Friday, April 07, 2006

Remember when I said I had to write about scraggly old Ethel that I hate? Well, now I am very sad and mixed up. Ethel is sick.

Mom says when it comes to pets, there's sick and there's sick. I'm pretty sure that what Mom means is that, "There's sick so let's take you to the vet," or "There's sick...and you know what happens after that."

Scraggly Old Ethel and me never hit it off. Gudrun and Myrtie are good NDak cats and know how to get along with others. But Uncle Aaron found Ethel and her brother Fred in a dumpster behind Luigi's Italian restaurant 18 years ago. They were big-city kitties and they woud kick your butt in one second.

But now Fred is dead. Ethel isn't and now I'm sorry I wished she was. When I came to live with Mom Ethel was rude and mean to me. Mom bought me a h-u-g-e bed for the floor and Ethel copped it. Ethel took my bed, my food and my toys and my friends. She scared them too. But now I know she is really old and has only 9 teeth and I am trying to be understanding.

So now Ethel is sick. Mom says she will "put her down." I'm not really, really sure but I'm pretty sure what that means. Will Mom do that to me if I get sick? I'm scared. But I still love my Mom.

Your friend,
Larry Olaf

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Hey Everybody,
It's been a busy week for dogs. Me and Jazz have been patrolling the canyon. We stay together after that last coyote pack scare. If Mom hadn't run down from the top of the mesa I would have been toast. After BarnDawg got eaten Mom has a BIG resentment against coyotes. I think the coyotes knew that because they all took off when Mom came running down screaming. Thanks Mom.

Here is a picture of me in the newspaper. People like to take my picture and I like to pose. I don't know who that girl is but she was pretty cute. Mom thinks I should get paid for modeling. That way she won't have to work. I would like to help Mom. So call me if you need a dog model.

It is spring and I'm happy but I think I might miss the snow. It's OK though because I'm sure we will have some more in May or June. You can come and play in it with me if your mom will let you.

Oh, I forgot to tell everybody to go help clean up their dog parks this Saturday. It's the official dog park April Stool Celebration. Me and Mom are going to Bear Creek Dog Park to help pick up all the dog poop the rude lazy people leave on the ground. It is so rude to do that.

Your friend,

Larry Olaf

ps: Next time I will write about scraggly, nasty old Ethel. My mom says.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Hi, all my friends,
Boy, am I tired today. The stress was killing me. I just had my final test for intermediate Companion Dog school. Yep. I passed. My teacher Sabine brought all kinds of stuff to tempt me to not concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing.

I didn't chase the hyper puppy, I didn't try to eat the peanutbutter biscuit and I didn't listen to anybody but my Mom. (But I did sneak over and lick all the peanut butter off the biscuit after the test---when Mom's back was turned!)

Two other dogs also passed the test. We are "seniors" now and my teacher Sabine is very excited. She is from Germany (which I think is pretty far away) and she has trained lots of dogs. Especially dogs who like to help people. Like I do. I go to class at PetsMart in Southgate. Sabine teaches dogs there.

Here is a picture of me and Mom. You can see she is very proud of me. I am also proud of her---even though I don't think anybody can train her. But she's still a great Mom!

I'm really, really tired. I hope you are all good. I am going to take a nap now.

Your friend Larry Olaf

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Okay. Let's get this over with.
Mom said it's rude to talk about somebody when others don't know them. She told me, "Larry Olaf, if people don't know who you're talking about, it's boring." What can I tell you? These other pets ARE boring. It's not my fault.

The most boring one of all is Sam. He's a wussy little spoiled baby. He is no fun. He just jumps into every's lap and kisses up. So he doesn't drool. So what?! Thank Dog he doesn't live here. He lives in Denver and even that's way too close for me.

The problem is that his parents are always traipsing off and dumping him on us. And they dump his brother Jackthedog too but Jackthedog can at least take a joke. Like I'm REALLY going to squash them!

Also Sam pees when he gets excited and poops when he darn well wants to. Yuck,yuck, yuck!! I'd like to see what would happen if I did that! Also I don't go to Sam's house and make messes all over the place.

Well now you know all about Sam. I hope you're happy, Mom. Tomorrow I will talk about something fun. And Mom, I'm putting your picture in my next blog no matter what. I will find a good one.

Your friend,
Larry Olaf

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

This blogging is fun. I will try to be interesting. Today I'm going to talk about my friend George in North Dakota.

I met George around Christmas time last year. He's pretty old---about 85 I think. He is a very interesting and smart man. He is an architect and pilot. He built hundreds of houses and things in Fargo. He lives in a beautiful big house with two disgusting, stinky cats. (But George does not stink.)

George is very funny (even if I don't get some of his jokes) and my mom says he's the kindest person she knows. He takes care of many people and never waits to be thanked. In fact, some people don't even know it's George that helps them.

I'm proud to know George and I am training to be come a friend to other humans too. In fact my picture will be in the paper next week. I can stand next to people who can't bend down. I can put my head on their beds if they can't get up. I hardly ever drool.

That's about it for today. I hope everybody--even cats (who my friend Chancy says sneak around on "little cat feet") are having a good week.

Your Friend,
Larry Olaf

Monday, March 20, 2006

My whole real name is Larry Olaf Lovas Lake. Everbody around here has been saying, "Larry Olaf, you should start your own blog!" So I'm going to try. I'm not sure I'll be very good but I'll do my best. Today I'll tell you something about myself. I hope you won't get too bored.

I think I'm about 2 years old. My Mom adopted my sister and me on our last day at the dog pound. People liked looking at us but nobody wanted 2 St. Bernard/Great Dane teenagers---or even 1. My sister and me were pretty sad. We were also sick and skinny as sticks. But Mom didn't care---she took both of us home anyway.

She took very good care of us and we got better and started to look very handsome and beautiful. My sister was adopted by a man and wife with a big yard and no plans to have kids. (That's good because my sister is a handful.) But Mom said she wouldn't give me up no matter what.

That was over a year ago and I am very happy. I live on 20 acres in CO. It's very beautiful here but I stay with Mom all the time---after I found out Mom's old dog Barney got eaten up by coyotes. Also Ruger the German Shepherd was attacked by a mountain lion and went to Kansas to live on Uncle Dave's ranch where there aren't any mountain lions. And also Jazzy my brother got attacked by a bear but Jazzz got away. But he still limps.

My brother Jazzz is 7, my nephew Sam is a spoiled brat wetty-pants puppy and his dumb brother Jackthedog is 1. I also have 3 crabby cat roomates including scraggly old Ethel who I hate. Maybe I will tell you all about them soon.

But remember this blog is supposed to be about me. I will write more later.

Larry Olaf