Chester's day at the 2 Legger's Grocery store

How many of you dawgs out in DogBlogville would like to have more choices in your diet? This is something that I've been mulling over for some time now. Why are our choices confined to Petsmart, Petco and similar other Pet-only stores? Not that there's a thing wrong with them. It's just that I wanna go where 2 leggers go.
She brings home such wonderful things that no store I've ever been in sells. Raw meats, cheeses, breads, cookies.........oh just the thought makes my head spin!



Mom tells me that where she shops for groceries that dawgs are not allowed. Personally, I think she should boycott the place but then I'm afraid her and Dad might start eatin' my food so I better let that one go. Ya gotta choose your battles, ya know!

So like I said, this has been an eatin' at me for some time and I begged and begged until Mom finally agreed to sneak me in so I could see just what this food paradise was like from the inside out. You'd probably like to know how she did that so here is a little peek at part of my disguise.

Ta-Dah!

Pretty sneaky, huh?

The time finally came for us to go. I was excited and a fine layer of drool moistened my oversized, flappy gums. We got there and once we were past the friendly man handing out the grocery carts, I knew I was in. There was no way I was sitting in that little seat for kids either. I needed to be within snooter range of all the millions of products available.

Mom kept a tight rein on me around the meats and it's probably good because I was ready to forget the rest of the store and just lay down amidst all the glorious animal delicacies. It took a little-no, ALOT of coaxing but Mom finally got me away from that part of the store. We came to the snack aisle. I've seen some of these 2 legger treats around our house. Even tasted a few but not as many as there are available. So since everything was bagged tightly, Mom gave me my space so I could explore.

Pretzels - been there, crunched them.
Crackers - it's true, everything's better when it sits on a Ritz.
Cookies - Mmmmmmmm-double stuff!!


Hmmmmm, what's this? Arrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh!!! NO!! NOT HERE! Say it can't be true!! That sneaky, good-for-nothin', low-lyin', dirty scumbag Mr. Stick is now endorsing cookies! How can someone so evil have their name plastered all over something so sweet and good? Giggly, googly eyed fun cookies-my butt!! I guess you eat one and BAM! - all of a sudden you're choking and trying to breathe? What next, OJ Simpson selling orange juice?



Well, that did it! No more grocery store trips for me. I flew out of that store so fast they never saw that my Nike sneakers had fallen off and my ears had flopped out of my baseball cap.

All of a sudden my same ol', same ol' kibble looks magnificent!

Woofs and scary cookie slobbers,
Chester

Pedro ROCKS!!!

I've been lookin' high



and I've been lookin' low.

I've been lookin' for rocks
for my little buddy Pedro.

His mom's makin' a table
with rocks from his Dog Blog friends.
It's fillin' up fast - 
and I had to find one quick
before this rockin' fun ends!

Our rocks aren't real special
not near as pretty as some.



So I looked and looked and looked
'til my paws were getting numb.

But then I came across it
I'm telling you the truth.
I marked it really well
by biting it with my tooth!!

There won't be no mistakin'

this rock and from who it came

My tooth is there forever

and Chester's the one to blame.

Chester's Mom: Don't you think your lady dawg friends will like you less if you don't have all your pearly whites?

Chester: Ooooooh! For once I might just have to agree with you on that. Will you tell them I didn't break my tooth on that rock?

Chester's Mom: Ok, friends in Dog Blogville, this is one of Chester's baby teeth that I saved. I know, it's kinda weird but hey, he's my kid and I fondly remember those days when I could still pick him up and carry his little brown butt around.

Chester: Wow! I'm kinda surprised that you are parting with such a treasure!!!

Chester's Mom: Me too, but I think we both know that Pedro is worth it. And besides , I still have a couple more baby teeth to spare.

Chester: I think I shoulda sent you one of the many rocks in Mom's head, Pedro!

Woofs and not-toothless slobbers,

Chester

Pee. Ess. We will be mailing your rock soon along with a special surprise or two!

Whooooosh Wednesday

Move over Chester.............

..................the big Dawg wants to post!!

Hello friends in DogBlogville! This is Chester's Mom. Now don't you all go worrying over that rascally brown son of mine, he's fine and up to his normal shenanigans. It's just that I felt the need to share with all of you some fantastic news from a friend of mine. I got a call last night from her that after almost 3 years of waiting on China to release children to their agency for adoption-her and her husband were given not one, but two daughters to choose from and they have given the Ok for the one. They will travel in July/August to get her. I was slightly familiar with the adoption process through another couple who adopted a daughter from Guatalmala a few years ago. But my friends who have been waiting on this little girl have had to go through one ordeal after another-not the least of which their whole package of completed, notorized papers ready to go to China was stolen because it had been placed in a mailbox instead of given directly to the agency. MONTHS OF PAPERWORK-GONE! This meant that they had to start all over getting the papers together and filled out. That's just one little part of this long drawn out process which has tested their patience to the max.
I know they have had their ups and downs but now that they have received pictures of this little beauty it is all looking up!!! If you would like to see this little girl who will known as Shelby in the future you can go to their website which also has a history of their adoption process if you're interested. She is absolutely precious and is a very lucky girl to be coming home to be raised by my friends.
If you'd like to comment, I'm sure she'd love to hear a "Wa-Freakin'Hoo" out of you. (Famous words of the Mom-to-be)

Thanks for sparing your time to listen to Chester's Mom. Chester will return to this driver's seat very soon with what I'm sure will be some kind of badnes he's been up to-along with some pictures to prove it.


Chester: Hey Mom, you misspelled "badness" up there and it is almost a crime to post without at least one picture of me.
Chester's Mom: I think the folks know what I mean and for once this is not all about you.
Chester: Look, if you're gonna take a whack at this blogging, at least be woman enough to listen to my expert advice.
Chester's Mom: Don't worry, you know I don't have time to take over this blog and keep up with all your dawg friends like you do.
Chester: Oh, so now I don't do nothing but blog all day. Geeesh-I'm feelin' way underappreciated now. Haven't you noticed that hunting season is in full swing and I'm doin' a mighty fine job of ridding the fields of my natural born enemy?
Chester's Mom: Sigh! 4 legged kids-can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em!!!

Woofs and family slobbers,
Chester's Mom

Groundhog Hunting 101

This is not a groundhog.







This - is a groundhog.









This is how to cool down after a good hunt.








This has nothing to do with groundhog hunting. It is me taking Mel's advice and trying to become a brindle lab.






I'll be glad to answer any and all questions that you may have.


Woofs and muddy slobbers,
Chester

Warming Wednesday

The Way to a Dawgs Heart

Hey Gang! Chester here and I'm hoping that all you dawgs in Blogville had a really great Easter. I've been trying to get this post out but between computer problems and busy-ness with my day job-I'm falling behind. But anyway, from what I've been reading, it looks like everybody had something special to eat for Easter. With that I am no exception.

Mom sent me out to the mailbox on Saturday-one of my daily chores that I do to earn my keep around here-and when I opened the mailbox my big brown jaw dropped, bounced off the road and snapped shut. First thought was "How in the world did the mailman get that to fit?" I ran and got the camera just so you'd see what I'm talkin' about.

Chester: Uh, Mom-if we're gonna be getting more mail like this, you really should clean the cobwebs outta the mailbox.

Chester's Mom: Looks like you just added another chore to your list.

Chester: Talk to the paw 'cause the floppy ears ain't listenin'

Anyway, that tightly sealed box couldn't hide the sweet aromas wafting out from it's inner depths. Come on, this nose just ain't for lookin' good, ya know! I've got a nose for smellin' and a bod for well, never mind. Anywhoooo...........
Here's me stickin' my snooter in to see what awaited me

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As you can see, I needed a little help from Mom but we eventually got to the good stuff. And good stuff it was!! And guess who sent me this via the Hippity, Hoppity, Easter Bunny Trail? None other than my Golden Girl, Mason Dixie!!  Mom wanted me to say "thanks" but she also told me to never speak with food in my mouth so I had to make a choice whether to eat or to speak,  and speakin' wasn't it. (Mom stopped the camera to remove the packing peanut which didn't taste all  that good anyway)

Just look at all the pretty shapes and colors! These wonderful treats came from 3 Dogs and a Chick clear down in Florida!

Give me more tasty-natural-good-for-me treats!!

As if I'm not smitten enough, Mason Dixie now has gotten my full attention. Doesn't the old saying go "A way to a dawgs heart is thru his stomach"? Works for me!

Thanks my Mason D! You ROCK!!

Woofs and  sweet slobbers!

Chester

Pee. Ess.

On a side note, last night was the final straw for the home computer. Mom caught me about to throw it out the window so we devised a plan. We took the TV remote control hostage which got Dad's undivided attention. Soon a laptop will be headed our way! Ah-Wroooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

Misery Loves Company

Chester here with yet another issue.

Spring was ushered in what, maybe like 3 weeks ago? It sure hasn't seemed like it. We've had a bushel basket full of wet, cold, wind- and Wednesday it even snowed. By any stretch of the imagination, I am not a dog to lay around, smoking cigarettes, and eating bon-bons in fuzzy pink slippers. Nope, not me. I'm all about racing to the next adventure, ears and tail flapping blatantly in the wind. Sighhhhhhhh..............it's starting to get me kinda depressed.



Now before I lead you astray thinking that I mind the non-spring like weather, that is not the case. In fact, I enjoy flattening my belly on a cold slab of frozen tundra. The problem I'm having is that my favorite sport is suffering from lack of participants. Yep, those ground piggies I so enjoy hunting are for the most part staying tucked tightly into their underground lairs. So what's a groundhog hunting extraordinaire to do when the groundhog community is on strike?

As much as I hate to admit it, the couch with it's splendiferous view of the TV has held my attention here of late. Not the riff-raff of prime time, mind you. But old movies have drawn me in like a mosquito to a swamp full of murky water. Butch Cassidy with his Sundance Kid, James Bond's Goldfinger, Paul Newman as Cool Hand Luke all have kept my attention while the winter winds have kept my furry friends hidden.

So this brings me to a very disturbing part of my story. My mood being as it was, I did not feel in sync with the lightness of a family friendly comedy such as "Yours, Mine and Ours" with Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda.

As I scanned the movie guide I came across "Misery" with Kathy Bates and James Caan. Now I had seen it before but feeling the way I did it was just what I was looking for. The story line built as I was on the edge of my seat, paws half covering my eyes, scared to watch what I knew was coming. The hobbling scene where Annie breaks Paul's legs.

What!!! My paws flew from my eyes - I had never noticed this before. I could have sworn she used a large hammer. I had to download this picture just so you would believe me. It's Mr. Stick! This goes to show that Sola was not his first victim. He had broken bad before. Were his parents hardheaded and rough on him when he was just a twig? Are they the ones that made him feel lifeless and wooden? Did they splinter his identity, sending him down the wrong path?

Or could it be that the paper being pulled through Paul's typewriter and being slammed by it's keys was a by-product of his parents and his great love for them now has driven him with a vengeance to slay Authors and their families worldwide?



We may never know or understand what goes on behind those googly eyes. I just know that I have no sympathy for him and I'd love to rake him through the mud for what he has done to Sola.

Woofs and miserable slobbers,
Chester

White Wilted Wednesday

Roses and Happy Trails

First and foremost, I'd like thank Joey who just sent me a lovely rose bouquet award.

Pink Roses are given to all friends out there, bringing them a sweet and fruitful day. Those who receive these roses as a gift, you need to pass it on to 10 friends of yours to show them you care. And of course, for those who received the roses, that's to show that you're never forgotten.

I've got alot of folks I'd like to pass the love to. Each for their own special reason but mostly because of the love you share with your 4 legged friends. And because spring is here and we all wanna be outside enjoying it, if you feel the need to pass them on, please do. If not, be content to keep them to yourself. I'm not gonna check up on you to see if you followed the rules.

Charlie, Zack, Sassy and Buddy, Dughallmor Beagles, Honey, Koda, Life With Dogs, Random Ramblings, Abbey and Bosley, Sally, Spud & Hoppy, My Mason D, 3 Happy Heelers.

Now for the big news!

(drum roll, please)

I went on my first bicycle trip yesterday! Ya see, Mom and Dad used to do this bicycle thing quite alot before I came to live with them. Then last summer Dad was out of commission as far as biking was concerned with a back problem. But he says he is ready to ride. But the problem is, they both hate to leave me home alone. They've seen Cesar Millan do the bike thing with a dog so they thought they'd give it a try with me.

I started out with Mom and I thought all was going well, She seemed to enjoy me pulling her and she didn't even have to pedal. Ok, let's see what this buggy will do, I says to myself. I put it in high gear and took off. She starts woahing me up 'cuz we were well over the speed limit. So we regroup and I got the idea pretty quick that I was supposed to trot right beside her.

So then Dad wants to give it a try and Mom slips into position behind us. Of course, she has to whip out the camera. So here's a picture of me trotting beside Dad.

They both seemed real pleased and said they will take me again-as long as it's not too hot. A couple more trips and I think I will be ready for the Tour de France.

Dad and Me



Mom and Me




Natural Balance snacks and Me

It was a very good day. The sun was shining, the gale force winds had stopped blowing and spring was in full bloom. I was so tired I didn't even try to drive the truck on the way home.



Woofs and happy trailin' slobbers,
Chester

The many names and faces of Chester

I've been called a few names in my 2 plus years on this earth-and I'll answer to any of them if you have a treat in your pocket.

Ches



Big Brown



Big Brown Turd



Crazy Mutt



Buddy



Nosy



Handsome



Monkey Butt



Stinkbait



The Better Chetter



Woofs and namely slobbers!
Chester

Pee. Ess.
I've been called *#!!*@#!! a few times but I'm not sure how you say that and I certainly don't want to share the pictures that go along with it.

Weary Wednesday