Okay, the snow was fun at first.  I don’t know about you, but I am getting very tired of the cold.PLAYING BALL  More snow?  They are calling for over 12” starting tomorrow.  It is bad enough my green carpet to pee on is gone.  The last storm was frozen rain.  All the snow is now covered by a nice layer of ice.  Try pooping while your legs are all sliding in opposite directions.  Trying to find the right spot is awful.  I try to be careful as I search for that perfect spot, sliding and sinking looking like a klutz.  I feel sorry for my step brother, Baxter.  He only poos on the curb.  He walks up and down the sidewalk wondering where his curb went.  When he finds a little spec of curb, he continuously is sliding off as he

baxtertries to do his business.  The other day, as I searched for my green carpet, suddenly I felt like something had taken a bite out of my front feetsies.  I got scared wondering what kind of ice monster could be under all that white stuff.  I stood up on my hind legs in the middle of the field and whined for mommy to come save me.  Mommy, who has already fallen three times on the mean ice, hurried over to me thinking that I had sprained my leg.  I stood straight up not wanting to put my front feetsies down.  They hurt so bad.  Mommy checked my legs and feet and couldn’t find anything.  She said it was the cold and checked between my toes for ice.  No ice there.  She put my feetsies between her hands and rubbed them better.  I was still afraid of the ice monster and wouldn’t put my legs down.  Mommy picked me up the best she could and carried me to the sidewalk.  There she said I needed to walk the rest of the way.  Stillgsp DOG standing straight up I looked into her eyes and winced, “No, it’s going to hurt”.  Mommy pleaded, “Simba, honey, you’re too big.  I can’t carry you all the way home.  Please try.”  So I put my legs down and limped home.  Once we got home, mommy sat on the floor and blew her warm magic breath on my feetsies.  They were all better.  And now, augh! More snow.  I think I’ll stay in bed.






gsp DOG  Yesterday morning, I went running out of the house for my morning run.  I stopped on the edge of the driveway waiting for mommy to say it’s okay to cross.  She looks one way, and so do I wondering what she is looking at, and then she looks the other way.  I think she may be looking for those big metal boxes that roll by real fast.  I don’t understand why she would need to look instead of just using her ears to listen for them.  She blurted “Okay, sl…”.  Before she could get her second SIMBAword out, I took one huge leap onto the road.  As I heard her second word in slow motion “Slooowwwlyyy!”, it was too late.  The mean ice on the road pushed me off my feet, hit me hard on my rump and held me down as it dragged me to the other side of SNOWthe road.  Mom screeched as she awkwardly rushed to me because the mean ice was trying to push her down too.   I felt like a turtle on its back as I tried to get the ice to let go and let me up.  Mommy came over with a worried looked on her face.  I guess she doesn’t like the mean ice either.  She rubbed my rump, checked me all over and then let me go off to play in the snow.  I PLAYING BALLlike the snow much better.  It’s soft, it tasted yummy and is not a bully.



My Titi is mom’s sister.  I really like it when she comes over to play with me.  As soon as she walks in the door, I run to the stairs next to closet where my Frisbee is kept.  She smiles and opens the door to pull the Frisbee out and a poo bag.  Actually, she pulls out 3-4 poo bags because she doesn’t like to pick up multiple poops with the same bag like mommy does.  Mommy is really good at it but Titi has really pretty long nails and sometimes they rip the bag and yup, you guessed it.  She starts running around screaming and gagging as she shakes her hand around like she’s waving to someone in outer space.  Anyhow, Titi takes good care of me and remembers to put my coat on if it’s chilly or rainy.  I love my Titi.

simba playing in the snowvideo courtesy of JT


Santa Brought Me The Best Present In The World

I have been very good this year.  I did not eat mommy’s walls or window sills.  Well, maybe a little carpet here or there.  But overall I was the best pup in the world.  I know, because mommy always tells me.  Since I was so good I asked Santa for some bigger presents.  Since I was such an angle, Santa brought me the best present in the world.  Any guesses?  Yup, Santa brought me my big human brother home for Christmas.  I don’t have a very big family but it is a great family.  brotherFor Christmas, I wanted to have everyone together.  At first I saw this tall man walking toward the front door.  I alerted mom quickly “Mom! Woof, woof, woof!”  Mom got a big smile and screamed out in happiness.  She opened the door so I could run out a protect her.  The man said my name.  I recognized the voice.  He sounded like my human brother but he looked like a grown up human.  As I got closer I saw that it was my brother!  Okay, okay, my eyes aren’t as sharp as they used to be.  Don’t tell the other woofs; after all I am a hunting breed with sharp eyesight.  Before I know it my reputation will explode on facebook.  You know how some woofs are.  Anyhow, I was so happy to smell him.  Mommy was happy, big human sister was happy, we were a happy family together for Christmas.  We enjoyed our usual traditions, including making me wait until midnight to open my stocking presents.  It didn’t matter how many times I would point out my stocking or how long I sat staring at it.

I had to wait.  It was a long night and my back was starting to hurt from sitting there guarding my stocking.  Finally midnight came! I got to open my presents first.  Then everyone else opened theirs.  I tried helping my human sister open hers but she wanted no part of it.  Mommy would let me help her unwrap presents but then she wouldn’t let me play with them.  I think if I help unwrap then I should be able to play with them too.  The holidays were more than awesome and I am grateful to have such a special family that loves me enough to spend it together.




I got to spend lots of hours with mommy on Thanksgiving Day.  She even mixed some turkey in my food.  I like turkey!  Mommy spent

SimbaSAM_0322 SAM_0574the day cooking, cleaning and organizing.  It wasn’t like past Thanksgivings though.  My big human brother wasn’t home.  My human sister misses him but she doesn’t really talk about it.  Every year, as far as could remember, the three of them would spend the day decorating the tree while singing along to Christmas music and being silly.  My brother would always make mom and sis laugh.  When they were all done decorating, they would set the camera on timer and run back and forth taking funny pictures in front of the twinkling tree.  This year my sister went out driving during the day and mom never decorated the tree.  Don’t get me wrong the tree looks beautiful just as it is with its twinkling lights.  Mommy put up the lights outside too that look awesome.  Ok, I’ll say it.  My stocking isn’t up yet!!!  How is Santa going to leave me presents if my stocking isn’t up?  Big brother will be home for Christmas.  We are all really looking forward to having here with us.  I’m sure he will put my stocking up.



GSPI’m waiting for mommy to come home from work.  She works every day.  Sometimes she does not get home until it’s really dark outside.  I sit on our bed all day because it has a perfect view of the front yard and driveway.  Mommy says she sees my head pop up with ears perked up the second she drives up.  I jump off the bed and run around trying to pick up as many toys as I can fit in my mouth to greet her at the door with.  She is always so happy to see me.  I am just as happy to see her too and my whole butt wiggles uncontrollably.  Sometimes, it wiggles so hard that it makes me walk funny.  Mommy doesn’t wiggle her butt  but she shows all of her teeth when she is happy.

happiness happiness!



Last night started pulling out those big green boxes.  I know that my big Santa sock is in one of those boxes.   She pulled out the pretty tree that somehow survives without water in the basement.  I helped her by leading the way up the stairs as she carried each piece up.  I seems odd to me how three small bushes end up looking like a beautiful tree when mom is done SANTA IMG_20131107_184825with them.  She is like magic.  Every year the first week of November, we bring out the bright tree.  We don’t decorate it with balls and toys; we just make the lights glow at night.  The tree glows beautifully every night until Thanksgiving.  On Thanksgiving mom and my brother and sister would always spend the day decorating while wonderful smells came from the oven.  They had so much fun together.  They would joke, dance, jump up and down, laugh, take pictures,  and sit back to admire their work.  It was truly special.  Mom added new glowing balls of different shades of gray this year.  She said that this year she wanted a little more color in her life.  It looks amazing.  Do you know what this all means?  Pretty soon, my sock is going up on the fireplace and SANTA IS COMING!


Hiking In The Fall


hiking with mommyMommy took me for a hike along the Appalachian Trail today.  It was so nice to be outdoors.  TheHIKING weather was perfect.  I love the fall.  The leaves on the trees were dancing in the air and were all different shades of gray.  Mommy kept me on a leash. That was not fun.  She was worried that the big men with shooting sticks would mistake me for a deer.  Those men must really need glasses.  She had forgotten my over-sized orange shirt so she said I had to stay close to her.  I still enjoyed being out among nature.  Going downhill was lots of fun.  I could hear mommy yelling AT TRAIL“Slow down!” as I pulled her along.  I think she was having fun because she hopped around the rocks like she frog.  That is until she fell.  I ran back to see what had happened.  I think she was embarrassed in front of her friends because she looked at me sternly and let out “You have to stop pulling so hard!”  She got up, shook herself off and we continued on.  Now, uphill was a little exhausting.  It felt like I was pulling a truck.  I think mom enjoyed this even more than downhill.  The fresh air sure helps clear my system.  I pooped several times on the trail.  Mom would pick it up in a baggy and hang the baggy on a tree next to the trail.  She said she didn’t want to carry poop around and would gather them on the way back to the

dog hiking

My poop bag look like a tree ornament?

car.  If you ask me, I think she was afraid of getting lost and didn’t have any bread crumbs to mark the way back.  Anyhow, I don’t understand why my poop had to hang from trees.  The deer get to poop wherever they want.  When we arrived at the shelter, everyone began collecting branches for me.  How nice!  There were some big ones too.  I enjoy chewing on them.  They make great chew toys.  But then IMG_20131026_143144CAMPFIREHIKING WITH MOMthey put them in a very hot pit and I couldn’t chew them anymore.  Sometimes, I just don’t understand humans.  They cooked sausages over the hot pit and shared pieces of bread with me while they ate.  Then I found the best sticks of all on the table.  These sticks tasted like yummy sausages.   Mommy said PICNICthe standing on the table was bad manners so I worked so hard to get it off the HIKING WITH MY DOGtable.  When I finally got the stick on the ground it was time to go so I had to leave it for the deer.  We hiked back to the car and I slept on the way back home.  What a perfect day.  Life is good.






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Mommy got another house.  She has been working on it a lot.  She works her regular job during the day and goes to the house from there to re-model it.  She does not get home until 9:00 at night.  Well, we all know that German Shorthairs like to be around people a lot.  I can’t help getting into mischief when I’m alone.  Maybe I’m bored or maybe I need to get mom to notice.  My Caco comes by every day to let me out and play ball with me.  Then she sits with me in the kitchen for over an hour talking to me so that I will eat my food.  What can I say, I don’t like to eat alone.  Back to my mischief.  After a couple of weeks of mom working 14 hour days I found something fun to do.  It kept me busy for hours.  I ate mom’speeking dog carpet right outside her bathroom door.  I started pulling on it.  It was so cool!  If you pull on it just right, it unravels from one end to the other.  I pulled apart 3 inches the whole length of the doorway.  I looked down and thought, “Oh, oh!”  So I got rid of the evidence.  It really did not taste that great but I did get rid of all the evidence.  Mom must have psychic powers because when she went to shower that night, I heard, “OMG!  SIMBA COME HERE!”  Really, are you kidding?  I’m not that crazy.  I stayed downstairs hoping she would cool off.  That was the first night that she didn’t give me a big hug and kiss at bedtime.  I waited until she turned the lights off and got on the bed very slowly.  I went over and stared at her nose to nose.  No kiss.  So it was my first night of sleeping at the foot of the bed instead of under the covers up against her.  I was sad the next morning and she noticed.  So she gave me a kiss and told me not eat carpet anymore.  Two days later, that little bad voice inside my head started taunting me.  Yup, I ate the carpet in the hallway.  I tried so hard to be good.  Once again, mom was not happy with me but this time was more understanding.  The next day she picked me up and took me to work with her.  I had so much fun.  Mommy was painting a door.  I would mischiefthrow my ball at her and she would throw it back so I can catch it.  Then I did something real cool.  I through my ball at mommy and it bounced off the edge of the paint can.  You can imagine how entertaining this was.  I tried it over and over until she finally put the paint can up high.  I don’t know how she expected me to throw that high.  I wanted to play but she was so busy so I got her attention by squeezing between her and the painted door.  My nose and ear are now white.  I think it looks rather stylish.  I spent the rest of the time playing with my ball but it finally disappeared right in front of my eyes; piece by piece.  We went home that night and cuddled until we fell asleep.