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There’s a new pup in town


Shhh … He doesn’t know he’s cute.

Move over, Mr. Postman. Jasmine and Spunky have a new nemesis … better known as Simba, the tiny Pomeranian pup.

He’s cute. He’s feisty. He’s fun. A triple threat.

Even when surrounded by a noisy, unpredictable crowd of towering adult strangers, the guy really knows how to work a room. Definitely an Alpha-Male, despite some people’s tendency to pick him up against his will, cuddle him mercilessly, or occasionally dress him in cute sweaters or seasonal costumes.

When a dog is that little and that adorable, such behaviors are hard to resist. (See Exhibit A: Santa-Claws photo.) If you had a waist that tiny, you’d wear a cinched belt, too. Just don’t tell him it could threaten his aggressive campaign for permanent head-of-household status.

So the little dog that’s named after a lion, looks like a fox, dances like a butterfly and bites like a bee (pant legs, ankles, sleeves and chew toys, that is) … is not giving up the fight and is causing some serious dog-relative rivalry in the step-pack.

But they’ll work it out. Jasmine and Spunky are still Queen and King bees in their respective circles, each with unique and endearing traits. Jasmine is still sweet, Spunky is still, well spunky, and Simba is the little lion that has to roar to be heard.

We’re listening, Simba. Welcome to the pack.

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A Dog’s New Year’s Resolutions – by Jasmine

These practical resolutions – ghost-written by a spoiled Sheltie several years ago – are worth revisiting this new year …

I’ve noticed that humans like to look back on the past year and look forward to the year ahead. People think dogs are all about the present. But humans don’t have a corner on goal-setting. Here, for example, are my goals for the new year:

Refine begging skills. Sad eyes. Droopy ears. Heavy tail. Remember the time Spunky ate my favorite chew toy. Method acting at its best. I really miss that toy.

Convince my owners that choking is overrated. Yes, I know the bones are small. Just hand over the turkey carcass and nobody gets hurt.

“Roll-over” is for Pillsbury, not pups. I want that apple-stuffed, cinnamon-frosted turnover and I want it NOW. No tricks, just treats. Read the rest of this entry »

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The (Twenty)-Four* Major Food Groups

luckydog_hotdog_vendor500… According to Jasmine and Spunky

Humans have a food pyramid, a balanced diet (in theory at least) and the four major food groups. Dogs, however, have a far less discriminating palate. Here are more than a few of Spunky and Jasmine’s favorite food groups:

1. Leftovers… including the food plus any paper or cardboard packaging.

2. Unattended Food… (See Pepperoni Pups.)

3. Attended Food… If your reaction time is slow.

4. Food in Doggie Bags… technically, this counts as “leftovers,” but it is also considered an entitlement by some dogs (who may or may not be able to read) … who consider it exploitative if the “doggie” bag is not shared with … the doggies. Read the rest of this entry »

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Doggie math: 12 is the new 72 minus NOW plus a zillion

blackboardmathFuzzy Math:

Time flies when you’re having fun.

When those big “zero-birthdays” come along, people are sometimes inclined to say things like: “30 is the new 20,” “50 is the new 30,” or “100 is the new 80.” These sentiments may diffuse, but not altogether diminish, life’s reality-checks.

Many people in their senior years say that – despite their advanced age – they don’t feel all that different from their younger years. Deep down inside, some think that growing old is what happens to other people.

As fast as time flies, it flies even faster when measured in “doggie years.” Unfortunately, “doggie years” go faster because there are fewer of them.

According to, it’s not exactly a 7:1 ratio when comparing dog years to human years. For dogs, generally speaking, 11 months is the new teenager, 6 is the new 42, and 12 is the new 72.

But if you love dogs, any way you crunch the numbers they come up far too short. As time goes by, Jazz and Spunky aren’t quite so Jazzy or Spunky.

Spunky has put on just a little weight and is just a little bit more subdued. Jasmine is heavier, too, walks with a limp and is slowed by an arthritic gait.

But both still have enough energy to do laps around the swimming pool’s border while silly humans jump in and act – from a conscientious guard dog’s perspective – exactly as though they’re drowning.

Last Sunday, after an afternoon of life-guarding and lap-running, both dogs crashed safely behind a cabinet where they could still hear what their humans were up to while catching a few winks.

After a good nap they were refreshed and ready to rejoin the pack. All in all, they’re still healthy, happy and in possession of plenty of busy doggie-years to come.

If it’s not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts, then these two have it made.

And, unlike certain humans, they live in the present-moment, blessed with the uncannily canine ability to ignore annoying little details like numbers.

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Paws on Route 66

Jazz & Spunky Getting Their Kicks on Route 66 …

jazznkasbw2inThe Mother Road for adventurous peeps & pups

Route 66 – The Mother Road – is all about cars and adventure. Fast. Or not. Big. As in tailfins, poodle-skirts, or tall-tales and ya-had-to-be-there, marginally plausible recounts.

Citations, photographs and first-person witnesses optional.

Friendly. Folksy. Revved-up or scaled-down.

Elusive. Fuzzy dice and leather jackets optional.

It’s no surprise, then, that dogs like Jazz and Spunky, would be drawn to the “no pup left behind” appeal of the Mother Road. A car ride, ears flapping in the wind, is right up there with going for a w-a-l-k on a dog’s “fun stuff to do” list.

After all, life is short.

It’s all good.

There are babies to kiss, tires to chase, wheels to spin, landmarks to “mark” and fire hydrants to … well, you get the picture.

So, hit the road and follow in the paw prints of some friendly pups and peeps. Check out of the rat race and tune in to some literal and figurative taste of the good life. … when life was simpler. Somewhere along the way, you can add your name to the logs en route, with visitors from around the world.

“Your Name, City and State” was here. Read the rest of this entry »

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The dog blog: An unauthorized autobidography by Michleen Collins

Michleen Collins Dog Blog:

Spunky & Jasmine

Spunky & Jasmine

Jasmine – the one on the right – was the first addition to my sister’s household. Her sidekick, Spunky, would tag along later.   Read the rest of this entry »

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