some pinkish substance (I can only hope it is icing, tinged with the blood of some small animal.. maybe a cat.. or a rhino..), a big flower thing and a giant stocking! They are sealed away to keep in the bakery freshness.. coincidentally that's the same tupperware that I take to daycare with me and Mum fills it with cookies. I should have asked Santa Paws for some bigger tupperware..

Here I am being teased with a giant cookie. I believe this is the canine dictionary definition of the word "unfair." Thus I am making this hideous face.

Mmm, that first cookie was good.. can I have this strangely shaped one next?? Can anyone guess what this is? I wracked my boodog brains.. Mum wracked her feeble booman brains.. and nothin'! Perhaps a deformed paw print?

BE FRIGHTENED, CATS.. this is what Hell will look like for you: THE INSIDE OF MY GIANT MOUTH! Slurrrrp! Down you go.. into the depths of my boodog gullet..

..Oh, and as a side note, I actually have never met a cat before but I have chased a few in my life! I just wanted to sniff 'em.. I swear..

Oh, and this is my very first squeak toy since I was just a puppy. I would never get them when I was growing up because Shilo (Mum's boofriend's Sheltie!) donated a bunch of his to me, and I just chewed them completely apart! Considering that Mum is a broke college kid, she decided that they were not a prudent fiscal choice.. hence, I got indestructable toys. BUT the thing is, pups, I really like toys I can destroy!! And ignore the ones I can't. I have never played with my kong.. nor have I ever played with my new strange lookin' (and also indesctructable) dog toy I got furr Christmas.. I'll show you it later.
Anyway this toy in the photo is a HOT DOG, it SQUEAKS, and I loved it for a whole day until I chewed the squeaky thing out. I wish Justin Timberwolflake could bring squeaky back.

Here I am with my Christmas gifts! However, you will notice that I look more baleful than ever. WHY.. WHY you ask?! Well.. it's because Mum left me home alone almost all day long on Christmas!! I mean, other boomans were home.. but they weren't Mum. THUS..

THIS IS MY CLASSIC LOOK OF PURE RESENTMENT. I scrunch my face up and glare. Mum gets it all the time (but she finds it endearing more than anything else.. what?!). Then again, I am going through my teenage years as a boodog and am entitled to being sassy and melodramatic. Also, I am very upset because NONE OF THESE GIFTS ARE FROM MUM. Yes, that's right - NOTHING from Mum. Well, she did buy me liver cookies but she didn't wrap em or anything.. ugh.. so jealous of all you other dogs in blogland that got warm looking coats and other cool stuff.

All these gifts were from Mum's boofriend. It's nice to see that someone appreciates my charm. Here I am trying to open the first one.. I admit that I had a bit of trouble, but nothing a boodog can't handle.

..especially when all a boodog has to do is look imploringly up at his Mum, and she opens the package for him! Ohhh such charisma we have. I almost cannot stand it.

I have to admit that large, crinkly packages scare me just a wee bit. Especially garbage bags. So this may well have been the gift from Hell.. it was wrapped in shiny, loud paper, which hurt my delicate ears. Once I ~~tricked~~ kindly asked Mum to open it for me, I reeled back when I saw *gasp* the dreaded white plastic bag!! Truly ghastly. I was only comforted when I realized the content was one HUGE buffalo knuckle. Hurrah.. a day of victory for boodogs everywhere!

All my gifts from the boofriend.. lovely, lovely boofriend. Mum says he's just alright sometimes but I quite adore him!! Don't worry, boofriend, you have a pal in me as long as you keep bringing me lovely gifts. That big red toy was the STRANGELY SHAPED INDESTRUCTABLE TOY I was telling you about earlier. When Mum saw it, she had a funny look on her face. I don't know why. Then her boofriend called her a pervy. I still don't get it.

Here I am somewhat posing with my alarmingly tiny cache of Christmas gifts. Please note my look of severe disappointment. Tsk.

A delicious Boxer Day treat.. chewing a rawhide candy cane from Mocha! Mocha doesn't like me, but he got me a toy anyway.. or rather his boomans did. Mocha is a very feisty 5 pound chihuahua.. I'm interested in him and would like to become his friend (I have already endeared myself to his boomans.. they called me gentle! Did you hear that, Mocha? GENTLE.) however I get the feeling if he was maybe 20x the size he is now, he would try to beat me up. :( The woes of being a boodog.

Mum very kindly made a video showing off my prowess at unwrapping gifts. Prepare to be amazed at how effective I am!!

PHOTO EVIDENCE THAT I WAS LEFT HOME ALONE ON CHRISTMAS..

The surface reason I am showing you my booman family is a) because I do indeed love them but more because b) EVIDENCE EVIDENCE EVIDENCE that they had a good time without me! I know - it is all quite freaking insane. On Christmas Day they went to the Vancouver Revolving Restaurant, where Mum tells me of this fantasty lunch they had called a "buffet" where there was endless food. Seriously, she likes to make stuff up to drive me nuts or something. From L->R, it is boofriend, Mum, uncle Tom (yet to find his cabin), a giant oil station of sorts, Grammamama, surrogate Mum, and a strange looking elf.

Ohhh man.. such a long post! I hope you all enjoyed it.. it took 2 hours.. and now I'm EXHAUSTED. Whew.. maybe I'll just curl up here and sleep, dreaming of bootiful MJ..

..and dream of things that make me go BARK in the night!!
Mum loves this video, she's been playing it all night.. what a psycho that lady is sometimes. Listen, boomans.. I know it seems endearing to take videos of your amazing dogs but please do this while we are AWAKE, CONSCIOUS and SOMEWHAT WILLING. Taping us while we sleep is somewhat-to-very creepy. Imagine if you will, boomans, how you would feel if you woke up only to find a blinking camera in your face. Imagine the sheer shock of realizing that someone was recording your most private and inanimate moments. Us boodogs feel that way too. I am now, in addition to insisting that Mums Stay Home on Weekends, boycotting the sleep video.

Happy Howlidays, pups.. I hope your New Years is SAFE! Do not drink champagne.. it makes you fart bubbles..

BURp and Cheerio!
Dudley

Happy Christmas!

2006-12-23T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hi everypup! All cards are out in the mail as of a few days ago.. sorry that I was late :( They will be New Year's cards then!! Imagine a New Year's party hat on my head instead of a Santa one, ok??

Christmas is a bit of a super-wrinkly-sad-face time right now for Mum and me.. we are trying to find a new place to live! I think it's an adventure - but Mum has been looking even more wrinkly than usual. She says it is tough to find a place in Vancouver that lets dogs live there too, especially giant 70lb boo-dogs like me (but I think rent should be free for all boo-dogs and their respective boo-mans). I will sit right beside Mum and help her hunt for a good place, though. She told me she will probably have to not go to school next semester to pay for rent but I SECRETLY am a LITTLE HAPPY to hear that.. not because I am not the greatest, more loyalest boo-dog ever.. but because that means she will get to spend more time with MEMEMEME!
I think that as long as we stick together, we will be okay :)

This isn't stopping me from having a good Christmas so far though.. daycare spoiled me with a treat and toy gift. I've never gotten a squeaky toy before because the likelihood of driving my household insane is very high. But I killed this squeaky hot dog looking toy I got.. now it's not as fun anymore to play with. I also got some gingerbread-y type cookies that are soooo good.. mm.. I love me my cookies.

Anyway boopups.. the last few months have been very stressful and extra wrinkly so that is why I haven't updated as much. I hope you understand! I miss blogging and reading everyone's blog, and hope that in the New Year I can get back at it more regularly. All your cards were the BEST PART of the Christmas season this year, and we really appreciate them! Mum is going away tonight but when she gets home tomorrow I'm going to ask her to go through all the cards again with me so we can get our Christmas spirits perked up again.

LOTS OF LOVE,
from your boo-dog,
Dudley

Bad news, pups :(

2006-12-17T22:27:00.000-08:00

Hey everydog.. FIRST OF ALL, pay lots of attention to the picture of those cookies! At her new job, Mum a) SPENDS SO MUCH TIME AWAY FROM ME and b) makes home-made doggy cookies! So here are some testers that she brought home for me to see which ones I like.. I liked them all.. there are some fruity Christmas trees (well, they're supposed to be fire hydrants), mini liver squares, liver and carob bones, and blueberry stars! NOW.. focus on those cookies and think drooly thoughts while I give you the bad news..

..Well.. burrp.. umm.. Mum and I are very apologetic, but we aren't 100% sure that all Christmas cards will get out to everyone by Christmas!! :( We are working on them tonight! She finally finished exams - whatever those are.. crazy boo-mans and the silly things they do. We are going to send out the Christmas cards that go overseas tomorrow, and the ones for Canada/USA on Tuesday.. I know it is very late, but even if you get them a day after Christmas, would that be ok?? My droopy jowls and wrinkly face implore you!

Please forgive us!! Does seeing me in my wussy Christmas scarf make you feel a little less angry at me? Everytime I receive a card from another pup, I glare at Mum to make sure she gets the message. Anyway, while I lie down on the couch, I will make sure that the overseas cards get done.

OH, and Wally the Corgador tagged me in a Christmas meme! How fun!! Here are The Rules (I don't like rules but I guess it's ok in a game.. unless these rules state that I must relinquish the tug toy).

The Rules: The player of this game starts with "3 things he/ she would love to get for Christmas" and also has to list "3 things he/ she definitely does not want to get for Christmas". Then he/she tags 5 friends and list their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

3 BIG, WRINKLY WANTS:

#1. A huge boo-man sized stocking
#2. ..filled with delicious treats, like meaty jerky and bones and things I can tear apart..
#3. ..and WALLY!

3 ANTI-WANTS:

#1. Mum being very busy this season and not PLAYING with me at home all the time!!
#2. An upset tummy.. resulting in icky poops.
#3. For anything bad to happen to anypup anywhere in the world, this season and beyond and FUR-EVER!

Happy Howlidays to all my furry friends :)

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

More blogs added!

2006-12-05T20:35:00.000-08:00

BURP! Hey guys, I've taken a couple of minutes out of my busy schedule of chewing barbecue rawhide bones to announce the latest blogs I've added to my links :) All of them are unique and fun, and I know some of them you'll have seen before but go visit again anyway!

NEW LINKS!
Bond the Golden Retriever - another pal from Singapore :)
Bosco the Chocolate Lab - what a BOO-tiful coat this guy has
Sam-I-Am the Weimeraner - award for bloggest hard to find!
Tian-Shi the Pekingese - hooray for finding a forever home!
BLU and Comet - the first ones I received an Xmas card from!
Marvin the Cool Canine - an awesome dude from beautiful Scotland!
Samson the Boxer - Another stumpy butt and wrinkly face!

AND announcing Goldie the Maltese/Havanese X's NEW DOG BLOG! Goldie is Germaine's doggie.. stinky Germaine is my Mum's old co-worker! Mum tells me that on their breaks together all they used to do was talk about ME and GOLDIE! So, really, we are a pair of very special, spoiled pooches :) So, we have another addition to the local Vancouver dog blogs! HURRAH!

Let me know if you'd like to be added to my list.. I add anyone who comments, even if it's just to say woof. All our pawsome blogs should be shared with EVERYONE.. four-legged and two-legged alike!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

PS - Thanks to everyone so far for the Christmas cards! We are still making ours and hope to send them out this weekend *paws crossed*

[EDIT] PPS - We realized there are more dogs than we ordered photos for! There are 67 dogs that we counted (including all the new additions, plus the ones who requested to be taken off.. we still want to give a little canine Christmas cheer to you guys too!) but we only have 60 photos. Mum JUST ordered some more photos online to put into our cards.. this also means that not all of you will get the same cards because we bought 60 of the same type awhile ago. THEREFORE 7 special dogs will get different ones, but they'll never know heehee! We would like to hand-make every single card but we just don't have the time :*( In fact, Mum should be studying for her final tomorrow but I am CRACKING THE WHIP and demanding that she start some of these cards. We are still trying to be crafty this year so keep your paws crossed that Mum doesn't accidentally glue me to the table..

PPPS - VISIT MY GRRRRLFRIEND, SUNSHADE! Heehee, happy now?

I'M BACK! ..with style.

2006-12-04T19:08:00.000-08:00

OHHH it's been so long since Mum has let me blog. FINALLY! My paws have been crossed (I even tried crossing my dewclaws) and I have been EXTRA GOOD since last month. I thought maybe I'd been a naughty boy, and she was pawnishing me :( But as it turns out, there wasn't anything wrong with me.. it was her!

Well, here is what's been going down for the past month.. I wish I could tell you something more exciting, but I guess lazy days are just intrinsic to a dog's life, right?? I sort of remember this same time last year, Mum was also very, very busy. She still took me out for long walks and snuggled me a lot BUT even though I was still just a puppy she STILL would be gone for a few hours at a time, leaving me Mum-less (and oh so sad)! Well, here's the reason.. she says she's had lots of papers to do, but I know better. Here is what university students do, everyone, in case some of you have forgotten..
a) they stay up all night long typing away on "MSN" and texting messaging other people, who are also up late "writing papers" and "doing projects"
b) they fall asleep at 2am, and tell ME to wake them up "in an hour.. or two.. three, if I seem really sleepy.. good night.. Dud..leyyy.. " (Mum, I am NOT your personal alarm clock!)
c) they wake up at 8am and freak out because their paper is due at 4:30pm and they have not yet started it, yet they have had lots of ample time to do so
d) Mum says she "pawcrastinates" a lot by playing with me and snugglng my squishy face.. this is okay with me.

Here is a picture of me GUARDING Mum's notes! Nobody is allowed to sit on her notebook but ME! Whenever she spreads her books out on the floor I like to nibble and then sleep on them :) They make great cushions. This was from her American Lit essay session on Saturday night.. shh, don't tell her that I told you this but she didn't do anything all night long! Heehee.. still, chalk one up for the MSHOW (Mums Stay Home on Weekends) alliance..

This was from an all-nighter session.. a silly presentation she had to do for her Victorian Lit class on Gregor Mendel! I know, how silly, right? Oh well.. I don't know about books but I like peas..!

Yawn, yawn, yawn.. Mum really likes to leave stuff to the last minute. First of all, this photo was STAGED.. I was only sleeping on ONE book and a notebook! How did THREE books get there? Must have been the work of an evil boo-man!!

Well, I'm not sleeping on any books in this one; however, I did lie down right in front of the heater to take a nap and thus blocked Mum off from studying her notes! I think she should study the art of dog massage.. and then put her talents to good use.

Other exciting news, pups? Well, I'm sure you guys all saw Sunshade's photos on her blog and you'll know it SNOWED here in Vancouver! Hurray!! But before there was snow.. there were DUDLEY'S LEAVES!

These are ALL MINE!

Mum dragged me out one morning for pictures.. but brr, it was still chilly out and all I wanted to do was sleep. I settled for lying in the leaves but only because I was coerced with cookies.

I love cookies! And for my blog's version of "Where's Waldo?".. there is half a Milkbone hiding in those leaves.. can you find it??

Finally, here are my stitches from my entropion surgery. Dr. Smith said he was DEEElighted with the results :) Mum says I look extra handsome now, but we still have to see him for one more check-up.

Now, maybe a week or two ago we got a special letter in the mail..

Who could it be for?

IT WAS FOR ME!!!!! Mum let me try to open the envelope, but I don't have a lot of finesse so she just got a pair of scissors instead. I'm a little insulted.. why get scissors when you have my razor sharp fangs??

My first DogWithBlogs Christmas card! THANKS A TON TO COMET AND BLU!! You guys made our day :)

And this all leads to..

VANCOUVER'S FIRST SNOW DAY!!

The first few tentative paw steps..

I like to run circles on my balcony and ruin the perfectness!

I got a snowflake in my eye!
("That's what she said..")
It also shouldn't surprise you that these photos were taken in the middle of the night, when Mum was pulled yet another "all nighter." :p

Then we went inside to have some Christmas oranges.. a delicious 3am snack! Mum let me have my very own orange.. burrrrp.. at first I wasn't sure what to do so I tried to peel it just like boo-mans do!

I ate my orange segment by segment, too! But since then, I've been given a few more oranges and I've found a better way to eat them: CHOMP AND CHEW!

A foggy view of our city's mountain from our front window!

This was our first real SNOWDAY in Vancouver. Classes and appointments were cancelled (Mum wasn't too happy because she wanted to take me to see Dr. Gary) and Mum and I spent the entire day playing in the snow! But, we didn't take any photos in the front yard because Mum was afraid I would find something to run away to.. I was bad and ran away to investigate some scents and enjoy my FREEDOM when we were hiking the trail 2 weeks ago and she's been scared I'll do the same thing again. She can't be as extra careful if she has a camera in her hand. (I'm quite the rebel!)

I wish I could have gotten some photos of me in the front and back yards to show you. The snow came up PAST MY SHOULDERS! It was so much fun to gallop through it all. We didn't get as much snow on our balcony but I still had tons o' fun.

Mmm.. snow is one of my favorite holiday treats!

My drool icicles :)

SNOWSICLE..

Snowballs.. the only type of ball that I am fast enough to catch!

PHEW.. Mum let me show off a LOT of my photos to make up for my long hiatus. I missed reading your blogs and I know I've got lots to catch up on!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

At least they go in the front end and not the back...

2006-11-13T19:33:00.000-08:00

Hey fellow pups! Well, this is my daily "habit" now.. three times a day. I have to say I'm not impressed. Couldn't I have been prescribed something else.. like, say, bacon? I take these every 8 hours.. or, sort of, anyway.. Mum tries hard to be diligent at feeding them to me on time, but I have to give her a bit of sympathy since one of these feeding times falls at 2AM (nope, she didn't plan it out very well!). I'm a bit of a jerk when it comes to being fed pills.. and these pills were HUGE before they got cut into half for easier swallowing. Ptooey.. I'd rather be eating cats..

Which is why yesterday night this mysterious, delicious-smelling bag entered my house and sat on the kitchen table for a while, tantalizing my senses!! Oh yes, please take note of that chair leg which I've chewed.. good work, eh? There's Gramma's sudoku.. I sit next to her while she does it, in hopes that she will give me some MEAT! MEAT MEAT MEAT. This is usually not the case.. maybe this has something to do with her being a part-time vegetarian??

Mmm.. it smells sooo good. But, my question here is.. why do they make things so hard for us dogs to open? Plastic bag, sure, I can tear it apart with my BIG GIANT FANGS.. big and giant.. big and giant.. but what the heck is that plastic cover thingy and why is it stopping me from EATING THIS MEAT?

Well, as it turns out, this chicken is for ME to eat with my pills! One WHOLE ROAST CHICKEN.. I've never been happier. HAPPY BURPS FOR EVERYONE! I'm not sharing though..
Mum de-skinned it and picked all the meat off for me. Of course I helped by eating the little bits. I kid you not, I'm always freakin' helpful. I also like to block the refridgerator door at dinnertime with my large butt so no one can put any leftovers away.. heehee.. I want them all for myself! But Gramma always talks about "cutting calories" anyway or whatever the heck that means.. if she's cutting calories then I want some..
Anyway this is my bowl of chicken!

I told you I don't share!! Well, I guess Mum could have some if she really wanted.. but of course she loves me so much she wouldn't steal my delicious chicken. Right, Mum??

I guess pills really aren't that bad, as long as I get something tasty with them. Otherwise, Mum just tries to shove the pill down the back of my throat but she doesn't like doing this because she knows I DON'T LIKE IT.. especially when delicate ol' me is still getting over this cough deal. I gag and make faces and glare at her, she ends up with a fist full of viscous droolies and in the end I spit it up anyway so let's just put the pill in MEAT, okay?? This whole chicken is supposed to last me all the way until Wednesday, but I'm very good at eating just the chicken and spitting out the pill that's hidden inside. I'm not just brawn, after all.. ladies.. ahem.

After my chicken I like to kick back with a barbecue rawhide bone. These always perplex me.. I bite it.. and I bite it.. and it's not like they break off or anything so I can eat the bits (like with my beef knuckles). No, they just get soppy and wet. Not that I mind.. then I like to wave my head around with my floppy wet bone in my mouth. Anyone at my eye level really has to watch out, especially if they are sitting on the floor (MY DOMAIN.. the couches are also mine). I've hit Mum once or twice before with it and left big yummy messes all over her.. I don't think she liked the time I hit her in the face though.

Oops, here I got some up my nose! Seriously, can't a boo-dog chomp on a little rawhide without the PUPARAZZI (Mum!!) taking photos every 2 freakin' minutes? Pah..

Anyway guys, Mum and I are really looking forward to this Dogs With Blogs Christmas card exchange! Mum has already bought some pretty cards to send out to everyone, but still needs to take a festive photo of me to include. I promise not to co-operate.. so if the photo that you receive is just a blurry mass of red, white and brindle then I apologize in advance, but boo-dogs have our dignity. I am a King, not a fat elf.. but Mum says that is debatable, whatever that means..

**Mum also apologizes if the cards are not super, super spiffy because she has finals to read up on for, and says she is currently trying to wade through some "doorstopper" books. What an excuse-generator. (And if that is even so, then why did she leave me alone all weekend again to GO OUT to be a POTTY ANIMAL without ME??) I myself have already nibbled a bit on Joyce's Ulysses, I can tell you now that it is a very palatable novel, though very DENSE! Next, I will taste-test Eliot's Middlemarch and various works of Faulkner and Morrison. Maybe their covers will be up to par. I ate a Wharton cover last year.. VERY, VERY GOOD EDITION!! I think I should be an English major.. I am almost halfway there, being an English boo-dog!**

Anyway, this boo-dog is off to watch the telly and eat more rawhide..

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

PS - Check out this quiz I got from Wally, who got it from Buster. Right on the button!!

Bulldog
Take this quiz!

Though what's this crap about not appealing to everyone? Whatever.. Wally loves me and wants to be my boo-dog girlfriend (since he got a bulldog for his answer too! I think we're kindred spirits) and that's GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

My sick day!

2006-11-09T21:43:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, thank you for all your kind comments regarding my health.. but, wow, if all sick days are as comfortable as this..!! No wonder boo-mans always take "sick" days off at work.. especially on Mondays.. when, as Meredith from The Office says, "people talk too loudly and the lights are too bright." Mum tucking warm towels around me that are fresh from the clothes dryer.. a hand-made pink pillow under head.. plus my couch blanket was just washed too!

But yesterday I wasn't doing nearly as well.. I was coughing, wheezing and throwing up my phlegmy drool and precious apples. I also peed in my bed, and had (as Dave Chappelle would say) mud butt :( It wasn't fun AT ALL. I just couldn't control anything.. I slept all day, and everyone was so worried about me - and rightly so, since I am King of Boo-Dogs after all. We couldn't get an appointment with my good friend, Dr. Gary Smith, until today though but by today I was looking much better anyway. I coughed and hacked up some stuff for him in his office, just to prove that I was still sick though.. I am so dramatic.

Anyway, although I have my bordatella shots, I still have doggy cough (Dr. Gary says some strains can still get through.. he also says Parvo is going around the lower mainland because of some crazy puppy-mill lady in Langley to BE CAREFUL, local doggies!) so I have to take these GIANT blue pills! I'll get Mum to take photos of them later. I hate taking pills but the best part is that Mum'll slip them into something really tasty (that I shouldn't normally be eating!!) like tonight I got sweet and sour chicken heh heh heh.. now when I burp, it smells like tastiness.
Unfortunately I also have a mild case of entropion, which means my bottom eyelid is a little rolled in and rubs against the surface of my eye. It doesn't bother me TOO much but every so often, on a bad day, I squint a lot. Mum could never figure it out but thought it was just an after-effect of my cherry eye surgeries. I've had THREE.. yes, that's right.. THREE eye surgeries to correct my cherry eyes, which keep coming back! There's also a description of cherry eye on that page.. but here's a jolly visual for you:

Just a few weeks after coming home from the breeder, my inner eyelid gland popped out! Yikes, it wasn't a pretty sight.. so we got it fixed right away or else it could cause dry-eye later on. Unfortunately it kept coming back.. Mum frankly didn't think the vet we were going to had much experience with bulldog problems so we went to see Dr. Gary, who Mum and I both LOVE LOVE LOVE!! He's so gentle with me, Mum is always amazed at how willing I am to do anything Dr. Gary says.
Anyway, my OWN theory (well and a little of Mum's too) is that it kept on coming back because my face kept growing and changing when I was a puppy. I think the muscles in my face kept shifting and moving, so certain muscles pressed on the gland and kept popping it out. It wasn't until I was a year old, and my face had more or less stopped growing, that the surgery finally worked. Dr. Gary says my glands are very big.. yes yes.. just like the rest of me.. you should have seen me before the neuter, WHEW, you ladies would have been all over me. Mum has a picture of my two boys before they went to la la land, but she doesn't think any one else would appreciate it.

Mum's been trying to cheer me up all night because I'm pretty sad about having to have yet another surgery.. I've been very sluggish and *BURRrrrppppp* depressed. She's sort of taken advantage of that.. she's been using me as a pillow. SIGH. Remember, I am KING of Boo-Dogs, not a peon, and should be treated accordingly as such.

She showed me some of the photos she took of me with her Rebel camera, to remind me how handsome I am. I mean, truth be told, nobody has to remind me what a buff ol' stud I am but it's okay, I like looking at photos of myself once in a while. I mean, I like Mum and all but after a while you get tired of looking at the same old scenery.. plus she is always grumpy and scowling these days because she says she has lots of papers due!

Yes, yes.. soo handsome, rugged, distinguished, chiseled - and did I mention modest? I really am on the market for a boo-dog girlfriend though.. I see everyone else playing with their same breeds and they all have cute significant others. SIGH.. Scuba has his bull terrier girl.. two boxers that I know have other boxer girls to play with.. Sunshade has Bogie (BARF!!). Sigh.. well, maybe at the next Vancouver bulldog meet-up I'll have a little luck :)

Oh yeah.. everyone in Boo-Land thinks my legs look like something.. can you guess what it is?

A GIANT CHICKEN THIGH! Mum always jokes how if it came down to it and she had to EAT ME (what???????) it would be my juicy leg that would be FIRST to go. SERIOUSLY, ARE YOUR MUMS THIS MEAN TO EVEN SPECULATE ABOUT EATING YOU?? I don't know what to make with this.. this is why I sleep with one eye open. To make sure no one eats my leg.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Grumble, grumble..

2006-11-06T19:32:00.000-08:00

You know, Mum had all week to let me on the computer to blog but of course she always interrupts me right when I am chewing on my delicious beef knuckle. Mmm.. embarrassing story, pups.. I have to admit, I am a little scared of my beef knuckle. When Mum brings me one home, you better believe I'm drooling but when she sets it on the floor I sort of don't know what to do with it! Mum sometimes takes a little bit of it apart for me.

..I eventually figure it out! Here I am, being such a good dog and ignoring Mum's socks.. what a slob, leaving her crap all over my carpet. Have some respect!! When I was just a pup, I used to LOOOVE socks! Mum had some tiny ankle socks, and when nobody was home I went and snuck them out from behind the heater (where she hides her socks from me in the living room when she is too lazy to put them in the hamper.. again, SLOB!). Gramma came home and gave me heck for chewing on one of them.. but.. where was the other sock?? Heh heh heh.. nobody knew where it went, they thought I had hidden it.. but, the TRUTH is my little secret.

Well, TWO days later, Mum woke up from a nap on the couch and didn't have her glasses or contacts in, but she saw something underneath the dining room table. Now, this was back in the day when I was still generous enough to leave gifts around the house so Mum crawled over to the UNKNOWN lying on the floor, thinking it was a little stinky love gift from me.. but instead, sure enough, it was MY sock! I either pooped it out or threw it up! Hooray for me!!
Of course, she realized it was my pooped out sock only AFTER she had held it an inch away from her face and smelled it to see what it was.. HEH HEH HEH.. I am so good at playing doggy tricks on Mum :)
Anyway she knows how dangerous that COULD have been, so Mum considers herself very lucky because I am a VERY accident-prone boo-dog!

I trust you all notice my beautiful uni-fang there. I wish I could tell you that, with these boo-dog jaws of mine, I CAN CRUSH BONE!! (..but I can't, really..)

I like to hoard all my bone bits by the fan in the living room! This way Mum can't find them.. or that's what I thought, until one day, SNAP! She took a photo.. I guess to make up for the fact that she had to (BURP!) smell my poo sock. Darnit, the fan was such a good hiding spot too.. right in the middle of the room.. so convenient :(

Well let me tell you, fellow pups, that the last few days I haven't been blogging have been foggy as anything here in Vancouver! It was rainy and cold, so Mum made me put on the raincoat.. one day she will learn the wrath of Dudley.. and to add insult to injury she thought it would be cute to take a picture of me peeing.

..Okay, I admit it. I still pee like a girl. But.. other bulldogs.. Cyrus, Brody? I hear other bulldogs also pee like girls too, not because WE ARE ANY LESS MANLY (ahem!!) but because of our morphology! It is simply easier for me to pee like a delicate lady. I attest this simply to my laziness too.. because laziness >>> manliness.

This is me, trying to go for a poop but all Mum wants to do is take photos.. grr.. there is only so much I can do before the peristalsis kicks in.

I must admit, I am not a rugged dog. I enjoy the trail every now and then, and I love dog parks, but brr ask me to go outside in the fog for 5 minutes and when I get home I'll try to shake it off! SHAKE OFF THE FOG!

Anyway, once we got inside it was time for dinner. Now, it has taken Mum a very long time to find a food that I wasn't allergic to.. I've tried holistic food, veterinarian diets and high-protein diets, but nothing is good to me except for Royal Canin Bulldog formula.
But, Mum decided to treat me that day with half a can of Innova turkey&chicken.. mm..

This is my angry face.. well, angrier than usual face.. feed me now!

Mmm.. soo good.. every once in a while, Mum does something right. Not often, but sometimes. Letting me lick the spoon is totally one of them. When Gramma went away for a month, Mum cooked almost everyday (well, exaggeration, but sometimes I like to make Mum look pretty good) and I got to lick the spoon! And if there were healthy leftovers, I got some.. like roast chicken :) Mmm, mm life sure was good while Gramma wasn't around.. don't tell her I said that though.. she always feeds me treats everyday.. but they are healthy treats.. UGH..

OOOH delish, delish! My kibble mixed with delicious smelly canned food! Aren't I charming, lifting a paw for my meal? This is my trick for EVERYthing.. if Mum is mad at me, I give her my paw.. if I want some food, I give her my paw.. if I want my belly itched, I give her my paw.. and her heart melts, because I am adorable, and I get my way! It works everytime, you should try it, pups.

But this was also the day that Mum realized that high-protein diets may not be for me, because the next day I woke up and within an hour I was in the car on my way to the vet's, looking like this:

No, no, I already know I look SUPER HANDSOME.. but do you notice something else??
Yes, that's right, I'm WEARING THE CONE! :((

I had a bad allergic reaction to the food and my face swelled up.. I seriously think Mum is the biggest jerkface in the whole world for taking photos of me in such a debilitated condition. She APPARENTLY felt bad for me but thought I was very cute (well of course) with my enlarged wrinkles and tiny beady eyes! I woke up at 6am rubbing my face into anything and everything I could, including sharp corners and the furry carpet! I WAS SO ITCHY!! The cone was put on me so I wouldn't hurt myself.. I always have an emergency cone, just in case. I don't mind them THAT much, but they are just a total fashion faux pas.
I think I will get my Mum a cone for Halloween next year, and I will wear mine too and we can be sick dogs together.

Anyway, the kind vet gave me two shots, one of antihistamine and one of something else, and it brought down my swelling and my itchies.. but gosh, it made me so slow and sleepy! I know.. slowER, and sleepiER?? I didn't think it could be possible either but I was out for the whole day.

It might be hard to see, but please note the string of drool attached from my left jowl to my cone.

I felt much better and the next day, I went to daycare. I was naughty, and even though I did my business at home already, I dribbled a little in the car and pooped again inside at daycare! Gramma thinks that maybe I should have stayed at home, because the antihistamines might still have affected me somehow. I mean, I don't really mind the vet 'cause the girls there are so nice to me and call me "handsome" and "big boy" and all those other obvious compliments.. but they always seem to do strange things to me.. sigh..

Anyway, pups, it's really late so I will go rest my head on this cute pink pillow that my auntie made.. I swear it's manlier than I'm describing it.. yawn..

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Dudley's Mum: It seems as though Dudley has fallen sick from something at daycare, because he didn't seem right when he came home last night. This morning he woke up, wheezing and coughing continuously. He managed to throw up some foam, a mixture of drool and phlegm, and some apples from last night, but still continued to wheeze after. My mom looked after him while I was in class today and said he dripped a little diarrhea, but mostly slept all day. :( Tonight when I came home, he got super excited and started doing the bum dance, and got over-excited and started to choke and cough again (of course my mom yelled at me for disturbing his sleep.. "why did you call his name.. let him sleep.. what's wrong you.." yes mom..). So far tonight, all he has done is sleep and lick water from my fingers.. he is cuddled up with a heater, blankets and his pink pillow. He got up to pee but is mostly very lethargic and sadder-looking than ever!
Anyway we are whisking him off to the vet tomorrow in Surrey which was unfortunately the earliest appointment we could get with him. The local vet we went to for the antihistamines has very little experience with bulldogs and we only ever see him for minor things. Please keep your paws and fingers crossed that it is nothing serious.. Dudley has already gone through his fair share of surgeries considering his young age, and I just hope the news we hear tomorrow will be good news.
Whew I hope Dudley doesn't find about this note 'til much later.. he'll be mad at me for infiltrating his blog.. teehee! Well, that's what you get for sitting on my hair when you have poop on your butt.
Oh yeah, COMPLETE non-dog side note.. I think I previously posted that DUDLEY SAID I WAS 84 IN DOG YEARS. Let's clarify that. Apparently I cannot do math. I am 147 in dog years.. yes yes, ancient, I know (but at least I'm not a 12 year old, which would be creepy in a way!).

A day in the life of Dudley

2006-11-05T12:35:00.000-08:00

Hi, pups! This is a short post.. as I have been very busy in the last week doing important dog things. I'll make a longer post later! This short comic strip will illustrate a day in the life of ME, Dudley.. this is what I've been doing all week long.

I am very important. BURP.
I am also very talented, as I helped with making that little comic strip. Chewing my pig's ear beside Mum helps, right? Anyway, I don't quite like that last frame and I made it very clear when I smushed my soggy pig ear all along Mum's clean sweater. The thing is, this morning when I went for my 9am poop (not only am I very important, I am also very regular!) something strange happened when I was done! It felt like there was someone tugging on my butt :( OH my dog it drove me nuts.. I didn't know what it was, and trust me it was SCARY! So I RAN home.. and I RAN under the table.. then I RAN from corner to corner.. banging into walls and doors as I slid to a stop. Then I RAN and JUMPED onto the couch and sat on Mum's hair. I tried to nap for a little but I couldn't!
Finally I jumped off the couch and hid under the table again.. ohh my poor boo-tiful bum, some unseen force was doing mean things to it! Suddenly Mum couldn't stop laughing because she saw what the problem was. After she settled down, she explained it to me.

Sometimes I swallow a strand of hair or two when I lick the carpet or chew on my toys and it *blush* gets caught in my poop. When I was done my business today, I still had a strand of hair caught in my bum hanging out, and there were little poo bits hanging off of it.. hitting my bum as I ran! I was being chased by my own poo :((
I'M SO EMBARRASSED.. don't tell anyone..
sigh.. I hope beautiful Miss Sunshade still wants to make me her man#4 after hearing about my shameful morning.
Oh well, the best part is that I sat on Mum's long hair when I still had poo on my butt.. heh heh heh. There is a justice at work here.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

Happy Howloweenie!

2006-10-31T22:13:00.000-08:00

Oh my DOG, it has been forever since my last update! I tried to open the laptop cover with my nose.. but, well, I don't have a very big snout (sigh.. one more point for longer-nosed dogs). Well, on the bright side there has been a lot of action. Not on the playing front but lots on the TREAT FRONT! I will elaborate further but let me tell you all about my weekend!!

Now, I must admit I am what some people would call a "low energy" dog. I'm slightly miffed by this description.. I think I'm energy efficient. However, this weekend I was BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS! So Mum took me to the park so I could play chase-me-chase-you, but I was suddenly lazy when we got there.

Mum tried to get me to play by waving a leaf in my face..

But I would rather eat it!

Suddenly it started to rain, but luckily Mum didn't plan for it, so I didn't have that stinky raincoat on. So we went home, where Mum brought out that AWFUL REBEL THING that kept flashing bright lights at me. BOY, I DIDN'T LIKE IT!

THAT REBEL AGAIN.. BURRRP..

..Wait until..

..I get my..

..considerably large PAWS ON YOU!

Mm.. so that's what a rebel tastes like! Mum finally put it away and just played tug o' war with me.. I think she got tired faster than me, but only because like I've said before, I'm such a robust and LOVELY specimen of a boo-dog. You are all welcome to sniff my considerable bum.

Oh, but more delicous than a Rebel (I know, how is that possible?) are HOWLOWEENIE COOKIES! Oh my dog.. I've never had a cookie THIS delicious before. And best yet? There wasn't just one cookie.. there were FOUR HOWLOWEENIE COOKIES made JUST for me!

The first 3 were from Mum's co-workers, who surprised her with a going-away dinner because apparently she's leaving her job! HOPEFULLY this means more time with her Studly Dudley.. because I am the most important thing ever in her life.. right, Mumsie?? At her new job, she will be selling all natural raw dog food and other doggy thingies.. so she says she might switch me over to raw food. My delicate skin is just so sensitive though.. OH, I just don't know!
Anyway Mum's co-workers knew how much she loves me so they even included cookies from Three Dog Bakery!! I feel so special =)

Mmm.. I'm eating my name-cookie.. this was the BEST cookie ever. I've never had dog-chocolate before - this was my first time. I seriously felt some stirring in my loins. Mum was jealous, she wanted to eat this cookie!

RARR.. I'll get that pesky cat!! Now, fellow doggies, cats are great.. to chase. And now that I know how good they taste, I'll make sure to chase them extra hard next time!!

I just came home from daycare in this picture.. which might explain why I look so tired. BOY, let me tell you dogs, daycare is FANTASTIC! Sometimes Mum can't take me to a dog park (there are none that are close enough to walk to and that lame-o can't drive), and a lot of the time I am too lazy to go on walks anyway so it's tough for me to get my exercise. So we found Pup Culture!! I love everydog there.. I am the ONLY dog there who never naps, all day long, and sometimes I'm there for 10-12 hours. Just goes to show MY PLAYING STAMINA..
Anyway, they gave me a TASTY cookie from the local Big Dog Little Dog Bakery and look, it even has Mum's nickname for me on it, 'Boo!'

Gosh.. soooooo good.. yum yum. Doggy icing.. they even have little doggy m&m's for eyes! All mine.. delicious.. *drooool*

This is me and Mum when we answered the door tonight. Aren't we a nice pair? I made an improvement to her head though.. I think she looks much more handsome now! But we only got maybe 20 pups at the door?! :(( My favorite pup was this little 3 year old boo-man.. he was a firefighter, and so small! I came up right up to his neck.. and I put my nose in his face and he pet it gently. What a nice boo-man, I wish they were all like that.. not noisy and all gangly and stuff, ugh. I especially don't like boo-mans who DRESS ME UP like a poof..

Anyway kiddos.. it's time for this English Boo-dog to hit the sack. Mum made this embarrassing video of me. Well, SOME might consider it embarrassing but I just think it shows my sensitive side!! Ahem, the only really embarrassing part is when my jowls start twitching.. I must be dreaming of my cookies!!
I hope you all had a FUN, scare-free Halloween FULL of treats =)

BURP & Cheerio!
Dudley

MSHOW!!!!

2006-10-27T01:13:00.000-07:00

Okay, Mum has JUST announced to me that I may not have computer access all weekend. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, MUM?? I must admit that I am not as agile as other big dogs (I consider myself a large dog - if only because I have the butt of one) and my paws can't always hit the right keys.. so Mum types for me sometimes.. shh, let's just keep that between you and I. Luckily she hasn't started inserting her own "notes" and "edits" so I think I'm safe for now.. or else the couch gets it!

Anyway, as some of you may or may not know, it is Howloweenie next week. I am excited because I'm told this means lots of candy.. today I got to eat some Rockets, mm, mm, they were good! But Gramma saw me nibbling on some ones that had fallen on the floor and BURP, is Gramma scary when she sees me doing stuff I guess I shouldn't be doing!! But it wasn't even my fault, because someone knocked them onto the carpet.. which is my domain. I had to relinquish them anyway.. darn.. keep your paws crossed that someone drops something else!

Not only does Howloweenie mean candy, but Mum tells me that for boo-mans her age it means you get to dress up and "chillax to the max." Mum speaks bad English sometimes, it's hard to understand her. She is 147 (not 84!!) in dog years, in case that explains anything. Are your boo-mans doing anything?
So boo-mans dress up for Howloweenie.. that's great. But leave me out of it! However, Mum thinks it would be fun for me to help her answer to door on Howloweenie wearing a - GRRRR - costume.

Okay who is this Snow White character and why am I dressed like her??

Mum says it looks like I ate a poison apple here..

Again, I'll take one more photo but I ain't looking at the camera.. in fact.. I'm not looking at anything at all!!

Mum is dressing up as a pirate, she thinks she is cute or something. WHATEVER. Clearly I am the more adorable one, despite being dressed up as Snow White. I would be the most adorable even if I was shaved and covered in chicken feathers.

Anyway, as I was saying, although Howloweenie involves CANDY and GREETING KIDS at the door - I am sure Snow White will delight them - it also involves Mums going out all weekend long, leaving beautiful boo-dogs at home. Hence, MSHOW! Moms STAY HOME on WEEKENDS! It is a new club that I am adamant about putting into action, so please show some support. Thus, Mum will not have the computer on for much of the weekend because she will be busy with other, non-boo-dog "things." HMPH!

Mum made a quick video to show that my testosterone levels are in no way effected by wearing a girly costume.

GRRRRR!! She likes to tease me with her finger.. she tried to pick my nose. I know she likes to take my toys so as soon as she touched my nose, I clamped my other paw on my rope! But I'm just playing.. I love tug of war, it is my MOST FAVORITE game EVER (next to "fart on Mum" and "dutch-oven"). I sound like a big meanie, but that is the ONLY time I ever growl. I am such a sweetheart. So sweet, that I DON'T KNOW WHY MUM WOULD LEAVE ME AT HOME. EVER. PERIOD.
I'm still going to go sulk on the couch.

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

My silly playing..

2006-10-25T22:08:00.000-07:00

Today Mum brought home a VERY pesky thing in a box. Apparently it was named after me.. since I'm such a Rebel (peeing on the couch and such - twice!). All I know is that I DON'T LIKE IT because she put me in the kitchen for an hour while she sat and pet the Rebel the whole time, ignoring me. I don't know what there is to pet, since there isn't any fur on it. Why wouldn't she want to pet my glorious brindle coat? BURP. She said that I am such a big galumph that I would wreck the thing.. stupid Mum.. doesn't she know what delicate little things us boo-dogs are?

Here I am trying to bite the box, because it's caused me so much grief!! A WHOLE HOUR in the kitchen.. they shoulda taken a picture of me and labelled it "Saddest Boo-dog In the Whole of Boo-Land!" HMPH.

Stupid "Rebel".. I don't know what you are, but I don't like you already!!

I guess the only good thing is that Mum has something else to take photos of aside from me.. I have yet to determine whether this is a good or bad thing. Whatever. I burp on you. Burp burp BURP!!

Finally Mum put the "Rebel" away.. it took her a long time, plus she even gave it a name. What a putz.. does anyone else have booman parents that are THIS NERDY? Anyway, finally she let me out the kitchy boy oh boy but then I wanted to play! Mum filmed me playing.. I guess this is okay, since the attention is back on me but ruh roh! I am having trouble figuring out how to put videos on my page. Mum is trying to help me. I guess she feels bad 'cause when I was trying to get her to play, she just took videos of me instead! Grr! That's why I grabbed the camera cord towards
the end and tried to take off with it.. silly Mum. She should know better by now.

Isn't it apparent that Mum sucks at taking videos? I had to tilt my head to watch this.. sheesh..

Licks and love nips to Miss Sunshade for giving Mum the idea to take videos of me.. THANKS SUNSHADE.. as if photos weren't bad enough!

And to add insult to a day full of emotional injury, I had to wear this dorky raincoat. I got this last year when I was still just a puppy.. let's just say it's quite the tight fit now, especially around my thick handsome neck. Look how unhappy I am.. I'm going to start a petition. No wait, scratch that, TWO petitions:
a.) MSHOW - Mums Stay Home On Weekends.. because I hate spending weekend nights alone when Mum is out being a potty animal. Who wants to sign??
b.) NMR - Mum is laughing at this one, because she used to take organic chemistry and thinks I am talking about Nuclear Magnetic Resonance. No, Mum, I am not that smart.. this is my petition for NO MORE RAINCOATS!! I like getting wet with Vancouver rain.. best smelling rain EVER.

I can attest to the nuttiness of Mum, because she put this on me just so I could go outside for 30 seconds to take a squat. It was barely drizzling.. I am not a putz.. I am a manly manly boo-dog..

Alright, one more. But I refuse to look at the camera and you are so getting farted on tonight.

Whew! That was my day, fellow dogbloggers.. I hope your days weren't filled with being IGNORED and PUNISHED and MOCKED! Ohh and anyone who wants to comment, I will add your blog to my list of links there on the right.. I think all our dogblogs are wonderful and creative, so I want to share them with EVERYONE!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

My super fun day!

2006-10-23T21:14:00.000-07:00

First of all, I want to give big slobbery kisses to all the dogbloggers out there kind enough to leave me a comment! Now, I'm not usually that big of a suck.. but.. *blush* aww who am I kidding, I really appreciate it. It makes me feel very welcome, in a world where longer-faced dogs reign king *sigh* :)

So yesterday, Mum finally took a day off work to take me to the monthly Vancouver Bulldog Meetup! I was really excited, because I haven't been there since I was a pup - but then, as it turns out, she took me to the wrong park! Mum's boo-friend took us to Charleston Park in West Vancouver (because Mum is silly and still can't drive! Plus the meeting was at COOPERS Park!) where I frolicked a LOT! Now, keep in mind that 5 minutes of tug-of-war and fetch with Mum usually does me in.. so imagine what 2 hours of romping with my new friend, Cisco the Pointer did to me!

Here we are! At the park.. boy, am I anxious to get out to play! I don't know where we are yet at this point, but it smells sooo good outside..

This is me and my buddy Cisco.. our butts at least! Wow, can Cisco ever run.. burrrrp.. here he is investigating his ball, but he soon abandoned it to play with me! That's my buddy :)

This picture is a little hard to see but I'm sure you can pick out my gorgeous frame, right?? This is False Creek.. there are LOTS of things to do around False Creek, like sit on a boat and look pretty. Some of Mum's silly friends once tried to swim in False Creek when they were "wobbly".. they got very sick! Mum says it's because False Creek connects with a sewage line? Hmm! I'll stick with the puppy pond at Charleston Park, thanks..

Another one of False Creek.. plus that Australian Shepherd there on the right - wow, talk about smart! Mum says I could do that stuff too but why the heck would I wanna when I could shmoooooze with hot French Bulldogs instead? Yeah that's what I thought..

..pantpant..pantpant.. Cisco is FAR too fast for me!! Then again, all the dogs were, but boy you should have seen Cisco jump. He leaped right over me a few times. He also smashed into Mum's legs too.. I thought it was funny because she almost fell over. She is so frail.. not like me.. robust and handsome! I was laughing.. can you tell?? Mum is such a putz.

I'm never happier than when I get to play with other dogs! See my toothy grin? I always squint when I play hard though.. I have a lazy left eye and it has always given me a bit of trouble. :(

I LOVE little dogs! LOVE LOVE LOVE. These ones didn't want to pay any attention to me though.. pooph.. and the one in the green jacket had no hair! Poor Frankie! I wanted to investigate some more but he wasn't having any of it.. so I went to go sniff some other butts.

But soon we had to go, because Mum's boo-friend had a "paper" to write. Honestly, what's with these people-boo's and writing things all the time? Mum absolutely had to have BEAUTY SHOTS of me.. she thinks I look extra handsome in a natural environment, instead of on the couch!

BURP & Cheerio!
Dudley

My new hat..

2006-10-22T14:10:00.001-07:00

This is going to be a short post, because Mum says she's going to take me someplace really fun today!! Sometimes I wonder who the real couch potato is in this relationship. Mum says she's been sick lately (that's what you get for leaving me at home on Friday nights!) and last night she spent the whole time barking. They say that Opy is THE gruffpup.. but I don't know, Mum was pretty grrrRRUFFy last night!

Anyway look what Gramma made me the other day.. a POMELO hat!

Don't let the expression fool ya.. I'm actually secretly delighted!

Now for those dogbloggers out there who aren't lucky enough to have smacked your jowls around a pomelo, it is basically a giant grapefruit. I mean, it's so big that the peel can sit on my ginormous head.. Mum thinks this is hilarious because she used to wear the pomelo peel hat herself when she was a kid. But who is she kidding.. she's jealous.. she's living vicariously though me: SHE WANTS TO WEAR THE POMELO HAT!

Hey, what gives? It's trying to eat ME.. sorry, Mr. Pomelo, it's gonna be the other way around if I ever get you off my face..

There we go, that's better.. ohh you do smell good.. burrrp..

All mine!!

Well, Mum's gonna take me to a special fun place now.. I wonder where it is.. she said I haven't been there for a year. Stay tuned, fellow dogs!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

PS - I'm sorry if I left multiple comments on your dogblogs.. the comment function isn't working very well for me lately :(

Do I look like a potty animal to you?

2006-10-21T02:12:00.000-07:00

My friend Rahlee's mum calls her a "Potty Animal" and I think it's sooo cute.
But Mum told me she was going to be a "potty animal" and went out tonight really late and left me at home to wonder why I couldn't go with her! She went to this place called The Cambie.. she said it's really dirty and full of people with big hair and skinny pants, and she didn't want me to be scared because I'm exactly UNLIKE that:
a) I am extremely hygienic.. and I wear eau de Doggette, to keep me smelling extra good!
b) My hair is very short. Gramma is always telling me how my hair gets stuck to everything.. she tells me all the time :) That must mean she likes it when my hair gets onto things, so I'll make sure to leave extra pilings of fur for her. I loves me my Gramma and I would do anything for her.. even part with my shiny, soft fur.
c) There is absolutely no part of me that's skinny.. so there will be no skinny ANYTHINGS for me! I like lean chicken though..

But Mum came home tonight and told me she made her mark at the Cambie for me, because she was thinking about me so much and telling her new friends about how good a dog I am. Plus, she felt guilty for leaving me at home! I guess I can let her go out and be a potty animal, too.. sometimes.. but mostly she should be at home and rule Boo-Land with me.

Look! Mum created a cartoon character for me. I think it certainly does me justice. Mum really likes to draw some really silly things so let her know if you'd like a dog-toon, too!

Anyway I'm sooo tired.. I stayed up way past my bedtime waiting for wobbly Mum to come home. I'm gonna go (BURP.. oh sorry, excuse me!) back to bed now and snuggle under the blankets. I learned a new word last night too.. it's "dutch-oven!" It's something fun you can do with your moms and dads too if you sleep with them. Give it a try, and if you don't know what it means you can ask me!!
Oh and apparently not only am I a potty animal, I am also a rebel because I just peed on the couch..

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

10:14am.. far too early for a boo-dog to be awake..

2006-10-20T10:20:00.000-07:00

YAWN! I must say, I'm still very tired from staying up so late last night tweaking my boo-blog. I will rest my eyes for a little bit longer, on this boo-tiful blanket that Great-Gramma must have made JUST for me.. granted, she made it about 15 years ago but I think she must have had her future grand-dog in mind!

It's unavoidable but Mum doesn't like it when I yawn near her because she says it smells.. just like the ocean! (What's an ocean? Someone will have to explain this to me.. maybe MJ? She's always playing in an ocean!) I have to admit, I have an enormous mouth when I yawn so I emit lots of dog breath, but it's all mintyfresh. A dog of my stature wouldn't have breath smelling like anything less!! Burp.. frankly, I don't think Mum has any place to talk because when I go to wake HER up in the morning she always blows HER stinky morning breath at me on purpose.. it would make me angry IF I wasn't such a refined, gentle soul.

Anyway this is an older picture of me but I just wanted to say you all can come and sniff my parts anytime. Today Mum says she will take me out for a hike after my Earl Grey tea, crumpets and bacon.. at least that's what she says it is, but then why does it just look like brown hard nuggets? Do any of you know?

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley

PS - do any of you know any other pretty bulldogs out there in dogblog land? I'm taking applications for a girlfriend!

Dudley is ONLINE!

2006-10-20T00:53:00.000-07:00

I gotta say, kids.. they say that bulldogs (or as Mum likes to call them, "boo-dogs") are LAZY but I think Mum is the laziest of all! She claims she loves me but frankly if it took her this long to get with the program and get me a dogblog then I've got my doubts. I don't deny that I'm also a little lazy.. and a little slow.. and I like to fart a lot.. but I am a TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY (boo)dog! Therefore, all 70 pounds of me wants to be on top of things..

Now, chaps, that doesn't mean that I wear argyle sweaters (they would clash with my brindle tiger stripes, you know) and doggy boots, nor do I have a fancy studded collar and eat cat pate five times a day. No, I'm a modern dog by heart and by nature! I like to settle down and chew on a good book.. swirl some fine pill bugs between my jowls (July was a good month).. watch some BBC with Mum. Mum says I should try to get in touch with my English roots, and luckily her other boo-friend agrees because he bought the British version of "The Office" on DVD for me to watch! I think it's working because everyone says my bark has taken on a bit of an accent..

Burp.. I'm tired now.. my paws are too short - they just barely reach the laptop and my bone belly gets in the way so that doesn't help either. Plus, Mum put this big plastic collar around my head so I can't keep licking my paws.. she calls it a cone, but I don't know why she would. Cones are usually crunchy and full of sweet creamy goodness.. mm.. but this cone isn't tasty at all. I know, because I've chewed on it! I don't understand why she does this to me.. because first of all, I hate the cone, and second of all, my paws are absolutely delectable. Just let me lick them!
I think because of this unrefined and UNFAIR treatment, when Mum and I sleep together tonight I will let out some really silent but deadly ones under the blankets..

Just so you know how cute and composed I am, even with a plastic cone around my neck. See, I even help out with writing late night papers, but I get this uncivilized "reward" in return! Hmmph.. it's a good thing I have this blog to ease my indignancy.

Anyway, I'm really excited about this new dogblog. I'd like to meet some REFINED canines.. we can taste-test different months of bugs together and roll in dirt. Please leave me a comment and let me know who's been by to sniff my boo-blog 'cuz I'd love to sniff you back!

BURP and Cheerio!
Dudley