Pepper can spell...Mr. E

Have you ever found yourself spelling words in front of your dogs so they do not understand? 

Like, "Hey Christine, do you want to take the D-O-G-S on a W-A-L-K?  Or, this B-O-N-E is too small, lets get them a new one."

What happens when the D-O-Gs get smart enough to figure out what you are spelling?

It is scary, but we are now at that level at our house.  Both Wendell and Pepper have figured out many of the words that we have resorted to spelling to keep thier little ears from hearing.  Pepper is so good, she is ready to enter the Scripps National Spelling Bee.  She would likely take a trophy at some level.

We came across this a few times with some specific words.  "N-E-W   B-O-N-E" as in, "Let's get Pepper a new bone."  Spelling NEW BONE will now get her off of the coach and running to the pantry where she will stand wagging her tail waiting for the treat.  T-R-E-A-T can get her off the coach after the letter "R".

B-E-D is a word she can also spell.

We now have to speak in code using words that are synonyms of the intended words.  Soon, we will have to spell those!  Then what will we do?

E

p.s. as I read this stupid post to Christine P-E-P-P-E-R went into a frenzy resulting in Christine getting her a N E W - B O N E....I guess that was BONE HEADED of me!!!

A Challenge to Cesar Milan...by Pepper

Dear Cesar,

My name is Pepper Penelope Roshitsh and I hereby challenge you to a face off.  You name the time.  You pick the place.  I will have you quitting your show, recalling your books and surrounding yourself with cats.  I (ahem) double dog dare you to try that "pshhhh" "pshhhhh" crap with me.  Some lady with a clicker and a line of references a mile long is now in a padded room muttering my name.  You don't scare me!

I have had a long line of victories over dog trainers, dog whisperers and other charlatans who believe they can teach me how to behave.  I have been kicked out of two dog obedience schools.  My mom had to do the walk of shame past all of the other mom's whose dogs were behaving as we were escorted to the door. 

It is not that I don't behave.  Oh, I can behave when I want to.  It is a matter of motivation for me.  WIIFP?  (Whats In It For Pep?) 

Your little dog whisperer sorcery may work on furniture chewing beagles, barking dalmations and puddle making poodles.  However, I will turn you into the Dog Whimperer after you view my Pepperness.

Leave me a comment Cesar....bring it on.

Pepper.

Yesterday was the best day of our lives...

Yesterday may have well been the best day of Pepper and I's lives.  We have expereinced years of first class air travel, five star hotels and Zagat survey rated meals prepared by Christine, our very own personal chef.  Pepper and I are two very hard dogs to impress.  However, my dad managed to pull it off with a simple car ride to a new place.

Yesterday was a sunny beautiful day.  My dad thought a trip to Golden Gate Park to let us take a walk would be a good way to spend the day.  He is kind hearted, but generally slow and he failed to realize that every other person in  San Francisco would have the same exact idea.  Knucklehead. This is what it looked like going into the park..

Anyways, after driving around futiley looking for a parking spot, he said "I know exactly where we will go".  This brought a yawn from Pepper and a few grumbles from my mom about he should have probably knew that today would be a bad day for this sort of thing.  Stubborn he is, I will give him that. He pressed on.

We landed at Crissy Field and hit the doggie day jack pot.  There are all sorts of paths, dogs to meet, bushes to take leaks on and fields where dogs do not need to wear leashes.  At a website called "Dogster", Crissy Field gets five paws out of five for us dogs.   (Click here to visit Dogster review of Crissy Field).

Of course, my attention deficit disordered father forgot the camera in the car.  You will have to look at this stock photo he shamelessly grabbed from someone else's web site to get the idea.  Anyways, Pepper and I enjoyed about an hour of walking around.  We met dozens of other dogs and had a great time.  There were no barks, bites or other bad behavoir. 

Both Pepper and I agreed that the old man had made real beef gravy out of a nasty can of Alpo!

Two paws up!

Pepper and Wendell

The Woman of My Dreams...by Mr. Wendell

Blonde silky hair...

Long shapely legs...

The way her breath smells of MilkBone dog bisquits...

I cannot get her off of my mind.  I have been seeing her 3 or 4 times a week for the last several months.  Her name?  Frida.  I love the way it rolls off of my tongue.  Freeeee-da.  Yes...Freeeeee-da.

We meet in the courtyard of the City Hall building daily.  Her owners let her and I run around together, chasing each other and enjoying each others' company.  She does not seem to care that I came from the other side of the tracks.  She is the girl of my dreams. 

I cannot get her off of my mind...