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I’m A Working Dog Now

June 9, 2017

Happy Friday, everyone! Ruger has had quite the exciting week and would like to share it with you! I’ll be back on Monday with a new care package in my shop! 

TGIF, am I right? Fridays are especially important to me now because I have a job! I know, I’m very excited too. You see, Rachel takes me to her office a whole bunch now and boy, does she keep me busy.  I thought it would be fun if I told you a little bit about my days at work!

We get there really early. Normally right at the time that I would take my post-breakfast nap, but the early Roogie gets the bird! When we first get there, Rachel unpacks all of my stuff and gets me some water from the kitchen. I don’t like the kitchen at this place; it has a funny-sounding floor and I’m afraid to walk on it.

I work on my brainstorming session while Rachel answers emails. I don’t know what those are, but she gets A LOT of them every single day. Sometimes she even yells “stop sending me emails!” at her shiny toy. I don’t know what that means, but maybe it’s like when I bring her all the shoes in the house. She only needs some shoes.

I know that picture makes it look like I’m sleeping, but really I just prefer to brainstorm laying down. With my eyes shut. And preferably on my blanket. Ahem. After my brainstorming session, people come visit us for “a meetings”. Lots of people want to come talk to me. Luckily, they sit on the floor and rub my belly while they talk. I don’t really understand what they’re saying, but we speak the universal language of belly rubs.  Sometimes I try to be a part of the “a meetings” and crawl in Rachel’s lap so I can see everyone.

After people leave, I have to get down to business. My main job involves watching out the window and alerting Rachel each time I see something. I see lots of somethings.  Birds. Squirrels. And sometimes people! I like watching out the window.

Before I know it, Rachel says it’s time to eat another breakfast. But I don’t get one! I don’t know why I don’t get another breakfast; I worked hard too. All I get is a trip outside and maybe a little piece of Rachel’s cheese stick. I like cheese sticks.

Then we have more “a meetings”, only now we go to other people’s rooms and have them in there! And then I help around the office: I’m especially good at helping people carry stuff. And making people use their happy voice! I can’t go anywhere without them using their happy voice. Rachel says I’m a real good boy.

After such a busy day, you can totally understand why I need to come home and take a nap until dinner time. Thank goodness it’s Friday and I can relax this weekend.

R

Ruger Is 2!

April 11, 2017

It’s not a good feeling when your dog calls you out on something, especially when he’s right. You see, Ruger turned two a few weeks ago while A and I were in Seattle/Vancouver and I may have missed wishing him happy birthday on social media. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but B had to go running his mouth and talk all about what we normally do for his birthday and then all you know what broke out.

Sigh.

Siblings, am I right?

So to make it up to the golden eyed charmer, I promised him his very own blog post celebrating the big 2. He specifically asked that I include this sentence: Ruger is a delight to have in our home and he brings us endless amounts of joy and love on a daily basis and he’s really sorry for peeing on the carpet in the closet that one time.

Weight: 60-ish pounds.

Grade level: College for playing fetch. Kindergarten for listening and attention span.

Nicknames: Roogie, Roogie Boogie, Roogie Boogs, Roogs, Roog Boy, Roogerino, Roogmeister, Boogs, Rugelach and just about everything other than his name, unless he’s in trouble.

Favorite toys: anything he can chew on and tennis balls.

Favorite snack: dirt, lint, cheese sticks. To this day, he still can’t figure out how to eat a carrot.

Favorite activities: laying next to you, laying on you, laying half on you, sleeping upside down, fetch, carrying things in his mouth, modeling hats and dog sweaters, helping to take the trash out and putting laundry away.

Dislikes: traffic, the vacuum, sleeping on the floor like an animal, eating inside.

Ruger is absolutely ridiculous and is 24 hours of pure entertainment on a regular basis. He’s quirky to no end, but loves being with his people more than anything else in the world. Any bag of trash is fair game to be picked up and carried throughout the house.  Same with almost anything else when he’s excited to see you.

He leaves white hair everywhere and puts dirty footprints all over my clean floor, but I don’t know that I could imagine our life without him now. Happy 2nd birthday, buddy! Here’s to many more!

R

Ruger’s 12 Days of Christmas

December 29, 2016

One of Ruger’s many Christmas presents was getting to blog again so I’ll let him take control today. See you all again tomorrow! 

Hello everyone, it’s Roogie Boogie again! This weekend, I learned that I absolutely L-O-V-E Christmas! Not only is Rachel home all day so we can snuggle and play, but there are so many good things that come my way!

On the first day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me a new snuggly blankey.

On the second day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the third day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me eight bowls of water, seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me nine bacon bits, eight bowls of water, seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me ten belly rubs, nine bacon bits, eight bowls of water, seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me eleven dog park visits, ten belly rubs, nine bacon bits, eight bowls of water, seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Rachel gave to me twelve extra snuggles, eleven dog park visits, ten belly rubs, nine bacon bits, eight bowls of water, seven toys a’squeaking, six ear scratches, five cheese sticks, four puppy cookies, three tennis balls, a two hour nap and a new snuggly blankey.

So you see, this Christmas was my best one yet and I am now a huge fan of the entire season! I hope your four-legged family members love it just as much.

B R

Happy Halloweenie!

October 31, 2016

Happy Monday, everyone! Since today is all about the kiddos and the candy, I’ve let B and Ruger take over control of the blog today! Hopefully it’s still standing when I get back tomorrow! 

Hey bloggy peeps! It’s B and Ruger back together. Well technically this is our first blog post together, but you get the idea. Our mom asked us to talk about Halloween and show off our costumes, but we both think that’s a little lame.

But our mom has final say because she’s the grown-up and controls access to our food, so happy Halloweenie everyone! Aren’t our costumes great?!

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We were supposed to be a banana (B) and a monkey (Ruger), but Mom took too long got busy and the store was sold out of bananas by the time she went shopping. So a shark and a crab it was! Don’t worry, our faces may say that we hate our costumes, but we just really hate having our picture taken…in our costumes.

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We can’t wait to wear our costumes when trick-or-treaters come to the door, although B will likely pretend he can’t walk and just bark from the couch. Ruger is probably going to try and join the kids, even though he’s supposed to stay in the house and isn’t allowed to have candy.

We hope that you all have a great Halloweenie and get lots of candy! Don’t forget to give your four-legged family members some!

Oh. Mom says you cannot do that. Candy would make us sick. Give us a piece of cheese instead.

R

Ruger’s First Blog Post

September 20, 2016

In the truest example of sibling rivalry ever: Ruger saw B’s blog post last week and straight up insisted that he get one of his own. I reluctantly let him write something up and was actually pleasantly surprised. Without further ado, I present Ruger’s first blog post.  

Greetings everyone! Allow me to introduce myself. My full name is RGK Smoking Six Shot Ruger, but you can just call me Ruger. Or Rugie. Or Roogie Boogie. Or Ruges. Or Rugerino. I answer to just about anything. I know my people think that I’m a little bit goofy, but you know what they say, still waters run deep.  I actually have a lot to say and I’m really glad I finally have an outlet to share my thoughts with you all.

I recognize what a valuable platform the Internet is so I’d like to use my first blog post to talk about something I’m very passionate about: the proliferation of nuclear weapons in other countries.

Just kidding.

I don’t know anything about that. I really just wanted to impress my mom because she thinks I’m a little bit of an airhead. She’s totally right sometimes. I mean let’s be real here: I should be able to pee without hitting my legs by now. But yet I can’t! But even still, I can be really smart sometimes!

So far, I love living with my mom, A and B.  There are comfy sofas to lay on and lots of toys to play with. They even bought a little mini lake for us to play in! Plus, if I wait until mom is too tired to fight me, I can totally sleep on the bed at night. Tee hee.

I even like having a little big brother. He’s a lot of fun to chase around! But I’ve learned that I have to be careful otherwise I step on him and everyone gets mad at me. We fight over mom’s lap sometimes, but I don’t see why we can’t both sit on her? I mean there’s plenty of room! I usually let B sit with her and I go over to sit with A because he gets lonely.

But the other night I had to sit with mom because I didn’t feel good. I coughed almost all night long and barely got any sleep! My mom was very worried and took me to the doctor. I liked him! He gave me a cookie and told my mom about some magic cheese that makes me feel a lot better.  So I feel much better this week!

Alright. I have to go steal B’s toy just because I can. Bye, guys!