I am all for rescuing animals.  Yes, even cats.  I know how happy I have made my mom and dad, so I know how powerful it can be to save an animal, and bring them into a home that is going to take care of them.

With that being said, I think that the Sarah McLachlan commercials on the TV are deceiving.  I cannot even watch the entire commercial without trying to pick up my dad’s iPhone and call the number on the screen.  I have yet figured out how to dial the number with my paw or tongue, but I’m still working on it.  And by the time that the commercial is done, I would be willing to rescue a Cheetah. 

Sarah McLachlan was known for love songs, but now she is known as the background music for a dog rescue commercial.  I will go out on a limb and say that the number of animals that have been rescued since the time they started using her music has tripled.  

The only problem I have with these commercials is the fact that the dogs that they show are actors.  I’ve seen them in other commercials or shows.  If you are looking to rescue the Chihuahua shown in the Sarah McLachlan dog rescue commercial, don’t go to the shelter, go to the SAG-AFTRA office.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

I hate the saying, “It’s a dog eat dog world.”  As a canine, I take offense to this.  I don’t believe it’s right to condone cannibalism, nor violence, and for the record I don’t get along with other dogs.  (See previous posts.)  

We dogs have evolved into our own species.  Yes, we started out as wolves, but the cream has risen to the top, and we dogs now stand on our own.  And thank goodness!  Seriously, who can stand all of that howling at the moon?  And thanks to stupid movies like “Twilight,” it’s better that people don’t associate dogs with wolves in any way, shape, or form.  

If you are going to believe in the mantra, “It’s a dog eat dog world,” then I refer you to one of my daddy’s favorite sitcom characters Norm from “Cheers.”  He simply stated one afternoon:

“It’s a dog eat dog world, and I’m wearing (Milkbone) underwear.”

To me, that simply means, it may be rough out there, but at least I’m prepared to deal with whatever comes my way.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

I have human parents.  Even though I am a dog, (even though I may not act like one,) I still know that there is a difference between humans and canines, but the fact of the matter is that I have human parents.

But people still compliment me as if I were human, and that the traits that they are complimenting me on were passed down by my parents.  It makes it so awkward.  

“Your dog is so pretty.”

“She has such a lovely coat.”

“Your dog has gorgeous eyes.”

All my mom and dad can do is say, “thank you,” and quickly try to get away from those people.  What do you expect them to say?  ”Thanks.  She gets her good looks from her mother.  She looks more and more like her everyday.”

I’m not saying I don’t like compliments, but maybe compliment my human side once in awhile, (like my stubbornness,) and my parents won’t have to have so many of those awkward moments.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

I pee’d the bed recently.  

No, I wasn’t drunk.  I think I have only been drunk once in my life.  That was at my mommy’s surprise birthday party, and someone had accidentally spilled wine on the floor.  At the time I thought it was water.  And what was I supposed to do, leave it on the ground for someone to slip and fall?  No!  One of my jobs as a dog is to provide clean-up when things fall or spill on the ground.  So I licked it up to the best of my ability, and a few minutes later… I was feeling great!  My tail would not stop wagging.  (I think it was wagging by itself.)  Then a half hour later, I felt like a truck had run me over. Long story short, peeing the bed is a sign of marking my territory, and protecting what is mine.  Meaning I am letting other canines know that I am protecting my parents and that any other dogs should back the f*&% up!

I think that a lot of the problems that other countries are having with each other is because their territories have not been clearly marked.  I know that the flower bed next door belongs to Hendricks because he pees there all the time, same with the one down at apartment 1 belongs to Whiskey the Lab.  

But when it comes down to it all, this world is big enough for everyone to mark plenty of territories, and still have enough to go around.  So take note Middle East.  There’s enough room for everyone, and enough pee to put on it.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

Since my daddy used to be a huge basketball fan, the term “March Madness” means watching endless amounts of college basketball in hopes that one of the teams would end up in the Final Four, and then ultimately, the championship.  To me, it’s the time of year for the Westminster Kennel Club dog show.  

This event should have humans as well as canines cheering just like they do during these basketball games; The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.  More than a competition, it’s a way of life.  (http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org)  This is the Superbowl of dog shows.  Our chance to show to the world, that the dog has completely evolved from the Wolf and decidedly become a species of our own.  (YEA!)  

But did you catch who won this year?  Some Pekingese bitch named Malachy.  (Gesundheit!)  This dog looks like she just flew Trans-Atlantic, outside, on the wing of the airplane.  Hello, did they have hair and make-up for this dog?  Well, at least hair.  Her hair looked like those streamers that were on the ends of the handle-bars on an old bicycle.  I know, I’m being vicious, but this isn’t the face that I want to represent me species.  I was thinking more along the lines of a canine like myself.  After all, Springer Spaniels have had 14 group wins throughout the competition, and won Best in Show in 2007.  (http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/history/sportbrecords.html)

That is why I, Chloe Thumper Leaf Green Rockenstein, am campaigning to have the dog show become an Olympic event.  If the world wants to see world class athletes, then look no further than the WKC.  But only look for the sporting group…  which is the one that I am in.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

When I used to live in a different part of town, my mommy and daddy would take me on walks throughout our neighborhood and I would get the opportunity to explore different areas, sniff to see if I recognized any familiar smells, and poop.  To be completely honest, as a dog, I find pooping one of the funnest parts of my day.  And believe me, there are plenty of fun activities that I do throughout the day.  This is when I take the time to really look at the world from a different perspective.  Cars speeding by.  Kids moving around on flat wooden boards with wheels on them.  And the chance to say, “Hey!  Just in case any of you other canines were wondering whose patch of grass this is, it’s mine!”

KABOOM!  I would mark my territory, and no sooner had I finished, my parents would clean up after me with some funny type of plastic bag.  But most canines and humans on this street acted in a similar way.  I think it was because there were these signs on the grassy spots that said, “Please Curb Your Dog!”  

In our new neighborhood, it’s not the same.  My parents still pick up after me, I still diligently leave my mark on my favorite areas, but other dogs and parents don’t clean up after one another!  I know I may look like a dog, but this is disgusting!  I’m all for a good poop, but I don’t want to still see it days later.  And some dogs have a poop eating disorder, so not cleaning up after them can be disastrous.  

From a dog who cares, please… Curb Your Dogs!

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

People have often said that I am more human than canine.  While I know that I am a dog, it’s true, I act like I am a human, but the key word being “act.”  I think my biggest human trait is my ability to be annoyed with other dogs.  You know who I am talking about; the dogs that are used as accessories.  What the hell is this all about!?  And I know that their owner is equally at fault for this, but c’mon!  We have four legs for a reason.  To run about, sit up, and beg.  Not sit shotgun in some faux Louis Vuitton purse or handbag not being able to get out to have a potty break.  So guess what happens?  The girl starts looking for her compact, but she finds a lot more in her purse.  A nice dump.  Apply that to your skin for a healthy glow.

Dogs like this have been disowned by the canine world.  Especially the ones who have become famous on certain reality shows.  You did it to yourself when you put on those clown outfits, and pranced about like you’re better than everybody else!  You can now consider yourself a Muppet.

That’s all I have to say for now. 

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel. 

I don’t get the whole “new years” thing.  I hear the words “new years” and my mom and dad talking about starting fresh and new.  That’s the feeling that I get every time I wake up from one of my 10 naps, or when I run to fetch my ball and bring it back for my mom or dad to throw again.  If that’s what “new years” is all about, then I’m celebrating “new years” every day.  (SNIFF)  But it looks like to much wasted effort to go out for something that ends with a big finale of counting a bunch of numbers.  (YAWN)  If you want to count something fun, then come outside with me on my next walk and count all of the squirrels that I chase up trees.   

Hang on a second, there’s a bird nearby…  That’s what I thought, birds.  If I wasn’t inside, I would be all over those pesky birds.  I’m a bird dog after all.

If this new year thing is a time for new beginnings then perhaps that means getting along with my stupid neighbors.  Granted he always barks at me no matter what I do or say, I guess there’s always room to be the bigger canine and try to be friends.  But if he poops in the planter in front of my apartment again, I am going to take matters into my own paws and handle things the alpha way.  

I suppose that’s all for now.  Happy New Year.

Sniff ya later,

My name is Chloe.  I am a Springer Spaniel.