Thursday, April 27, 2006
Here is my fish story.
It was early morning, you could hear the birds by their feeders and the fish in the pond.
The fish were jumping up to eat the catfish food, my daddy was throwing at them.
It's my nature not to like catfish.
I'm a dog.
They are part fish and part cat.
How could that be a good thing?
The fish food looks a lot like my dog food.
I thought if I catch all the catfish, I could have all their food.
I caught this big one all by myself.
I jumped into the pond and wrestled with it.
It tried to get away but I pulled it by it's tail, to the shore.
We are going to grill it tonight.
I should get the leftovers if there are any.
That's my tale and I'm sticking to it.
Posted by Mesha Provo at 9:14 AM
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Sometimes I follow Mommie around in her garden.
I keep her company and I like to see her dig.
I like to dig too. That's all the fun I can see in spending all that time in a garden. Someday I will fill her boots with dirt and boy, she will be surprised.
Posted by Mesha Provo at 9:07 AM
Monday, April 17, 2006
I not a bleeding heart, the flower is.
I do show extreme sympathy for dogs of alleged persecution, like strays. As long as they are at a good distance, I think they are fine.
Yesterday, I chased a Great Pyrenees from my land. It was a big white ghost, 100lb pounds, 10 feet tall( I think) and I chased him away.
Mommie has been talking about Great Pyrenees, dreaming about Great Pyrenees and there is one that keeps coming around. He may need a home, but I'm not ready to share. She wants a guardian dog to protect me from the fox. I chased the guardian dog away. I'll chase the fox, if I get the chance.
Posted by Mesha Provo at 9:53 AM
Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
This week end off to the river I'll go.
We will go all the way to Alabama and
I will get to stay in the hotel. Maybe I will have to hide.
We don't know yet.
The boat is my daddy's newest thing.
So far, so good, but I don't like going fast.
It's way too bumpy.
Mommy makes me wear my life persevere.
Pretty snazzy, but I don't like it very much.
If the water is warm enough, maybe I will get to swim in it.
I might like it more.
Posted by Mesha Provo at 11:27 AM
Monday, April 10, 2006
Mom is more interested in the flowers than me.
Sometimes, I sit among the daffodils so she remembers her Daisy.
It is very pretty here, but I don't smell the flowers. I rather smell the wet dirt and roll in stinky stuff. I run and run and hardly sit still for a photo.
Posted by Mesha Provo at 2:56 PM