| Hi the webmasters for this site are my Mom and Dad Richard and Kay Stairs. When I was only 6 weeks old they came and visited me and my brothers and sisters at my first home. They seemed to like me as they made stupid human sounds that made no sense at all to me. But they left after cuddling me for a long time and even tho I loved them and thought they loved me I was afraid I would never see them again. (SIGH) |  |
Wow almost one week later they returned and they had all this money and were signing papers and stuff(more stupid human tricks I gather) I was carried out to the car by my Mom, she smelled pretty and she talked so soft and lovingly to me. I sure felt safe. Dad drove us home, I had to snuggle over unto his lap as he drove, but I was so small he didn't seem to mind. Over the next few weeks I discovered a few weird things about humans. I slept in their bed at night but they both made gosh-awful sounds I had a tough time sleeping! They snored like a pair of freight trains barreling down the tracks toward each other! I finally convinced them to give me my own room. I now have my own bedroom and although I share it with my Mom's piano that's okay, I love singing along with her as she plays.
Now explain this to me please: I pee outside on the lawn and they go ape crazy and all goo goo eyed at me. BUT when I pee on the lawn inside the house they get all upset. Humans can be so unpredictable. I even have this habit where when I poo poo I bark, when I do this outside they love me to death, smothering me with praise and hugs and kisses. Then when I make the big announcement inside, ummmm, well, errrrr, let's just say it is not pretty what they say to me and I am just a baby, I should not be exposed to that kind of language. I guess the worse day of my life was the day while with Mom at Aunt Vicki's I decided to try out her nice lawn in her bedroom. Well a few hours later while at home with my Dad, Ms Vicki calls and talks to Dad. It appears she walks around in her bare feet and rarely turns on lights when entering a room. Let's just pause a moment and talk about home safety. ALWAYS wear shoes or slippers around the house and ALWAYS turn on lights when entering a dark room. It appears that Aunt Vicki was not impressed by the sensation of my poo poo oozing through her toes. And I get blamed for it! Imagine that?????
Update: April 2002
I turned one year old today and had my first birthday party. I got bandannas and lots of chew toys. It was a great day and I feel so grown up, well sort of, I still love to play. My 4 times a day trips to the park are the highlight if my day. I run as fat as I can and have never ran into a tree yet, although I have come very close as I love to wait and dodge at the last second. The evil squirrels continue to attempt to invade my neighborhood. I dutifully stand guard at my post at the window that over looks the park and keep a close eye on them. I chased them all over the park and plan to continue to do so until these evil varmints are vanquished from our midst. I have a mission in life. Well Aunt Vicki has finally forgiven me, she invited me to her home again and gave me a big OLE T Bone from a steak she had eaten, there even a little meat and fat on that bone and I gnawed on it for a week, it sure feels nice to have Ms Vicki as a pal again. Derick, Vicki's son sometimes will walk me if Mom and Dad are gone for a long long time, He calls me buddy and let's me jump on him and give him sloppy kisses on the face. He always makes sure that he introduces me to his girl friends and I try to get pictures of me and the handsome pair.
Update: June 2002
It was my dad's birthday today, it started out pretty normal until my first trip to the park. I spotted the evil squirrels again and immediately by instinct understood my duty to defend my Dad. One naive squirrel attempted to sneak up on us, I turned and chased him away from the trees to the open field, without missing a step I over took the enemy and in one quick snap he became my first war trophy. I proudly returned to Dad with my kill and he took a few photos to mark this victorious occasion. I believe as you surf through the pages you will see one of those photos. A birthday my Dad will always remember and a day in my life I shall recall with pride. Oh yea, Dad had a party and got some presents blah blah blah, but enough about him this is my site!
My dad says I need to learn Texan as Mom can not speak english that well. She asks me all the time if I want to go awwt, whatever that means but Dad always says OUT? you mean OUT? and I do back flips and jump on the door and on him until he takes me to the park. Mom tries hard but Texans do talk funny, yall understand that right? I was born and raised Texan but my Dad has always been the one that taught me to understand commands and he tries hard to train me.
Update: August 2002
Mom had a birthday today and like Dad she got presents too, but I never got any so enough about them and back to me. It sure is hot is Texas, it was over 100 again today for like the 4,000th straight day. I have been using my water hole a lot to help cool me down. I love the indoor AC on days like these! Dexter never comes over to visit any longer as he moved far far away, Chris still comes to see me and I love him to death. He doesn't seem to mind that I am a tad over active at times and love to leap into the air. I have to be careful in the livingroom, a few times on my vertical leaps I think I came close to being hung up on the ceiling fan. Although I am sure that being hooked to the fan by the collar and taking a few spins around would be fun, I have this gut feeling that Dad and Mom would not be impressed. I have discovered by observation that anything I do that I find to be a lot of fun, is not found to be amazing by Mom and Dad. In fact they clearly have to be the most boring of people I know.
Update: November 2002
It appears that this is a special day, Thanksgiving Day. I am impressed, I think I remember this from last year too so it appears to be an ongoing special day that occurs every year. I look forward to this day again next year! I had turkey, and stuffing and lots of other human foods, indeed a glorious day in the life of any dog. I have been hearing rumblings from Mom and Dad, I am getting concerned. They are huddling around their computers and looking at other springers! I know I am bad, but how could they dessert me and get another dog to take my place????
Update: December 2002
Well. Dad clear up all my anxieties. He explained that yes they were looking for another springer, but it was for me as a companion. Well that sounds interesting. So I asked for a female and if it was not too much could be be an older chick as I love those older women, they are so mature. Dad raised his eyebrows over that request but him and Mom appear to be discussing it alot. Finally the day is coming, Dad says they will be away most of the day as they are going to make a long trip to see a girlie dog named Ms Rose. I asked a lot of questions and discovered she was older (OH YEAAAA) and she was close to the same coloring and size as me. I anxiously waited all day.
Well let me say this. it was LUST at first site! Ms Rose had this "scent" to her that drove me wild. I could not keep my ummm wellll, errrr well you know away from her. Dad and Mom were not impressed and talked about Rose must still have a little "heat" left, so they isolated her from me in her own room. I will be the first to admit I was a tad over the top and perhaps a little uncool in my aggressive behavior. It took a few weeks but finally she and I reached an agreement that I would leave her alone and stop trying to jump on her and she would play with me and not be afraid. Now we are best of buds and I can not imagine not having Rosie around to help with the hunting of the squirrels and guarding the home when Mom and Dad are out and about.
January 2003
Me and Rosie for the first time brought in the new year together. We both feel lucky to have such a wonderful home. Even though I do not understand what it means, Dad says that I may have to get a snip snip soon, Rosie laughs I grin nervously. I ask her what it means and she just says, "all in good time big boy, all in good time" and laughs some more.
