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Today my brother Zag turns four. He’s always been younger than me because he was born the year after me. That means he’ll always be my little bro, no matter how old we get.

Me and Zag were the only blue dogs in our litters. Being that we both have the blue merle color, we look a lot alike but we’re also different.

Zag’s nose is longer than mine and he has brown eyes. I’ve got the fading gene that makes my brown hair color wash out. His brown hair is still dark.

We sure have a lot of traits in common. We’re easy going guys. We love to play ball and the mouth game. We each have a girlfriend that we’re crazy about. And we are both sort of momma’s boys.

Me and Zag stick tight to our moms. We don’t always do what they tell us but we never let our moms get out of sight for too long.

We’re already planning our next trip to the beach. It’s so fun to leave the other dogs behind. We only have to take Zag’s little brother Rhett with us. Since Rhett is a Chihuahua he doesn’t take up much space in the car.

I’m real proud of Zag. He’s a good brother and the best friend I could ask for. All us mutts at Asherpark are wishing him a big time happy birthday. Way to go Zag!

 

 

 

 

I’ve been slackin. We had a few days of really nice weather and I forgot to do my barks. There is plenty of news and lots to bark about, but I was busy having fun.

What’s the most important thing that happened last week? I learned how to catch a frisbee! Better yet, mom learned how to throw it to me.

We call it the dish. I like it so much I’ll even go hunt it up in the field and bring it to mom when she asks. My dish is made out of nice soft rubber so it doesn’t hurt my mouth.

So why the frisbee? My teacher Matt said ball was too easy for me. Oh yeah? Maybe he oughta try catching a ball in his mouth!

I know what he means. The ball usually takes a predictable bounce. Remember your physics? Angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection? Ha! Betcha didn’t know I’ve been hitting the books.

Anyway, it’s a lot harder to predict where the dish goes. Sometimes it catches the wind and floats away. Other times mom throws a bad hook and it comes back on me.

Yesterday I was so busy chasing my dish I ran right over Tess. She gave me a warning nip but all she got was air. I was in high gear running down my dish.

Thanks to Matt I’m learning new dance steps and catching my dish. You know what’s the best part? Mom does it all with me. Me and mom. I like that. Gotta run!