Woof y'all! I'm Frodo, the Autry's 6 1/2 year old schnoodle. I came into the family this year because my previous owners couldn't handle me! That's right, I'm a spit-fire! What do ya bark about that? But hey, I'm potty trained, crate trained and I know some tricks that Phoenix doesn't! Speaking of Phoenix, it takes alot to rile that dogie up! He doesn't have near the spark that I do. I can bounce my 25 lb. self from the sofa to the wall to the kitchen in a single bound! This is a pic of me and my owner (one of the pale hair-less dogs that I live with). They call him Eric. How original! This was my first camping trip that we all took to Tugaloo State Park in North Georgia. Listen Dawgs, camping wasn't that much fun for me. The owners made a big deal out of going out there, packing up just about everything we owned, right down to my cozy dogie bed! They all acted so happy. But I was wondering, why didn't we just do this in our own backyard where there was at least some good grass! Phoenix and I had to stand guard the entire day on our leads and protect the owners from all of the wild animals out there. It was exhausting! Birds, squirrels, other camping dogs going by. I couldn't even bat an eye for fear that a skunk might come along. And that's not all. When night fell, the owners built a big fire and all sat around it for hours! Not me, I didn't want an ember to catch my lovely coat on fire! My guess is, that's how the owners got to be hair-less! Anyway, they finally came to their senses and drove us home after a couple of nights. I hear them talking about a long vacation this summer. Lucky for me, they're going to take me to the dog hotel this time! Bark ya later Dawgs!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
MEET FRODO
Woof y'all! I'm Frodo, the Autry's 6 1/2 year old schnoodle. I came into the family this year because my previous owners couldn't handle me! That's right, I'm a spit-fire! What do ya bark about that? But hey, I'm potty trained, crate trained and I know some tricks that Phoenix doesn't! Speaking of Phoenix, it takes alot to rile that dogie up! He doesn't have near the spark that I do. I can bounce my 25 lb. self from the sofa to the wall to the kitchen in a single bound! This is a pic of me and my owner (one of the pale hair-less dogs that I live with). They call him Eric. How original! This was my first camping trip that we all took to Tugaloo State Park in North Georgia. Listen Dawgs, camping wasn't that much fun for me. The owners made a big deal out of going out there, packing up just about everything we owned, right down to my cozy dogie bed! They all acted so happy. But I was wondering, why didn't we just do this in our own backyard where there was at least some good grass! Phoenix and I had to stand guard the entire day on our leads and protect the owners from all of the wild animals out there. It was exhausting! Birds, squirrels, other camping dogs going by. I couldn't even bat an eye for fear that a skunk might come along. And that's not all. When night fell, the owners built a big fire and all sat around it for hours! Not me, I didn't want an ember to catch my lovely coat on fire! My guess is, that's how the owners got to be hair-less! Anyway, they finally came to their senses and drove us home after a couple of nights. I hear them talking about a long vacation this summer. Lucky for me, they're going to take me to the dog hotel this time! Bark ya later Dawgs!
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Frodo, you sound like a pretty smart fella to me! And you landed yourself a nice cushy home, even if the owners do like to camp alot. It's a good thing they have you to help guard them. :)
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