I live the good life now but it wasn’t always that way.  Nope, it started off pretty bad!  I lived with a family who didn’t want me and they told me about it can you believe that?  I wanted to tell them I didn’t like them either but I figured if they knew I could talk they would sell me to a circus, so I kept my mouth shut.  I ended up pregnant and in a shelter.   I was mad at the world.  It was a nice fall day that my now Mother walked in and there I was scrawny and I had a buzz cut.  I was furious when the shelter shaved my hair, short hair cuts don’t look very good on me.  Anyway Mother filled out some papers and adopted me.  I hated her at this point because she was a human and thus far every human I met either was mean to me or gave me a horrible hair cut.  I got in her car and we drove to a house.  This was strange to me.  I had never been in a house so I peed on her floor.  She cleaned it up and I smiled watching her be my servant.  I did it again and again.  Then I puked.  She cleaned that too and then she hugged me.  I was beginning to think she was okay.  I am being called to go on a walk and I think relaxation is more important than work.  I’ll write more later.  Misty out!

This morning the sticky paper on my Mother’s lint roller ran out.  She thought she had another one but she didn’t.  Every morning I watch the same routine. Right before she leaves she takes her trusty lint roller and removes all of our hair.  Today she couldn’t and she had a meeting first thing.  It was funny to watch her search frantically for tape.  I would like to suggest not using scotch tape to remove dog hair. It was quite a site to watch her use small pieces of tape to pull hairs off of her black suit.  It really didn’t work.  She gave that up and ran to the garage to find duck tape. It was in Father’s tool box. I have tried telling him it isn’t a tool.  Anyway…..that seemed to do the trick.  She left the house but had to come back in to get her keys. Well then wouldn’t you know my stupid sister Maddie walked by and brushed up against her clean black pants.  Maddie is a German Shepherd and she sheds more than any other dog I have ever met.  So of course there was a big mess of hair on Mother’s pants.  Mother looked pretty flustered as she said good bye to us and left for work.  I don’t know what she does when she goes to work but she is gone until 5pm all week and personally if I were her I wouldn’t do it. I have suggested she stay home and relax in the sun as I do but she doesn’t seem to listen.  Maddie is also the reason her clothes are really hairy to begin with.  Maddie loves to go in the closet and walk through all of the hanging clothes.  Maddie gets away with it because she is “soooo cute”.  I think Mother should stop wasting her day going to work. If she has to go I’m not sure why she can’t have hair on her clothes. I’ll figure it out one day.  Misty Out.

This heat has been awful.  I prefer to stay inside and enjoy the air conditioning.  My sister Maddie was begging to go outside and play but Mother wouldn’t let her.  Finally the spoiled brat got her way and Mother filled a baby pool up for her play in it.  Maddie didn’t want to play in the pool she wanted to play with the hose filling the pool.  Of course Mother thought this was the funniest thing she had ever seen, so she filmed it.  I’m sure our neighbors think Mother is off her rocker, outside in the heat filming her dog playing in the water.  Well it lasted about five minutes.  Maddie came inside soaking wet and shook all over.  I went out to go to the bathroom and Mother tried to get me to “take a dip”.  She even stood in the pool and called me over; she was practically begging me to swim.  I ignored her. Apparently if you ignore humans they learn not to beg. Mother is a slow learner when it comes to that. I really prefer to swim in the pond, not some stupid plastic pool. If you want to watch Maddie being stupid… I mean being so funny and cute you can by clicking here.

I have been told by Mother that I don’t really mention my sister Macy.  She is a rescue like me.  When Mother and Father first got her they told me she was just visiting.  That was over a year ago.  She is now a permanent fixture.  She is really the happiest dog in the world, she jumps around and wags her tail but when people come she puts on the pathetic dog show.  I think she does it so people feel sorry for her.  Mother says she does it because she doesn’t trust everyone.  Mother and I go back and forth on this. She also calls Mother “Miss” which is a bit formal if you ask me.  Mother told her she could call her Mom but she doesn’t want to. She calls our Grandmother “Grandmiss”.  I roll my eyes at this. Macy takes everything upstairs to her bed.  She takes all of the toys out of the toy box and puts them in her bed.  If we get a treat she runs upstairs to eat it in her bed.  She is obsessed with her bed.  When Mother changes her blankets she runs full force and hops on the bed so Mother can’t remove the blankets.  Oddly enough she sleeps in Mother and Father’s bed at night.  Perhaps her bed is too full.  Misty Out.

I ate a dryer sheet yesterday.  I don’t know why I did it.  I never eat anything that I shouldn’t.  It all started last week when my sister Maddie ate a cucumber.  My Mother said “I wish Misty would eat vegetables”.  Well Maddie was being so annoying all week, she was telling me I was too picky and that I wasn’t a real dog because real dogs eat everything.  I had to show my little sister that I was a real dog. I went into the laundry room and dug around the garbage.  I found the dryer sheet and I ate it.

A few hours later Mother came home and as she walked in the door I gagged and threw it up.  She didn’t know what it was at first.  She was horrified.  She grabbed a paper towel and picked it up and then she gagged.  “Misty,” Mother said, “Why one earth would you eat a dryer sheet?”  I had learned my lesson, I didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t do it again.  So I looked at her and answered “to be softer”.  

The events of this past weekend have me a little riled up.  For the last two years I have gone out the back door to a backyard that has a four foot picket fence.  I can see what is going on in the adjacent yards.  I can see the cats that roam through the neighborhood and I can see the children playing in the other yards.  I often lie on the deck and watch all of these things.  I enjoy it. I will admit sometimes I run to the fence and bark until Mother or Father suggests that I stop.  My sister Macy can jump the four foot fence.  Most of the time she doesn’t but sometimes she sees a neighbor dog and wants to play.  So over the fence she goes.  She’s lived here for a year and she isn’t allowed out in the yard alone because Mother fears she will run away or get hurt.  I told Mother that it is survival of the fittest and if Macy doesn’t make it that is how nature wanted it.  Mother doesn’t like when I talk this way. She tells me it isn’t very nice. This weekend my parents got up very early. They spent the whole day outside hammering and sawing.  Down came the fence.  I was excited, I thought this meant we were able to come and go as we pleased, something I had been suggesting for months now.  I pictured myself strolling casually over to the neighbor dog’s house and playing in the pond with him. I smiled as I thought how nice it would be to come and go as I please.  Then it happened, instead of freedom we got just the opposite.  My parents put up a six foot privacy fence.  When they let us out to see how we liked it, I was furious.  “How could you do this?” I demanded.  Mother and Father smiled proudly at their work.  They said “Macy will be safe now and we don’t have to worry about her running away.”  The things they do for that annoying little Macy.....I’m going to ask them to put some screen windows in so that I can make sure the neighborhood is running as it should. Misty Out.

I was on a lovely walk with Mother early yesterday morning when I heard Max, a handsome Boxer that lives in the neighborhood, yell my name.  I stopped and pretended to sniff the ground so that I could answer him.  I figured he wanted to tell me he liked my new haircut, but that wasn’t the case.  He told me his family had a new baby and now he had to leave.  He just wanted to say goodbye to me.  I had heard about this happening but I didn’t understand it.  I asked him where he was going but he didn’t know.  My heart hurt for him, I knew he would end up in a shelter. I had come from a shelter and I knew what was ahead of him. I stopped sniffing and looked up at my mother. “Good luck Max,” I said. I just wanted to get home.  I started pulling on the leash.  When we got home I sat down and stared at my mother.  “What’s wrong Misty?” she asked.  “When are you having your baby?” I demanded.  Father heard me ask this and choked on the orange juice he was drinking. Mother looked confused. She told me that maybe someday I would have a human brother or sister but not anytime soon.  Then she asked what made me bring this up.  I told her about Max. She bent down and hugged me and scratched behind me ears.  “No matter what you will always live here, we will never ever give you up” she told me.  “What if someone said they would give you a million dollars for me?” Nope, Mother said, not even for a million dollars. Maddie chimed in that she would sell me for a million dollars or even a steak. I asked why some people traded their dogs for babies.  Mother didn’t have an answer. She said she wondered that too.  When you get a dog you should keep it.  Mother did tell me there are groups out there that teach how to adjust to life with a dog and a baby.  I hope Max finds a home that deserves him. I hope if you have a baby you still keep your dog and you still pay attention to him.  Us dogs have feelings too.

Last night Mother, Father, Maddie, Macy and I all went on a walk around the neighborhood.  Ever since Maddie was a puppy people have literally stopped their cars, stopped their yard work and stopped their bikes to tell Mother and Father what a beautiful dog she is.  This has really gone to her head.  One time we were walking and some little kid yelled “it’s the big bad wolf, Daddy, it’s the big bad wolf.”  I thought this was funny, but Maddie didn’t like being called a big bad wolf. I tried making her feel better by telling her the kid was wrong, that she is really a big ugly wolf but once again Mother made me stop bothering her.  Tonight as we walked through the neighborhood a group of kids saw us and mistook Maddie for a movie star from the movie “Cats and Dogs”.  Maddie loved it, all the way home she kept asking if she should have offered an autograph.  She is so annoying to me.  I am a famous blogger here at A Dog Spot, but it hasn’t gone to my head. Even with my new found fame I still take my steak the same way.

I’m sad to let you know my sister, Syd the cat is missing.  Last Tuesday she went outside in the back yard as she sometimes does.  This time though she all of a sudden darted away.  My parents are very sad.  My father figure is actually incredibly sad, he has been her Dad for eleven years.  I’m pretty annoyed that they having been spending time making fliers and posting ads.  What my parents don’t know is that I have been looking for her, not because I want her back but because they are offering a reward for her return.  I could use some extra money.  I didn’t really think Syd was smart anyway, she wouldn’t fetch a ball, she wouldn’t play tug of war, she wouldn’t wrestle with me and my other sisters, you get the idea.  Okay the truth of it is I’m worried about the stupid cat.  I want my parents to cheer up and I want the cat to come home.  If any of you have seen Syd please contact my parents.  You can claim the reward in full or because I told you about it you can give me some of it, you can decide.  You’re in my prayers Syd, you stupid cat.  

Misty Out

Thanks for reading my dog blog. To the left is a picture of me relaxing....I look a little grumpy because I’m thinking about writing a blog and it interrupts my sleeping pattern.

On the bright side I get to work from the comfort of my own home.  My sisters don’t have to work but that is probably because they aren’t nearly as smart as I am.  I guess I’m flattered to be a blogger for A Dog Spot.

My sister Maddie is a German Shepherd and she thinks she is a genius, she kind of gets on my nerves.  My other sister Macy is a little mutt, she also gets on my nerves.  They are too noisy and they play too much.  All day it’s the same thing and I have to listen to it.  I’m far too sophisticated, I bet I’m not even part of this family.  I was probably adopted....wait I was adopted...

Good........ More to come.  Misty Signing Out!

On Sunday evening my Mother decided to take me for an evening stroll.  We were walking down the street and I got bit by a dog!  I couldn’t believe it, out of nowhere came this crazy dog and he pinned me down and took a bite.  I had to get shaved and I had to get stitches, it was so scary. I went and saw Dr. Sheff at Airport Emergi Clinic and he was so nice to me.  I’m getting to know him very well, I was there a few weeks ago because I was wheezing in the middle of the night and Mother and Father thought I was having an allergic reaction to something. I am a pretty rough and tough dog though; I’ve lived on the streets and in a shelter.  I can handle a dog bite.  I’m feeling much better.  Mother is being extra nice to me.  She brings water to my bed and holds the bowl for me.  I’m going to pretend that it hurts to walk so that she continues this behavior.  I also got special meaty treat and a new blanket.  The worst part of this is that my sister Maddie keeps calling me a sissy for getting beat up.  Since Mother is all about equal treatment for us dogs I have asked her to shave patches in Maddie’s fur so that everything is equal, just the way it should be.  She refuses.