Not cool

Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of the Tigers...but c'mon.

Sheriff Missing

Sheriff dog disappeared today . . . wonder where he went.

Eventful Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve was awesome this year!

My people have been pretty lazy to wake up recently and I don't get fed until later in the morning sometimes. On Christmas Eve my tall person fed me sometime earlier in the morning. It was tasty. He then went right back to bed . . . because he's lazy. Later on, my girl person got up and gave me SECOND BREAKFAST!!! It was awesome! A tip to you dogs out there, just act like you're starving ALL THE TIME. Then if someone doesn't know you've already eaten, they'll probably feed you anyway.

Most of the rest of the day, my people were cooking stuff, so there were great smells all over the place. I, of course, helped as much as I could by standing in the kitchen as much in the way as possible.

Later that night I got dinner, as usual. After I wolfed down my third meal of the day I stood outside and bragged to all the other dogs in the neighborhood. It sounded like this -



Then I came back inside only to see my people leave for church. Not that I mind -- that gave me time to work off the extra food by taking a big fat nap on the couch. Only thing is, I was really excited about Santa coming. Here's what I felt like -



With all the excitement....I threw up on the couch. It was no big deal, really. Think of it like this -


But for some reason my people seemed a little upset. I heard rumors of the vintage furniture being replaced in the near future. That's okay with me . . . I could use a new bed.

Christmas Tree Fun

My people put up my Christmas tree for me about a week ago. It took them long enough. They were super-lazy and didn't put one up at all last year. I'm glad they finally got around to it, though. It smells nice, it gives me an extra place to get a drink of water and most of all it has THESE:

That's right! Much like people have pinatas, I get these little glass ornaments that, if you're lucky, have little puppy-treats in them. I haven't found any, yet. But I plan on starting my search again soon. The people make it tricky for me, but I am very adept at getting to all of them. First, I take out the low-hanging ornaments. Then I use the well-lit wire rope as a ladder to climb to the top of the tree where the most valuable prizes often hide.

Here's a picture of my exploits from a couple years ago. No treats that year, but I'm still hopeful for this year.

Evil Trespasser

An evil and completely unwelcome intruder invaded my home a couple weeks ago. He's a rather small and ugly pooch that somehow has the impression he's the sheriff around here. I will sooner rip his face off before bestowing such a title upon him. His day of judgment is coming and all will know that there is but one sheriff at the White house and she is ME!

Here is a video of his recent transgression. It serves as proof of his evil doing.

Big Butter Auggie

The little person is somewhat easily spooked. Here's a picture of him in the midst of being startled.

This pose is strikingly similar to that of a 60' statue in front of a large church in Ohio. Take a look:

Looks like he's about to drown, or maybe do a backflip. Kinda looks like he might be really angry and just yelled, "what the crap!?" Probably the best name was made famous by a song by Heywood Banks, "Big Butter Jesus" and is why my people now call my little shorty, "Big Butter Auggie." Take a gander at the youtube video:

Camera Craze

I'm pretty sure this is what my tall person looks like to my little person. They're ridiculous with the camera stuff. I think they might be approaching 5% or 10% of what they have of me!

By the way -- good news on the magic chair front. It seems my tall people are less vigilant with their food stuffs while looking over the little person. I got TWO chips this week!

New Person

Well, now it looks like this little person is here to stay. I don't know what the big deal is, but he gets all kinds of stuff I can't have. He's ON THE FURNITURE all the time. They give him CLOTHES and if he makes the slightest noise, my people pay all kinds of attention to him. Maybe I just need to bark a little louder . . . . Heck, he doesn't even have to go outside to use the bathroom!

I did check him out the other day.


He smells okay and I think he'll be the perfect-sized jockey for that race I've always wanted to enter.

Here's some more pictures if you're into that sort of thing.

Unacceptable Circumstances

A couple weeks ago I was horribly abused by both my people for almost an entire day. First, my short person wakes up at 4:30am and kicks me off my usual post of protecting the top of the couch while I sleep. I made her feed me since she already woke me up. A little chilly outside, but I'm tough and handled it brilliantly.

Later on, I had my tall person let me back in the house and could just sense that something was going on. The short person was making noise and seemed uncomfortable -- I offered my comfy bed for her to lay on, but she refused. Then, for no reason at all, the tall one locked me in their bedroom! What a load of crap. I heard more people come into the house, but I was just stuck in their room for hours and hours.

Around noon (the time I have continually but yet unsuccessfully lobbied to receive lunch) the tall one pulled me out of the bedroom and stuck me in the office. During my brief period of freedom I took a couple pictures to document all the commotion.


I guess they were having some sort of swimming party. I love swimming -- especially at the dog park. I heard some more noise a few hours later that woke me from a brief power nap. Then the tall person threw me back outside!!! At this point I was getting pretty upset. I'm the life of the party! Why wouldn't they want me in there? Eventually, I figured out that during one of my naps someone delivered a new person to my house! With my super sense of hearing I heard some stuff about him:

August Dean White
born 2:53 pm on 10/21/08 (about 10 minutes after my last nap)
weighed 7-lbs, 9-oz
20.5" long

Here's a picture of the little guy:


Looks to me like his foot is broken . . . but whatever. Only good thing to come of the day is that the short person's brother came and took me to Baby's house for a couple nights. That was AWESOME! Baby and I have great fun and we get to climb all over the furniture at her house. By way of introduction, here's me hanging out with Baby and in no way annoying the heck out of her:

My first blog post

It's hard to be Jersey.

Lucky for me -- and for you -- I'm so awesome I can handle it. I've been blogging as a guest on other dogs' blogs for a while now (see Norm and The Bailey Dog), but something happened the other day that inspired me to start my own. I'll post about that later.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I was adopted from the Central Missouri Humane Society in January of 2006. Here's me the day I came home -


Obviously I'm incredibly cute. My people -- the tall one, and the short one -- take pretty good care of me. And they should for all the awesome things I do for them. I'm bigger now, but more awesome and no less cute