BraDog

BraDog

Or, the things we do for the ones we love...

My mama has a problem...I mean, a real. serious. problem...

I mean the kind of problem everyone knows is there, but no one wants to be the person who acknowledges  its existence...

Started with her new phone...innocent pictures, at first--capturing a cute moment, an impromptu play session...quickly evolved into what some may say borders on obsession...

Slideshows...she loves the making of Labradorable-centric slideshows...will it ever end..? For the sake of what some may call entertainment value, I have been propped up on my two back pedals and danced with, coaxed into human clothes with promises of cookies, strapped into various seasonal costumes...

And then, the "creative process" begins...the hours of searching for just the right music, transition themes...if it wasn't for the absent minded  tummy rubs that seem to accompany this process, well, I just don't know....

To further illustrate my point, I have included, below, one of the first--and most embarassing--videos of the series...

Entitled simply, BraDog , I share it with you and suffer the embarassment--as does my brother diesel--in the hopes that this cry for help will be answered...slideshow making apps, feel our shame, because your shame will come...so, without further ado, may I present, BraDog. ..

Http://magis.to/cHcgB1VCGBBMQtxNiEGDmEwCXt8

You, my daddy...

Ode to my daddy...

oh daddy oh daddy its time you knew

that your gizzy he loves you, its oh so true

you feed me dog dinner and treats galore

and when i beg it of you theres always more

you taught me to fetch both grisbee and ball

you taught me to whisper and even give paw

you make me feel better if ever i hurt

and always there at the ready to pick up my dog dirt

when i go to sleep at night i dream of the dawn

 when i can stick my tonge in your open mouthed yawn

you think that the mama's the only one for me

fear not, for my love also goes to daddy....

word to my mama...

Word to my Mama

Dedicated in loving memory to my mama, Rosemary Schiller Okolowski, who was born on this date--29 January--in the year 1945.

"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother."
-- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

Oh, mama, my mama, you are the best
the finest grizzy-mama in the whole great northwest
You stuff me with treats, then give me some more
thats exciting to me, the routine does not bore.

To me you are everything for which a dog dare wish
even when you switched me to that dog food with fish
I stay with you most of the day, and all of the nite
let them say you baby me, its just said out of spite

You give me such love all your thoughts are of me
when i roll on my back, you rub my belly
I heard you adopted me, some say its true
the heartfelt truth, though dont tell, is that i adopted you




--Sir McGriddleBeak


coming next time: "whos my daddy..?"