I Will Survive

Lyrics adapted from Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" song...

I Will Survive

At first I was afraid,
I was petrified
When they tossed me on the street,
not caring if I died.
I was left all alone
with nothing but the wormies inside.
It was cold
I didn’t know where to go….
But now I’m back!
And I’m all black!
With a meal twice a day
and a comfy place to stay
I should have known it wouldn’t last
I should have known that you’d find me
If had known what awaited me
I’d have lost all my fleas…

Let’s go now go, go home for good
Just play and eat all day
Cause they’re my favorite things of all
And let’s not forget, all the love I have to show
You saved my life
You are my greatest hero
So here I am
I will survive
As long as I have you here
I know I will stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
I’ve got all my love to give
And I’ll survive
I will survive
HOOWWWWLLLL!!

Doggy DNA

So apparently my parents needed to know what breeds I am a mix of. I don't see why it's so important, and they certainly didn't ask me if it was ok before they had the vet steal some blood from for the Wisdom Panel DNA test. But that's a whole other story....

My parents tell me that the results say I'm at least 50% Rottweiler and also part Collie. If you want to read the boring version of the details, see my parents' blog here. Otherwise, all you need to know is that just because they have the upper hand on this information does not change anything about the fact that I am still the Alpha Female in the house.

They also managed to buy these horrendous things called "shock collars". They use them on Abby and me in an attempt to make us behave better, but no worries folks - we shall always misbehave any chance we get...

Nyla Spear

This is one of my Nylabone spears that I gnaw down from the brand new Nylabones. After all that work, Mommy takes them from me (she says they're too small and I might "choke" on them) and throws them away and gives me a new Nylabone. Great! I have to start all over again!

I really don't like having my time and efforts wasted like that...I must be prepared for The Dober Clan's return to take over the world. If she keeps taking my spears away, how ever will I help the Clan take over the world??

Twitterpated

That's right folks, we canines have joined the latest sensation called Twitter. Click here to view our tweets. We were inspired by our pal Sockington to share our daily activities with the world. Enjoy!

My Love Ears

"My Love Ears" are what my mommy and daddy call it when my ears pin back and I get an expression of love on my face, like in the picture. It is involuntary. I just get so wrapped up in how much I am enjoying the head scratching and love for the person scratching me, that my ears just pin back. Do you think it's sweet too?

Hello, My Name Is Abby!

Ginger finally gave me a chance to post a blog. Well people, life is pretty good. I have always had a loving home, a warm place to sleep, and plenty of kibble to eat. People tell me how beautiful I am everywhere I go, and they are right. How can anyone deny it?

I have grown a lot. I weigh 65 pounds and just turned 10 months old. Is that big or something? Why do people say I have "bear paws"? And why do I have a tail while my sister does not? I keep trying to bite it off, but I can't quite seem to catch it...

The Song Of My Heart...

I love my Daddy and need to be next to him every second of every day! They don't call me "Velcro Puppy" for nothing!

"I Need To Be Next To You" - Leigh Nash
Been running from this feeling for so long
Telling my heart I didn't need it
Pretending I was better off alone
But I know that it's just a lie
So afraid to take a chance again
So afraid of what I feel inside
But I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile each morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
Need to be next to you
Right here with you is right where I belong
I lose my mind if I can't see you
Without you there's nothing in this life
That would make life worth living for
I can't make it if you're not there
I can't fight what I feel any more
Cause I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile this morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
I need to have your arms next to mine for all the time
Holding for all my life
I need to be next to you
I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
Need to be, need to be next to you
Share every breath of you
I need to feel you in my arms, baby, in my arms baby
I need to be next to you

Nylabones

This is Ginger again. Above is my Nylabone, a.k.a., my "Nyla" or "Nylie". They taste like chicken. I like chicken. As I have already told you, I chew my Nylies into spears to be my weapons for when the Dober Clan return. I have given some of my already chewed spears to Abby so she can practice. She is my apprentice. She needs to gain more courage in the face of danger. My strategy is to howl and bark to the point where my front my end raises off the ground, thereby putting fear into the hearts of my enemies. Abby is more timid. But her heart is pure, which is the way of the Dobies.

Do you like the wallpaper I selected for this blog? I like pink because that is the color of collar that my parents gave to me. I'm a princess. The wallpaper wasn't quite right - I wanted more dots than stripes, so I ripped through the stripes to reveal the dots underneath. I enjoy eating wallpaper, just like I did when Mommy and Daddy first took me home. I don't think they like for me to practice this art of mine. They say I am "destructive". I think they are just unappreciative of my artistic abilities. I'll keep showing off my art to them, hopefully one day they will like it.

Until next time...

We're Breaking Out Into The World!

Hello. My name is Ginger. I am a Doberman Pinscher, a.k.a., a dobie. I am 2 years old. I was a street dog until I fell asleep on Grandpa's shoes on their front porch in December 2006 to stay warm. Grandma called Mommy and told her about me. Mommy and Daddy came over and picked me up and bathed me because I had lots of "fleas". They took me home with them, which made me really happy!

They took me to what they call "The Vet" where I was given medicine to get rid of "The Worms". I'm not too sure what some of these words mean, but I do know I feel so much better since I went home with Mommy & Daddy. They let me stay in their spare bathroom, which was great because I got to chew through the drywall and wood cabinets. Then they got me my "House" to stay in when they are not home. I didn't like it at first, so I tried to chew my way out of it, but it didn't work. So then I decided to decorate it by scraping the plastic walls, ceiling, and floor with my teeth for a nice striped decor. Daddy says my house looks like a mental patient's room, but I like the stripes.

A few months passed and Daddy came to live with me full-time. He said he "married" Mommy. Not sure what that means, but I'm glad I get to see him more now. I still don't think Mommy has realized that I am the Alpha Female. I'll have to keep trying to get that through her head...

After some good and fun times passed, Mommy and Daddy and I moved to a new home. That's where we live now. It's much more fun because it has stairs I get to run up and down! Then one day, they brought home something new...

My little sister is Abby and she is a German Shepherd. She is fun to play with. At first, she was so little and delicate that I would bark and growl at any strangers who came near her. She needed protecting, and I was the answer. But then Abby got bigger - big enough to start playing tug-o-war with. That's when life got even more fun!

Now my sister is bigger than me, but I'm still in charge. She likes to play keep away with me, and I enjoy chasing her. She's my best pal.

Just so you know, I have shared with Mommy and Daddy the legacy of the Dober Clan. You see, one day, the Dober Clan will return and destroy all those who are not friends of the dobies. Mommy, Daddy, and Abby are honorary members, so they will be spared. I guess I'll let the cats come too, they are fun to pick on. Anyways, you see, I spend my spare time preparing for the Dober Clan to return by chewing my Nylabones into spear-shaped pieces. They will be our weapons. But everytime I manage to get a Nylabone down to the small spear size I like, Mommy throws it away. She says she's afraid I will "choke" on it. Whatever that means. I just want you all to be warned about the Return of the Dober Clan, so that you can seek to become my friend now, before it's too late...