Well There

At The Farm - ON THE COUCH

As you can see by the stern look on my face - I AM NOT HAPPY.
It's been months since I was allowed computer access so I could blog.
And my people took a walk in the country without me - so I protested by sitting on their precious couch. SO THERE.

QUICK UPDATES

I'm now a year old (and some change). Gee - you would think there would have been a party with lots of pictures! NOT.

I am enjoying my playtime at our NYC dog run - and loving my weekends at the farm. (I think we should call it Five Fields Farms - since there are indeed 5 different fields/meadows for me to play in).

I am sad that Aunt D is moving to a new neighborhood and won't be right around the corner from us (although she promises to meet us in Central Park).

I am embarrassed that my blog has been slacking and PROMISE to be better at posting.

I've been spending time in Daycare every Thursday - and LOVE IT!

I'm very lucky that when Mom is out of town on business Irish takes me up to the Farm for some quality one on one time! Man and his dog - does it get any better?

I am officially a BIG GIRL - meaning I am crate free day and night.
Of course I have found the best place to sleep is curled up with Mom!

Now that took all of 5:00 to pull together. I will make sure I get more computer time - and to reward myself I think Mom should take me to dinner at Parnell's tonight with Aunt D so we can BOTH wish her a fond neighborhood farewell - and celebrate her new adventure on the west side !

- Ellie

Help Wanted

Writer/Blogger/Photographer.
Hours flexible. Knowledge of iPhoto would be helpful. Experience in puppy discipline is absolutely NOT required. Pay negotiable. I can only offer loving looks and the opportunity to scratch my belly on a regular basis - but let's face it - that's PRICELESS.

(Yes - after a month of NOT POSTING - I had to make the painful decision to fire my previous assistant. She could just not handle work, me, weekends in the country, me, dining out with Irish, taking me for walks AND posting my blog entries. For this I apologize.)

Trouble

I guess this means I won't be allowed to roam free unsupervised.

Oh well.

Girls Night

AKA Pizza & Puppy Night

Mom and Miss D are the only 2 in the office who have yet to see the movie, THE HANGOVER. Now that the sequel is out - and the original is "on demand" - they decided to get together for a little pizza and wine to watch the movie. Sounded like a good idea so I joined in.

(I got biscuits and lots of pets - but these 2 gals were not about to share their pizza or wine).

The verdict - it was ok.

Funny yes - but does not compare to the classics -

Caddy Shack - or Animal House.

Bradley Cooper - that's another story.

Let's just say that man can give me belly rubs anytime! Yum.

Happy Father's Day

My Dad, aka The Irish Man or "Irish" for short.

Due and his Dad

Abbey with Huni (Mom's Dad)

Here's to all the Dads that love us and take care of us. Extra treats for all!

Almost Perfect

This morning was almost perfect.

Due and I met up at the corner and strolled to Central Park.

The rains have passed and the sun was out. BEAUTIFUL.

Due's been under the weather. He was just diagnosed with Addison's Disease. He got his meds and is on the mends so it was terrific to be back with him in The Park.

We romped and made all the other dogs jealous.

I basked in the dappled sunlight, with a stick, some mud stains,

and my tongue a-waggin'.

THEN THIS.

I hid my harness at The Farm so Mom and Irish would "forget" to bring it back with us last week. I thought I'd "run free" and drag Mom

willy-nilly up and down the streets of Manhattan.

At least that was MY plan.

But NOOOOOOOOO. Mom caught my friend Parker wearing one of these. A "Gentle Leader".

She had a chat with Parker's Mom - who told her it was indeed "the best" option. Really cuts down on the pulling, etc. Irish keeps mentioning a choke collar - and Mom has resisted. I hear her asking around and folks who have tried both say the Gentle Leader is the way to go.

Due doesn't care. He's by my side no matter what. I still think this is ridiculous. I have asked every doorman on my block for assistance in the removal of this device.

No such luck.

So to get even - I did what only a dog could do.

Quietly laid in a muddy puddle while the peeps had brunch!

So there!

A Sticky Situation

Listen up People. This is not that complicated.

THIS IS A COMMON VARIETY GARDEN/YARD/FARM STICK...

And when you leave these items laying around,

they will also be considered (for canine purposes)..STICKS

Not a "screwdriver" or a "weeder"

If you don't pick up after yourself....your sticks may just end up where the rest of mine do...

buried somewhere in acres of meadows....good luck!

I think we can all take a way a few valuable lessons...

1) Pick up your tools

2) Bright handles are a good idea.

3) and if you don't pick up....HAPPY HUNTING!

You may have noticed that I have a stick obsession. I'm a 8 month old puppy, spending her weekends either at The Farm or The Park. Sticks are my life.