tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79013816350851481452011-07-31T03:47:11.034-05:00A blog by a dog named Archie. About his adventures living with his 2 pawrents, & his furry siblings.Archienoreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-89047720134551300442010-04-28T08:52:00.000-05:002010-04-28T08:52:39.318-05:00

The thing I detest most in the world is a disturbing sound that I'm told is called "bagpipe music." Someone in my neighborhood plays it every afternoon, and it drives me into a barking frenzy. Occasionally the sound comes out of the magic TV box, and I have to run around the house, barking wildly, looking for it. Bagpipes are terrible, terrible things.

Archienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-4474745472659404202010-03-07T15:08:00.000-06:002010-03-07T15:08:15.770-06:00

I experienced snow for the first time last month. It is not supposed to snow where I live, and I am glad because I did not like it at all.  It was cold and wet. It turned part of my backyard very muddy. And it totally messed up my fur-do. Whoever is in charge of this snow stuff, please stop it around here.     

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-3936972843228747522010-03-03T19:10:00.000-06:002010-03-03T19:10:07.036-06:00

I had no idea; but, apparently, I am a dragon. A breed of dragon called the Night Fury. And a movie has been made about me! Here is the poster for the movie. Here are some pictures of me from the movie. My name in the movie isn't Archie. I use a pseudonym and I am named Toothless. BOL!

Archienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-6874414424823659002010-02-08T09:26:00.000-06:002010-02-08T09:26:39.621-06:00

Happy birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy birthday dear meeeeeeeee! Happy Birthday to me! I was born February 8, 2009 and I am one year old today! Here I am with my stuffy, who I love to pieces! When my mama & papa sit down for supper, I always run get Stuffy and bring him into the dining room. Here I am helping mama get work done. Notice the papers I'm blocking?

Archienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-37999909283640754012010-01-08T15:41:00.000-06:002010-01-08T15:41:07.632-06:00

I have been on a bad streak this week! I went to the bathroom inside, even though I know better. I vomited on my pawrents' bed, and while they were sleeping in it. I destroyed a pillow that was filled with teeny tiny little beads, and they went everywhere. It looked like it had snowed inside our house when I was done with that pillow! I have chewed on my brother Catfish's collar so that it is

Archienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-38893663767465364232009-12-29T11:25:00.000-06:002009-12-29T11:25:21.648-06:00

This was my first Christmas! I really enjoyed watching my Mama put a tree inside our house, and hanging pretty and shiny things from the branches. Turns out that it is a fake tree though!?! I quickly learned that if my ball rolled under the tree, I was not allowed to run towards it. My mama would get the ball for me. There were presents wrapped under the tree for me and my siblings. Santa brought

Archienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-12695298622647175962009-11-15T17:04:00.000-06:002009-11-15T17:04:19.458-06:00

Today was the dreaded bath day. Here is photographic evidence of how much I dislike it. I jumped out of the tub twice trying to make my escape. But mama is fast and caught me quick.   Mama told me that she used to bathe me in the sink because I was so little. This week I almost got another brother. My papa brought home a fella named Vader that normally stays at papa's friend's house. Vader

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Mama found this poem on the internet and it describes our house well. Why own a dog? There's a danger you know, You can't own just one, for the craving will grow. There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger. While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger. One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny. The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey. The fifth one's

Archienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-41275980306240145252009-11-08T11:31:00.000-06:002009-11-08T11:31:34.176-06:00

Accessorized: I, Archie, dress up for Halloween, and always wear a charm necklace (my collar). I also sometimes try to wear the pawrents' socks. Affectionate: I, Archie, am always ready to give and receive some affection. In fact, I huff and puff if there is a lack of affection and attention. Abuzz & Abubble: I, Archie, am an eager and excited dog when the pawrents arrive home. I run to where I

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-4384712272679112252009-11-01T10:45:00.001-06:002009-11-01T10:49:16.692-06:00

I had two Halloween costumes last night (because I am spoiled silly)! Papa wanted me to dress up as a Devil. Mama wanted me to be a Pumpkin.                 

Archienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-72695176269308022572009-09-20T13:38:00.000-05:002009-09-20T13:38:03.504-05:00

  My crazy tongue sneaks out while I sleep.

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In addition to chasing balls and my brother's tail, one of my favorite pastimes is playing Hide-and Seek.

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-86186589859433769812009-09-13T18:12:00.000-05:002009-09-13T18:12:13.315-05:00

Archie, Catfish & Zoe get a little treat.

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1.Your age?  7 months. 2. Your age when came to live with your people? I was born here with my people.3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now? Black with white skulls and crossbones.4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with? I love everybody.5. How much do you weigh? Almost 30 lbs.6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up? A leg of the coffee table. No,

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-23112909909820138812009-09-13T14:23:00.001-05:002009-09-13T15:42:49.164-05:00

My new friends Oakley and Swisher have tagged and bestowed me with the Oops I Ate It Award!  Here are the rules for accepting this... When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching…If you have never stolen any food, you must be a really good pup!! You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward! Next add the logo of this award

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-47128344900421418242009-09-13T13:43:00.001-05:002009-09-13T15:44:00.363-05:00

I recently read an article about dogs' intelligence being similar to that of a toddlers' understanding of vocabulary and math. Here is a link to this interesting article: Dog I.Q. Article So, in addition to my leisure reading of books like Marley & Me, I am now studying the dictionary to expand my vocabulary, and to be able to understand the words that the pawrents spell when they are having

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-68590730345949736022009-09-09T19:52:00.000-05:002009-09-09T19:52:40.351-05:00

Mama likes calling me adjectives that begin with the letter 'A'. Adorable, Awesome, Amazing, etc.. Last night she came up with a new one, inspired by my flatulence: Atomic Archie. She wants me to ask you all how can such a small dog create such a big stink bomb?

Archienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-69648252768224993302009-09-06T14:50:00.001-05:002009-09-06T14:54:10.350-05:00

I had no idea my pawrents are fascinated with balls like I am. Last night, I was introduced to a strange shaped ball they called a "football," and I experienced my first football game. My pawrents were super excited about it, and to be honest, their behavior freaked me out. They yelled a lot. At first I thought they were yelling at me, but it soon became apparent that I no longer was the center

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-75394612585484445172009-09-05T13:40:00.000-05:002009-09-05T13:40:19.627-05:00

A french bulldog puppy named Archie watching The Dog Whisperer.

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 This picture was taken when I was 5 months old. That pretty lady snuggling with me is my mama's niece, Randa. She has a dog too, so you know she's cool. I've learned a lot in the two months since this photograph was taken. I sit, stay, walk on a leash, fetch balls (did someone say ball? where's the ball?), tug rope, jump on the bed (although it is a high bed and it usually takes me a couple of

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-37254475476305880512009-09-05T12:49:00.001-05:002009-09-06T14:55:37.544-05:00

 Here's proof of last night's party. I love to chase after my brother Catfish's tail. Below is a nicer photograph of him so that you can see his face. He's handsome too. He gets in trouble a lot with the pawrents. Papa says he's the best worst dog in the world. Mama says his breath is deadly. I admire him a lot.

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-2059905458488466162009-09-05T11:26:00.001-05:002009-09-06T14:57:54.135-05:00

I'm tired today. I over-celebrated the beginning of my blog yesterday by playing too hard! Last night I threw up on the pawrents' bed. Told ya I was a rockstar! I tried to get mama to take a picture of it for the blog, but she said it would scare away readers. I call it art though. So instead she is sharing the picture above to show off my listlessness this morning. That's my older sister Zoe

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-90318197193497595432009-09-04T18:20:00.001-05:002009-09-04T18:21:00.185-05:00

 This is a picture of my biological dad and mom, Hurley & Fiona. My love of balls is obviously inherited.

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 This is a photograph of me, my biological mom, Fiona, and the rest of my litter. I am one day old in this picture. I'm not sure which one is me. I had one white sister. You can see her nursing in this photograph. One of my papa pawrent's friends adopted her. My mom looks tired.  Here is a photograph taken of me at 2 months old. I look a little wobbly. I still had longs ears then. Maybe that's

Archienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-21817804151541868332009-09-04T17:04:00.002-05:002009-09-06T14:56:54.189-05:00

 Here is a recent photograph of me.  I love my new collar that I'm wearing. It is black and has a pattern of white skulls and crossbones. Perfect for me, because I'm a rockstar! My mama pawrent likes this photograph because of my crooked bottom lip and tongue peeking out. My tongue usually does stick out the right side of my mouth. It has a mind of its own. Because of this, my pawrents sometimes

Archienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901381635085148145.post-66656089109233518312009-09-04T15:05:00.000-05:002009-09-04T15:05:07.098-05:00

Hello! My name is Archie. I am a 7 month old male puppy. I live with my 2 pawrents, Shaun & Dana. I also live with my older furry siblings: Zoe, Catfish, Luna & Cadillac. My biological parents are Hurley & Fiona. I was born on February 8, 2009, at Shaun & Dana's house. It is fun living here with them and my brothers & sisters because there is always someone to play with me. I like being the

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