The K9 Summit

You've all heard about the G20 summit, right? Well, here in New York, we recently hosted the K9 summit with a host of international DWB representatives.

In the foreground you'll spot that international ballerina, Miss Sophie Brador, just back from the European press tour for Beagadoon, representing our friends to the north in Canada. Sophie and I represented issues of sports and recreation. Stanley of Gooberstan was in from Kansas, on behalf of all dogs rights to be goobs. And Asta, of course, carried on about issues concerning fashion, social events and hospitality.

Sophie showed me some fascinating new tricks from The Great White North—like how to carry two tennis balls at once. She can also bounce the ball herself, thus eliminating the need for a person at the dog run. Now, please remember that I am a happily married dog and a recently expectant father-to-be, but that Sophie is one gorgeous girl. Just look at those dimples!

And those golden amber eyes —Rosie my darling, you own my heart — but Sophie is something very special. Joe Stains (and countless other swains) is one lucky fella.

Sophie's thinking really hard about what crucial points she wants to bring up at the summit, so Asta and I took advantage of the break in the discussion to hit the bar.

Back to the summit - here Sophie and I are determining the best place to stand when waiting for a tennis ball to be thrown.

I had a discussion with one of the many photographers of this historic event, as we wanted to get a formal portrait of all the delegates. 

Okay, everyone look at the camera and smile.....wait a minute....Stanley!......

...Okay, let's try this again...Asta, got your ear up?.....Petey, smile with your eyes... hold on...STANLEY!!!!!

Finally!

What can I say? He is the ruler of Gooberstan for good reason. Isn't he a handsome devil? 

(He's also part giant.)

Stan and Asta tried to slip away from the pupparazzi butt no luck. 

I was up late telling Mica all the details about the K9 Summit—the strides we'd made in international relations, the breed barriers we'd torn down. I was exhausted!

So we fell asleep holding paws—a true symbol of housepet solidarity.

BIG NEWS Part 2!

You'll have to go to  my wife Rosie's blog today for all the details, but here's a BIG hint (just multiply those booties by 10!) I'll have more to report once Mommy get her new computer loaded up! I've gone from fetching tennis balls to fetching kibble-sprinkled ice cream and gherkins for the little lady!

I'm back, back in a New York groove...and some really BIG NEWS!!!

Well, I'm back in the big city. Had a wonderful time meeting Stanley the Ruler of Gooberstan last night over at Asta's. (Mommy even curtsied  when she met him!) His Girl has a camera for a hand, as you can read about on his post today, so you'll just have to wait for her to upload photos of our meeting. At first he wasn't too sure about this interloper on his romantic getaway with Astaroni, but once he saw for himself that we're just pals, more like brother and sister, he and I got along just fine. (He is one giant Goob, that's for certain!)

So this morning, me and Bear took our 2-leggeds out for some breakfast. Can you believe that Bear actually TURNED DOWN A PIECE OF BACON!?! He's going to be staying with me next weekend, so we may have to have some serious discussions about this...then again, more bacon for Petey....nevermind! Anyhow, Bear and I did some two-part harmony for the other diners, which I'm sure they enjoyed!

Afterwards, we went to the dog run to work off that bacon, then a stroll around the Meatpacking District to see what's new since we've been away.

We spotted this cool mural...(maybe Asta's Mommi could sneak out in the night and paint one!)...

Then we spotted this funny one. Bear's Daddy is a big Star Trek fan so we sent this photo to him immediately!

I was pooped from an hour and a half at the run, hence my big bologna tongue, but I still summoned the energy to pose with this cutiepie pug. 

Of course, the heart had me swooning for my own true love, Rosie-Posie...

We stopped at the Apple Store for Mommy to pick out a shiny new MacBook and then you'll never guess what I did... I emailed Rosie....

(clears throat)

Rosie, will you do me the honor of being my furever love and...

(gulp)

Will you marry me?

I won't destroy another tennis ball until I get your answer...

please make me the happiest pup on the planet!

Love,

Your Petey

I was so nervous awaiting her response, I passed out.

I didn't have to wait very long though before she emailed me back...

(clears lump in throat)

Aaarrroooorrooo! Oh Petey, can you hear me howling my joy? 

Of course, it's a YES my darling! Now, go get that ball and give it some welly from me too! 

I'm off to trot around in circles and chase my tail (I won't be able to reach it for much longer!)

 

Love,

Your furever lovepup,

Rosie-Posie xx

We are ecstatic! (Umm, Rosie Darling, what's exactly do you mean about not being able to reach your tail much longer?)  OH!!! OH MY!!!!

(TO BE CONTINUED!!!!)

Under my thumb

Mommy calls this photo her ode to the Rolling Stones.



We've had such nasty weather the past week - it's been 8 days since my last romp on the beach. But fortunately, the weather cleared and we got one last beach walk in this morning. We got to the beach at 9:50 a.m. which was kind of a problem since the rules for dogs on the beach change today. Dogs are only allowed before 10:00 am and after 5:00 between the Friday before Memorial Day and Labor Day. We ran past the lifeguard stands and once we were out of range, Mommy let me off the leash for a good tear down the sand. Boy, it's going to be funny to be back on the sidewalks of Manhattan tomorrow. (And in our two room apartment instead of a 3-bedroom house.)

Well, one island is as good as the next, right? See you back in New York!

Mica Monday!

Hi everybloggie! You may be wondering what I've been doing while Mommy and Petey are down in South Carolina. Well, I've been guarding the apartment in New York and teaching my 2-legged friends Willy and Trey to turn on the faucet for me. It's my very favorite way to drink water. (I even prefer drinking my champagne from a fountain, rather than a flute.) 

It's been nice having the place to myself (with the fellas) but I'll be happy to see Mommy and Petey again on Saturday!

You gotta have friends!

Greetings from the beach everybloggie! While I've been missing my New York City pals Asta and Bear, I thought I'd introduce you to some of my new friends down here on Hilton Head Island...

This is Harley, he's a Clydesdale at the Lawton Stables. He used to pull Budweiser carriages, but now he just gives carriage rides and mostly hangs out in a pasture with the ponies, which make him look even more like a giant. 

We're both six years old, but Harley is over 6-feet tall at the shoulder and weighs over a ton!  He's a real sweetheart and comes right over to the fence when you call him (unlike me!).
We pass Harley on the way to and from the beach. Isn't he fantastic? Okay. Now off to the beach. Here's a new pal I met on our walk last night. (It's been raining off and on all day today so no beach walk today. I did get to go to Tailwaggers Shop and Bakery for some treats!)

I thought this fella might be fun to play chase with, since he looks to be made of rubber and might bounce along the beach...

...but no, he pretty much was happy just playing dead...

...so I continued down the beach looking to meet more friends to play with...

...Hey! How about this starfish gal? Let's race to see who fetches the ball first. I'll even give her a headstart...on your mark...get set...go!....

...And....she's off and running, kinda.

...but I still got there first! Hey wait a minute...where did the Starfish girl go?...

...Ahh, she ran over to meet this little cutie patootie. Her name was Colette and this was the first starfish she'd ever found!

Now, Mommy took this photo when she was out on our friends' boat, but almost every day we see these smiling guys and gals out in the waves. We even saw a baby the other day!

Now for the past four days, there's been a man down on the beach making these awesome sand sculptures. There HUGE! That lighthouse is almost 5 feet tall!

He has all sorts of equipment besides just pails and shovels. And he does something to the sand to keep them from getting blown apart or washed away by our almost daily downpours this week. 
I thought I'd try my paw at sandcastle building. What do you think? It's a perfect replica of a castle near Rosie's house in Scotland, right?

Okay, that was my daily beach walk...Now enough yapping, gotta go get that ball again!

Life's a beach

Another day, another glorious romp on the beach! Although we only made it to the beach once today, Mommy was a slacker. Plus we had a huge tropical downpour in the afternoon...

It was very windy on the beach today, lots of big waves and dolphins leaping around right off shore. But I was able to write a quick message to my Rosie Posie before the wind blew the sand and erased my message. Maybe it blew it over to her beach in Scotland!

There's only one bad thing about going to the beach - Mommy hoses me down afterwards. Then she gives me a good rubdown with a beach towel. Today, she remembered to bring along my bathrobe (!) - she claims it helps keep the backseat of the car cleaner and I dry off before we get home. 

I don't really mind it. In fact, I kept it on for a little while when we got home. I felt like a four-legged Hugh Hefner!

Better days....

Here I am posing in front of a gorgeous sunset over the Calibogue Sound, down at Harbour Town.  I've been very busy playing ball with Mommy on the beach. This evening, there was a photo shoot going on, so I ran over to see if they needed a professional New York City dog model in the shot. The photographer laughed and took a few snaps with me, then I ran back to Mommy to call my agent. I got two whole beach walks today! I'm working very hard and doing a great job.

I miss my Mom.

I've become a kissy dog, but today, I couldn't keep up with the saltwater on Mommy's face. She was very sad today and really misses her Mom alot. We went to the beach twice today and that seemed to help make her not so sad.

Give your Mommys lots of kisses today.

The Calibogue Cairn

Since the Dughallmor Beagles have a fancy location title in front of their names, I thought I'd do the same! The Calibogue (Cal-e-bogie) Sound is on one side of the Island, but it has a nice ring to it, right?

And like my beloved Rosie and the rest of the Dughallmor gang, here are some new photos from my romp on the beach this morning. 

This big tree washed in a few days ago. Most of the time, it's been high tide when we've been down on the beach and the tree looks like a shipwreck. But today we could really explore it.

And like the Dughallmor beagles' photographer, Mommy just used the camera on her cell phone.

Don't you like the artsy fartsy angles? The juxtaposition of the tree branches and the incoming tidal pools? (Yeah right, Mommy!)

A study in horizontal lines....(yawn, just throw the tennis ball already! Can you find it in the photo? How else do you think she gets me to focus so intensely?

Between the branches....
Since I like giving you tours of my neighborhood in Manhattan, I thought I'd do the same here. The beach is mostly wide and flat, with soft gray sand. However, there are bands of tiny shells like these...

Hey! Here's something interesting! I wonder if it's that star I was wishing upon last night?

My Rosie Posie and my bestest pal Eric are right across this big puddle. I wonder if I could swim there? Maybe if I bark, they'll hear me!

Hey now this is some strange looking dog. I wonder where it's feet are? And that's some serious grooming! Did Lacie attack it with her patented Furminator(R)? I dropped my awesome new ball but this doggie didn't seem interested in playing.

Maybe if I sniff its butt...hmmm, interesting. Doesn't smell like any dog I've met before. Mommy stopped me before I could roll in this tantalizing scent...

Well, time for a trike ride, then maybe I'll see if the beach patrol needs my assistance. You never know when a random tennis ball may start drowning...

That's it for now. We had a humongous thunderstorm the other night. A lot louder and brighter than storms in New York. I sat in Mommy's lap and panted a lot so she wouldn't get scared. Then she had to leave and I was all by myself. When Mommy came back a few hours later, she couldn't find me. I was sleeping in Granny's closet. There are no windows in there so I couldn't see any lightning and it smells just a little bit like Granny still. I didn't feel so little and all alone in there. I'm doing a good job of keeping Mommy's face de-salted. And I was rewarded too! A nice neighbor man brought over three tennis balls for me! I am a good doggie!