Good-Bye Sweet Snickers.

Our hearts go out to her loving family.

Friends!

Meet my morning mates.

This is from left to right: Chanel, she’s one year old and just passed a course to be a therapy dog; Luke, he’s five monfths old and an Australian shepherd; at the end is Clara, a swell Samoyed. Clara isn’t there every morning, but she’s the best sport for letting me bite her ears.



Every morning my mom and my pup’s peeps hang out in Washington Square Park. There is a dog run there, which I go to sometimes at lunch, but in the morning my friends and I hang out in front of the fountain. So we need to be on leash, except for Luke, who comes when he’s called. Mom seems to think I would bolt if I saw a squirrel or another dog across the street. Sheesh! (Don’t tell her but she’s probably right). Anyway, the leashes don’t seem to inhibit our play.



Mom says sometimes we really look like a pack of wolves.



Don’t let that little Luke fool you, he has razor sharp shark teeth and can take care of himself. Besides, he will soon be twice the size he is now, so I better get my licks in while I can.



And mild-mannered, therapy dog Chanel has quite a not-so-tame play personality.



Fall mornings wouldn’t be complete without breakfast. Chanel and I must have cleaned the park of about a bushel of leaves by now.


Enjoy the season!

Luv,
Duffy

Halloween Fun!

Hi to everyone. I haven’t been around for a while ‘cause my mom was out of sorts. I told her I’d go out and get her some, but that idea went nowhere. Anyway, I’m happy to be back, especially because yesterday was Halloween and my sissy Asta and I went to a Halloween party together—my first one ever. (If you haven’t already, check out Asta’s blog for lots of great pics.)

The whole neighborhood was in a fine, haunting mood. We passed some spooky stuff on the way to the party.



And the whole run was transformed into a spooky place, with ghosts,



witches, bats, mice



and other scary stuff



But the best part were the costumes. Everyone got a picture taken when they arrived.



Here’s a photo of my sissy, Little Red Riding Hoodie, and me the Big Bad Wolf. A great pair if I say so myself. Bet I fooled you with the granny outfit. Hehehe.



Embarrassed as I was to wear the granny gown and nightcap, I have to admit, it was a pretty successful outfit.



And after the party, every dog got a goodie bag with loads of swell stuff.



What a terrific party! Hope you all had a fun Halloween with more treats than tricks.

Luv,
Duffy

A new stuffy playmate.

Before I begin, let me say that yesterday I was present at the Blessing of the Animals celebrating the Feast of Saint Francis. And I was actually blessed, along with my sissy, Asta, and a gazillion other dogs, some cats, at least one bird, a giant rabbit and two ferrets. Here I am waiting for my blessing. (My mom’s camera isn’t nearly as good as Asta’s mom’s camera, so I refer you to Asta’s blog to check out the fabulous event.)



And now for a few words on welcoming stuffies.

My mom left a new little friend on the kitchen counter. I’m sure she meant to give it to me, but evidently she forgot. It’s obvious from the look of her that this nice looking chx wants to meet me.



Step 1. Look nonchalant and say hello.
Hello! I say, helloooo! Or as Tanner would say, Wassssuuuup!



Step 2. Convince your new playmate that it’s perfectly safe to come on down and play. It may take a bit of smooth talking, but gradually you will instill confidence.



Step 3. Play hard1 Have fun! Life is short. (Not to worry. I have a sissy who is an expert at suwgewy.)



Luv,
Duffy

A VERY SPECIAL DAY!

It's my sissy Asta's birthday.
YEAAAAY!

She's the best sissy a pup could have. She's smart and beautiful and sweet.



And she's talented, too. She can swim and surf



and play the piano



and dance, too (here with Fergi and Jake).



She has a great sense of style, as many of you who have seen her wardrobe can attest.



And she's a gourmet, 'specially when it comes to ice cream.



Asta's a champion of friends and good causes alike (just look at the right side of her blog). And with everything she has to do, she still takes time to keep a good sisterly eye on me.



Happy Birthday, sweet Asta! I'm one lucky pup to have you for a sissy.

Luv gazillions,
Duffy

Stella

As most of you will probably agree, playtime is the best. I could play all day. Except for eating time, and of course, nap time



I have plenty of toys to play with,



but I really, really love to play with real live playmates. I have some friends at the dog run that I go to, and I get to play with my sissy, Asta once a week or so. But when it rains, or when my mom doesn't feel like playing, I am really lucky to have a friend right next door that I can count on for some good crazy fun.

Meet my sweet friend Stella!



She's about two monfs older than me and a bit smaller. But don't let her size fool you, she's quite the fiesty pup. We have lots of fun while mom and Stella's mom yak and sip wine.





And they think they're having fun!!!

Luv to all,
Duffy

Off to a rocky start!

My blog seems to have gotten off to a slow start. Mom had some problems with how to add stuff and change stuff on blogger. On top of that the ‘puter laughed in her face!




Lucky for us Aunt Ami is a Xpert with blog stuff and we went right over to Asta’s house for some tips. That meant that Asta and I got to PLAY. Yeaaaa! After some discussion, we agree on which of her favorite toys I can tear apart.




But mostly we just hang around. I love hangin’ with my sissy.




And now my mom knows how to do some blog stuff better. Hope you’ll still tune in from time to time ‘till we get all the kinks out.

Luv to all,
Duffy