Monday, December 31, 2012

It' BJ.
It's almost time for the ball to drop and end a year that could have been better.  I'm looking forward to 2013  and better times.

Mom and I want to wish all of our blog friends, two legged and four legged, a very Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous  New Year.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

It's BJ.  Today we need some of your thoughts.  You know, I'll be 13 next month and I'm beginning to feel a little of my age.  Sometimes it'a not so easy to get up after I've been sleeping.  I have two beds now (plus every other soft surface in the house) but they are regular beds.  Mom and I talked it over and she wants to get me a better bed for my age.  One of my favorite things to do is lay down on top of the pillow.  I can mush it up and sink in.  Sometimes I like to just stretch out.

The question is, does Lynda buy an orthopedic bed or a memory foam bed.  I'm not sure I understand the difference so I don't which one would be best for me.

Doggy and human friends, what do you think?  If your bones are beginning to ache which bed would you want?   Help.  ASAP we need the bed soon, I'm not getting any younger.


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

It's BJ.
I had a very good day.  We had no traffic on the way to Trumbell, CT and I slept soundly.  As always as soon as we exited the parkway, I picked my head up because I knew we were almost there.  It was exciting to see everyone and go around saying hello.  I didn't get any presents because I got mine at Hanukkah.

I got fresh turkey for dinner.  Yum.  Mom gave me a little at a time because she knew I would gobble it up.  And, I did.  After I had my fill, I curled up under a chair and went to sleep.  Mom looked at me when I stood up and said I had turkey tummy.  Her nephew agreed.  Boy talk about a kill joy.  i didn't  have dessert because I was too self-conscience.

Anyway, there was no traffic on the way home so once again I slept until we got off the FDR.  I picked up head because we were almost home.  I love going places but I love my home more.

I hope you all had a wonderful day and you're all safe and sound at home.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Hey, it's Christmas Eve.  For all who celebrate, Merry Christmas, may the next year be a good one.  If you've ben good this past year, then I'm sure that Santa will be good to you.  If not, then you're on your own.

I'll be you will be up early and down to the tree to sniff out your presents.   Have fun.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

I'm really embarrassed about this and I need your help.  I know I was paired with a blogger to support the blog.  I was doing an e-mail cleanup and deleted the e-mail telling me who it is.  Please help.  I really want to keep in touch with the person (dog).

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

It's BJ.  Lynda said something very silly today.  She bought me new cookies and I didn't like them.  She gave me one and I spit it out.  She tried again and I walked away.  Then she laughed and said that in spite of being a stray, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.  That's so silly.  You can't be born with a spoon in your mouth.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I know people love Christmas, but I can't wait until it's over.  On almost every other street the vendors have the Christmas trees lined up along the store fronts and the curbs.  It's hard to walk and mom has to hold my leash tight so that I won't lift my leg and pee on the trees.  She says that won't be nice.  Sometimes there is so little room to walk, mom picks me up.  I can't get to the poles or streets to sniff or pee.  I can't wait until the trees are all gone.
The narrow passage

Sunday, December 16, 2012

It's raining again.  I thought i would have a few nice days in a row.  Now it's supposed to rain for a few days.   I hate the rain.  I hate feeling it hit my head and back, I hate having wet feet.  Today, we went out and I ran to a tree and did what I did.  Then Lynda turned to continue our walk.  I was having none of that.  I dug into the sidewalk and wouldn't move.  Then I pulled to go back.

I know mom wants me take a walk so I would get exercise and pee and poop; she just doesn't get it.  I hate the rain and would rather hold it in than walk in the rain.  Do you think she'll ever learn?

How do the rest of my friends feel about the rain?

Saturday, December 15, 2012

It';s BJ -
Two great things happened today.  It'a not raining and it's laundry day.  The first is self explanatory.  I'll explain about laundry day.

Laundry Day
i like warm things and one of my most favorite things is to jump up on the bed (that's where mom sorts and folds) and snuggle in the clothes when they come out of the dryer.  It's comfy. Well today I had a dilemma.  We went for a walk and then went to the laundry room to pick up the clothes.  Whenever we come in from a walk, I get a cookie (dates back to house training).  We came in and Lynda took the clothes from the wagon and dumped them on the bed.  Ordinarily I would jump on the laundry.

You may not think that causes a dilemma.  I do.  Should I run into the kitchen to get my cookie OR do I run into the bedroom and snuggle in the warm clothes?  I had to take a step back and decide which I wanted more.

Which do you think I choose?
If you choose cookie then you were right.

My thinking was this:  the clothes will stay warm for a few minutes, but Lynda may forget to give me my cookie if I opt for the laundry.  My way I'm assured of my cookie AND I get to snuggle in the warm laundry.  What a life.

How's that for an afternoon's thinking!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

It's BJ.  I don't live in Seattle so why is it raining every day.  I hate the rain.  I don't like getting getting a bath or getting rained on.  Between my shoulder making it a little harder to walk and the rain, the only thing I do is go to the hydrant in front my building, do what I do, and pull to go back inside.  Lynda pulls to go for a walk and I pull to go back inside.  I win!

Hanukkah Semeah.   I got another great treat for the second day.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

It's BJ.  Now that I'm feeling almost all better I can sit down and write the next chapter in my history with Lynda.

Lynda really wanted me and she wouldn't give up in getting to keep me.  First, she has lived in a rent stabilized apartment for a few decades, hence her rent is low compared to similar apartments on the open market.  (In case you're not familiar with the rules for stabilized apartments, the landlord can only raise the rent by the percent decided on by the R S Board.  And they must give you a lease.  They cannot make you move.  If you do move, he can raise the rent to market value.)   The landlord would do anything to get me out so he could raise the rent.

The building had been pet friendly but because of an irresponsible dog owner it became non-pet friendly.  Since there were other dogs and there was never a formal notice of the change she got me.      As soon as the landlord found out the problems began.  They sent her letters saying she had to get rid of me.  She ignored them and eventually was forced to answer.  Her sister scared her into getting an  attorney.  We learned until later that the attorney was not very good and put us through processes that could have been avoided.  Of course then he wouldn't have been able to suck money from her.

She had to get a letter from her doctor saying why she needed me; she had to get friends to give depositions about how she was happier because she had me.  He filed a motion with HUD.  Nothing is simple.  First she had to have a meeting to determine if there was cause to file with HUD.  There was.  Then you can file.  Then you wonder why the government is so inefficient and costs taxpayers so much.

Anyway, because the attorney couldn't find a resolution with the landlord, it dragged on, and on, and on.   He was making money and mom was suffering.  She cried a lot when it seemed it wasn't going to be settled.  More than a year later we finally went to court before an arbitrator.  The arbitrator determined that Lynda could keep me.  YEA!  And, that was how I got to stay.

Mom really wanted me and spent thousands of dollars to keep me.  I know she really loves me and is a good person for not sending me back to the shelter.  I tried to be a good dog.  There were some ups and downs, like my chewing a brand new pair of cashmere lined leather gloves, to name one.

The words "forever home" has an indescribable meaning to me.  It's been 12 1/2 years since I came to my forever home and I have been sooooooo happy.  I never want to go anywhere else.

Friday, December 7, 2012


It's BJ.  I'm feeling a little better.  Lynda has been carrying me sometimes.   The best part of my healing process is snuggling on mom's lap with a heating pad on my right shoulder.  The warmth feels very good and makes my muscles feel better.  I can't take longs walks because I still limp.  So I go out to the fire hydrant in front of the house and then we go for short walk.  The worst thing is that we can't go to the park and run around because the vet said I shouldn't.

The other thing that's bad is that people look at me with a look that is like pity.  They shouldn't do that.  I'm a little pup (really a dog) and I'm doing my best to get around.  Soon I'll be running around again and then people won't look at like that.

Time to take a walk.  It's raining and mom still takes me out even though she knows I hate the rain.  Oh, well.

Thursday, December 6, 2012


My right leg hurts.
$131 later, the vet said that it looks like BJ fell on his shoulder and the impact hurt his muscle causing him pain when he puts weight on his leg.  The vet gave him a shot to ease his pain.  He is showing a little improvement and should be fine in a week or two.

We won't be able to go the park because it's too long a walk for him and he's too heavy for me to carry him so many blocks.  Also, he can't run around and I need to carry him down steps for a few days.  Besides that, I need to put a heating pad on his shoulder to help the muscle.

When will I be able to put my leg down?
Thank you for your notes.  I appreciate it.  I still feel guilty and didn't sleep last night because I was so upset about I caused.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Hi, it's BJ - a very unhappy BJ.  It started out to be a good day.  We went to the park and went home the long way.  At around 12:30, the day began to turn bad.  We went for a ride and I thought it would a fun ride.  Nope - we were going to the groomer.

Lynda has a Smart Car which sits high and I sometimes have trouble jumping down.  Today she picked me up and when she turned to put me down she lost her balance and I fell out of her arms.  My yelp and cry was so loud they heard me down the block.  My right leg sort of splayed out.  Nothing broken but I must have pulled a muscle or ligament or something.  I couldn't put my leg down at first.  Then I was able to put a little weight on it, enough so that I could still be groomed.  (Had I know I would have played my injury to the hilt.)  We detoured into to PetCo on the way to the groomer and I got good cookies.  The groomer gave me the cookies during the session.

I look okay, not great.  It wasn't worth it.  The vet wasn't in his office so I can't get checked out until tomorrow.   I'm still limping.  I'll let you know what happens.

I hope all is well with all of my blogger friends.

Monday, December 3, 2012

It's BJ.  Rumpy asked me to post something about Hanukkah from my point of view.  So hear goes -

I learned a little about Hanukkah after I came home with Lynda.  For starters, Hanukkah is known as the festival of lights, an eight day festival to commemorate the rededication of the Temple in 167 B.C.E.

If I were a Jewish dog, I'm glad I wasn't around in 168 B.C.E.  I could have been killed.  In short, the Jews were being persecuted by Antiochus IV.  He massacred them, wouldn’t let them practice their religion, and made them eat food they weren’t allowed to eat.   From my perspective, that meant that I might not have had a family or a home and would have had to eat food from pigs.  Bacon may taste good, but as a Jewish dog I'm not supposed to have it.

Two groups of Jews banded together to fight the oppression and won the revolution.  Since the Temple was desecrated because the Jews were forced to sacrifice pigs in it, the Temple needed to be rededicated.   Oil was needed for the menorah which  was supposed to burn for eight days.  (Seems like a long time to me, but hey, what do I know, I'm only a dog, cute but still a dog.)  There was only enough for one day, yet it burned for eight days.  An eight day festival commemorated the miracle.

We start with lighting one candle on the first night and add another each night.  Giving gifts has been added to the celebration because it’s so close to Christmas and the kids were jealous.

After Lynda lights the candles and says the prayer, I get special treats instead of a present (because I have too many toys and coats).  That’s the best part of Hanukkah.  When the Christians get gifts on one day, i get stuff on eight days.  Yea!

I can’t remember all of the details, so I hope you get the idea.