Blogging fun

We've made friends with a wonderful little dog who is a fellow blogger. Her name is Asta, and her blog is HERE. She is the sweetest little Wire Fox Terrier, and even though she is hairy, we are ever so fond of her. She is teaching us to get over our hairydogophobia! This will make our Servant so pleased, as she thinks we will stop barking at all the hirsute dogs who trot by our fence. (Actually we bark at the dogs who trot by our fence because it's fun. But we'll let the Servant think whatever she wants as long as she gives us bones like last night, but wait we haven't told you about that yet!) If you check out her blog, you'll see that Asta and her humans are Doers of Kind Acts and Eaters of Good Food and we're proud to get to know them.

And on top of that they gave us our own award!

This award is presented to a successful blogger, one who can “be the blog” - making it their own, staying with it, interacting with the readers, and just plain having fun.

Thank you Asta!

And, if that weren't exciting enough we have been invited out for a wild night of poker! Scruffy of Scruffy and Lacie is planning a poker party Friday night before the Michigan/Penn State game on Saturday. The photo below my gorgeous signature shot shows Sammy Goodypants, I mean Sam I Am, in the Whippet Wagon all ready to roll. He's going to drive us to the party, then to the game on Saturday, where he'll drop us off and do zoomies back to Paducah to get his Therapy Dog test. Then he'll zoom back to Michigan to pick us Fun Dogs back up and take us home. He is such a suck up.

Do NOT let my mother, the Lady Maria, hear about this. She is the Fun Police. And Swede William is NOT allowed to go. He still has his boy parts. Enough said. So it will be me, my half brother Fat Charlie (get LOTS of pizza), and Sam I Am. Maybe my sister Delia, but she does not like to travel without her manservant so I doubt it. I have to say, that I for one am glad there are going to be ladydogs there, if you know what I mean. (Even though they all say I should have auditioned for Broke Back Mountain. Just because I got a little confused when Lindy Loo was that way and I tried to get romantic with Fat Charlie. Geesh, one little mistake like that and they never let you forget it. No I wasn't the least bit interested in Lindy Loo, she's not my type. But I'm just sayin' ... Just one look at my picture there and you can tell I am all DAWG.)

Yeah, it just looks like I have eyeliner on. It's a whippet thing. That's all.