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Monday, June 25, 2007

Monday Morning

Monday morning. Time to go to work!

What can I write about today????

Hmmmmmmmm. No ideas yet.

Still no ideas. They say a young mind is a "blank slate". Mine doesn't get any "blanker" than this. Is this what they call "writer's block" or is it just the Monday morning blues? Am I uninspired, or just plain tired? Maybe if I sleep on it.... I think I'll take a nap.

Monday's are tough. The week should start on Tuesday!

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Strange Beings

Hi Friends,

Wait 'til I tell you about this! When I was researching my family history I found some old photos of Cousin Koobus II when he went on a trip to upstate New York to visit some relatives. LOOK AT THESE GUYS!!!

Can anyone tell me what kind of dogs they are? I am very impressed.

They don't look like anybody I know. I've never seen anything like them before. They're enormous!!

(Actually, they are kinda cute.)

And there are so many of them. Poor Koobus II was WAY outnumbered.

What are these creatures? Does anybody know? How 'bout helping me out here guys? I'm just glad they don't live in my neighborhood. Why I'd be crushed into ground beef. And that's no bull!

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to my birth father Bandit in Binghamton, NY, and to all the other fathers out there. I'll drink to that!!
Your daughter Koobie

(A belated Happy Mother's Day to my birth mother Molly, also in Binghamton. I didn't mean to forget you Ma. It's just that you know how it is between girls and their dads. You can really wrap them around your paws. Mothers don't fall for that as easily. They know exactly what you are up to.)

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Here I am with my best friend Sadie. She lives down by the stop sign. I visit her when I go for a walk and we play in her yard.

When it's hot, we just hang out in the shade. Then I call her "Shady Sadie".

Sadie, a Spanish sheep dog, is a rescue dog. Her daddy found her tied to a dumpster when she was around my age (7 months old.) That was about 2 years ago. Look at how happy she is. She always has a smile for you and a tail wag. What a sweetheart!

Friday, June 8, 2007

Ahh.... Summer

Summer is that time of year when one must relax and smell the flowers.

Even though they're not real...

Just another one of life's many disappointments...

(Actually, we do have a lot of real flowers. I just smelled the wrong ones.)

Saturday, June 2, 2007

In Jail Again!

HELP!! Here I am, in jail again. Wonder what I did this time. It could have been any number if things. Maybe it was that big hole I dug. Or hiding a bone in the chair. I never seem to get bail or a trial. It's not "innocent until proven guilty". I am guilty until I prove myself innocent, and that is impossible since when I dig I have evidence all over me, in plain sight. They don't even need a warrent. Does anyone know where I can find a good canine lawyer? But remember, I have no income since I am still unemployed. Chief of Security is really only a title.

Uh oh, I think I'm stuck. GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

Friday, June 1, 2007


Last night we had a thunderstorm and I didn't like it one bit. I barked as loud as I could at every thunder clap and still it went on and on. I did everything in my power to scare it off, but nothing worked. Finally, it went away and I was exhausted. I'll have to be more vigilant and do a better job of guarding the place. Trying to keep thunderstorms away is difficult. They just go where they want.

My cousin Koobus III used to pace around the house and shiver when he heard thunder. I can still see his tracks. When he got older, he would go hide during storms. (I think I found all his hiding places plus a few good ones of my own.) Although Koobus III never barked at thunderstorms like I do, he was not a wimp. He just had psychological issues when it came to thunder. Not me, though. Not yet....

My new motto is, "Oobie doobie, don't mess with Koobie!" I'm serious about this. Just look at my picture of me on guard duty. I'm real tough, and that's true. I will bark at anything that moves or makes noise -- from an ant to an elephant. It doesn't matter to me. Size means nothing.

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