So I was surfing the web the other day, looking for online insurance quotes (yeah, I was really bored) when I came across this interesting blog post. It seems that thousands of humans end up in the hospital each year because they tripped over their dogs. Can you believe that? Those big oafs trip over their poor little dogs and they go to the hospital. What about their dogs? Just look at the angry dog in the picture. As a fellow Pomeranian, I can feel his pain. I read the whole post and it says nothing about what happens to the dogs. It just talks about people breaking bones and going to the emergency room. It’s so one-sided, making the human the victim. The post also refers to an article on an insurance quotes website that talks about the same thing—dogs getting in the way and people tripping over them. Again, the canines are the cause of human suffering. Unbelieveable! So let me give you the story from the dog’s perspective:

You’re curled up on the floor outside the bedroom because you’re not allowed to sleep in the big comfy bed. You manage to get a few minutes of shut-eye during those brief interludes when the big lug isn’t snoring. The snoring stops. As you start to close your eyes you hear something—slippers flapping, floor squeaking… Sasquatch is on the move! Your primordial instincts kick in: Run! You dodge left, then right, then left again. But despite your best moves he keeps coming. Nothing left to do but duck and cover. The rest isn’t pretty. Your seven pound body is no match for those gargantuan hooves. You’re kicked and crushed by a beast 30 times your size. Yet when it’s over, he’s the one lying on the floor wimpering like a puppy because he stubbed his little toe. Oh, boo hoo. Quick, call an ambulance before he cries himself unconscious! But because dogs don’t cry you have to lay on the floor hurting while he gets medical attention.

But is it because you don’t cry or because they can’t afford your health care? Sure, humans get health insurance for themselves all the time, but you don’t hear much about dog insurance. Actually, dog insurance—or more accurately, pet health insurance—is not too expensive and is available at various levels. I have health insurance. And whether you love your pet or you’re just a klutz, I suggest you get some too.

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Yesterday was my dad’s birthday.  I don’t know how old he is, but he’s really old.  I’m 2-1/2 so he must be like 10 or something.  I gave him a card.  Mom picked it out, but I signed it.  I wanted to get him something nice like the blue bumpy bone he got me for my last birthday.  But I couldn’t figure out how to get to the store.  Usually we get in the car and it goes there.  When no one was looking I made a run for the garage. I tried getting in the car, but the door wouldn’t open.  So I couldn’t get him a nice present.  But I let him play with one of my squeaky toys.  He seemed to like it.  Nalla gave him a present—her usual package she leaves on the floor for him every night.  Pig.  I told her he wouldn’t like it.  Well, maybe by next year I’ll figure out how to get in the car so I can go to PetsMart and get him a toy.

Simba and Nalla - Easter 2009

Simba and Nalla - Easter 2009

This is a little late, but mom wanted me to post our Easter picture.  She got us some silly outfits to wear and put us next to a big stuffed bunny.  How embarrasing.  Nalla looked kind of cute though.  She wore a green and white dress.  I’d never seen her in a dress before.  She looked pretty—just like my mom.  I told Nalla she should wear a dress more often.  She said she’s not the dress wearing type.  Maybe some day when she grows up.

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I have some sad news.  My Aunt Blizzard died today.  I’ve mentioned her in my blog before.  She had some nerve damage in her spine that made her back legs and some other parts stop working.  She was in a lot of pain.  But now she’s not.

My Aunt Blizzard

My Aunt Blizzard

Aunt Blizzard was a beautiful white German Shepherd.  She was nine years old.  I put her picture here so you can see her.  I’m sad that I never got to meet her in person.  I’ve heard so much about her.  They tell me she was a good girl—not naughty like Nalla.  She took real good care of Grandma and Grandpa too.  No matter how busy she was, she’d always make time to take Grandpa for a walk when he wanted to go out.  And even if she wasn’t hungry, she always had room for one more of Grandma’s cookies. 

She protected them too.  Grandma and Grandpa live in a place where there are wild animals like bears.  Aunt Blizzard would scare them away!  And she slept on the floor by their bedroom door every night to make sure they stayed safe. 

Dad says she’s in heaven now with my Uncle Champ and my Cousin Lazarus.  I never met them either, but they’re all there together and waiting for us.  Some day we’ll all go there and then we can run and play and get to know each other.  Until then, we’re all going to miss you Aunt Blizzard.  But we’ll all see you in heaven some day.  Everyone except Nalla.  She’s going to the other place.

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It wasn’t me! Honest! No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I don’t speak English and Mom and Dad don’t speak Pomeranian. When Dad would come in and find dog poop on the floor he’d always ask, “who pooped on the floor?” Since I couldn’t defend myself, we’d both get blamed.

I know I haven’t always been perfect in this area.  I have been know to pee on the floor a time or two. But lately I’ve been very good. If there’s dog poop on the floor you can be sure it’s Nalla’s.

But now, through the use of technology, I was finally able to prove my innocence! I set up a webcam and caught her in the act. When I showed Dad the video he apologized for ever doubting me.

Watch here as Nalla pees and poops on the floor.  What a pig! After spending a few minutes outside she comes in, pees on the floor and goes back out. Then, three minutes later, she poops on the floor twice! I was outside when she did it. Between the two poopings she checked outside to make sure I wasn’t watching. When I came in I found that filthy dog pooped on the floor twice. Even after being sent away for training twice, not to mention all the training she gets at home, she still insists on peeing and pooping on the floor. We’re all hoping she learns this housebreaking thing soon. But until she does, at least they won’t be blaming me anymore. If you have any suggestions please post them here. No one like to live with dog poop on the floor. Not even me, and I’m a dog.

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