What is happenin to the Frog?

Friends, foes, familia.....

The Gerry Dogster has been really ruffin' it ( he he he ). Alpha Dog has put a clap on some things but I am back in the game and rootin for Ray Allen...wholly dog stars, I've lost my noodle folks. We aren't commentating on the NBA? Where is Charles when I need him; oh, down by the burger joint--I feel ya Chuckie.

Anyway, Ms Theta, who tells me she is changin the name since Theta means "death" is ready to help me pounce ahead. Biggie, Alpha, Baby and Daddy-O are all players. I got me the nieces and the happy dogs in my life. So get ready for commentary to continue, junk about my Dog-Anon, God By the Bowl and all kinds of scientolof;....;.I mean scientific.....Oh, crap, you know, worldly adventures.

Special shout-out to my Gayle King "Ms Cheryl D" who keeps Mama straight, checks her back and makes sure I get food and chewy-chui toys (Vatos Locos Booooyzzzzz). Peace out, fartster, I me cool man G.

Broken glass everywhere people peein on the bushes you know they just don't care....tribute to "Alpha Man"....keep memberin...Sugar Hill, Kool Moe Dee, etc. etc.

The Frog Dog Here...

Do not adjust your computer screen, you are not hallucinatin'...I bit through Ms Zeta's thumb on Wednesday and she made a LONG trip (missed my snack even) to the emergency room. Now jus cuz I wuz eatin that poor little bird that I found under the deck...well, YOWZER shot city for Ms Girl. I didn't doit on poipose...I was tryin to get the chew bone and SLIP, SMACK, CLAMP...canine teeth right into the nail, the other nail, the bed and YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Hey, I knew Ms. Zeta could boom but she just upped the volume.

So Biggie Dog went with her to keep company and I hear through the grapevine that the e-room was packed with all types of scourge and vermin...lots of chortlin. So, I crept up the stairs to see Alpha Dog and he had a tiny bit of pity on me cuz I pulled out the tears, the tail, the what-not (hey, I did mention I am a co-dependent dog in recovery, right???)--it worked! He actually patted my head and told me I was "lucky"--does it count as love if he imitated Mr. Eastwood?

So, been lyin low, lickin and just stayin out the way. I figure three strikes and you know, GULP, "the home" may be next. So Ms Zeta's had a leg cast, a tetanus and diptheria shot, and I gotta chill...send me love fellow froggers, send me love. Check ya all out later cuzns. Til then this is the g-lay-low-dog on the out tip. G

Ms. Zeta Here

Hi! The Frog Dog is sleeping, he's been basking in the flow of Spring for all of two days. Lately, no pictures because the frogster is running into other people's yards. He's been a bit incorriguble and I am working on training him to stay (good luck to me).

Anyway, didn't want you all to miss him too much but he'll be back bloggin once his Dog-Anon and Church By The Bowl attendance picks-up. It's been a long, cold winter...horray for Hollywood and Spring :) Lots of love Frog Fans, Ms. Zeta

Hello Fellow Froggers

Wednesday...Cold, Snowy, Where is Spring?????

Whas' up? I was playin with sticks and now I got cubes on my paws...wha happened to da warmth? Ms. Zeta was all ready with the leash and everything...I went down and saw her on the tredmill STINKY!!!! It smellzzzz so good.

So now I am millin round the house waitin for the day I get to go back to Da Dawg Park! Can't wait to see my friends and foes...that crazy german shorthair and mean ole' chihauhua...hey, we all have our demons man.

My cuz, Lil Steph, she likes keepin up wit the Frogster...but she bess be doing the homework cuz that is most important...okay, it is second important to me, moi, mi hermano mas magnifico....you get the pic.

So just a quickie to check in and let you all know that Frog Dog is still here, still pluggin away waiting for the warmth...peace, love and SOULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, oh right! that wasn't my line! G-dogster out with da bone...

Happy Days are With A Stick....

HellooooooSpring.....well, maybe not?

I've been hibernating. Winter is gettin on my last nerve (me either, Grandma Betty taught me that one).

I love a good stick and today Ms. Zeta came outside and threw it around..huh huh when I let her get close enuf to it RUFF RUFF. So the sun is out, the birds are chirpin and whatcha doin? Sittin inside readin da blog? Get out folkems, get out....run around sniff the grass eat the dirt look fir kittes...yum yum..kittes. Here kittie kittie...HE HE HE.

So been cruisin to da Dog Anon and Church by Da Bowl...sleeping burpin and waitin for the cookeeezzzzzzz.....Ms. Zeta says we are doing a half marathon WHA?????????????

Is she ceraZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ? Yeah, she is. Took me out trottin on the grass, gonna go lift that metal stick upstairs. Anyway, back to the bloggin dayz and to all my cuzns with the sun out and the flowers comin here we go...lotta more pics, sticks and licks SMILE.

Gonna go check out Ms Zeta and make sure she aint on the floor. Til tomorrow frogfans, G-pup wit da stick out

Friday the 13thhhhh

BE MINE!!!

Friday the Thirteenth!

So all day I was waiting for Ms. Zeta to walk under a ladder, step on a crack, see a black cat and nuthin'. I dawdled out back and ole fluffy the feral cat was waiting under the Christmas tree for me. Yeah, Theta and Biggie are in a contest to see who can ignore the wind blown, tinsel-strewn Christmas tree that is in the backyard until spring. It's all good since I go out and eat my share of the tinsel (not pretty later, but that is TMI!!!!!!).

Frumpin now, went to the Dog-Anon meeting tonite and there were a pack of characters. Even saw some Cats sneak in the back and check out the meetin'--guess they need love too HE HE HE HE! So we said the prayers, yakked a little and then spilled our guts right their on the table...

I shared my issues with food. Okay, you try growing up with a Neapolitan Mastiff in your crate. See if you get a chance to get your nose in the food bowl...I remember man and never, never will I go hungry again even if all I get is celery sticks and carrots from Ms. Zeta!!! Been in a binge along with Ms Zeta and we're both puffin out a little...we start back on "The Program" tomorrow. That means walks after dark, on the harness (which is a whole nother story...).

Back to me...so Alpha Dog left in the wee hours this morning and I slept in with Biggie Dog. He let me up on the mattress and it was nice, warm and sssssssooooooooooooooffffffffffffftttttttttttt. Aaah, ya know that life is pretty good for this dog-faced dog. All in all I think I'll keep tha familia cuz I got all thoz cuzns who give me food and hugs and Mr Icee who lets me lick his face! Ms Beanie rubs my belly and Steph just let's me lay on her lap....aaah, gratefulness yes I am filled with gratitude not attitude. Sweet Dreams friends and thank Dog God for your blessings they are many...til tomorrow G-outta here like white on rice

COOOOK....EEEZ!

Okay, you may call them something else...to me? These are tha cooookeeeeez. So Ms. Zeta thinks she has it all figured out. She let's me out at 5:00 am, snow on the ground, cold as my nose at three in the mornin' HE HE so I play a little game (don't you all tell her man, it's payin me bling-n-bacon)---I run out across the yard, back to the woods...nah, not to grandma's but I do hit the slip at the Garden Lady's house.

Up on the porch, sniffin round la de da de dah....outta the blue here it comes, "COOOOOK.....EEEEZ! COOOOOOK.EEEEEZ! (I always let Ms. Zeta yell this twice--makes her nervous--yeah, I AM in Dog-Anon you know-I got issues)

...Bam, slam, run, slip, slide galumpppppp skid into the sliding door and there it is BACON COOKIES! Is it Christmas, Am I dreamin? Been happenin' for about two weeks now--snow, good = coookies!



So Cuzn Jameson sends the pics and what do I find? This furry, tonguey, whacked-out poooch chompin on my cuzn's face! That's BD. The culprit's name...PUMPKIN (and he's a boy--talk about therapy man...makes me almost forgive him).

Sadie, Ire, yeah but the hairy rodent dogs? Okay, ooooookay...no hate mail please. I do love the lil rode...dogs but gotta clean up that lickin mess



Oh Here She is Herself....Ms. Supreme! Yeah, that is Jameson the lost Princess of Ponce (okay if you believe that, hey I got a Czarina named Anastasia way right of Alaska..if ya gotta ask you need to brush up on the books or at least the Ingrid Bergman movies kiddies) So, back to the Princess of Peace, the Grand Dame of Dance, the Fraulein of Funk, the Duchess of Duh!

Aint she sweet? Ms Zeta had that look once....long, long, long, long time ago. So mijita, keep the pics comin and check me on the blog not just the emails...oh wait....



"COOOOOK.....EEEEEEZ!" G-bling out.