The furry menace

I had thought this area was free of the enemy. I hadn't seen any of them before. In hindsight, I should have known from the telltale sign of the torn-up pinecones under every pine tree. I was out on my peaceful morning walk with Dad, minding my own business, when suddenly one of the accursed ones appeared from behind the next tree and menaced us. The beady eyes! The bushy tail! The chittering! I'm always ready for action, of course, so I lunged forward to defend us. I wasn't fast enough, though. The scoundrel scampered up the tree before I could reach him. I shall have to re-double my vigilance if I am to protect this family from the furry menace.

Astros game

Mom and Dad went to the Astros game last night with the other Med-Peds people. They told me I couldn't go because I didn't have my Astros shirt on. But don't they know that Shelties are always dressed for any occasion? I want to go play outfield! Well, maybe first base for now.

Anyhow, they told me all about the game later. Chick-fil-a has funny advertisements on the foul poles now: their usual cows, and writing: "Eat More Fowl." I approve.

But what's going on with Luke Scott's theme music? I understand why you'd play music from Star Wars -- "Use the Force," etc. -- but wouldn't the Imperial March indicate that Luke went over to the Dark Side? It's all wrong! All wrong!

Now if only they'd do a doggie night at the ballpark....

Lacks pictures

Hi everybody! This is Sydney again. Sorry for not having any pictures lately. We don't have a camera. Grandpa stole our digital camera. I knew I was right to be suspicious of him!

Standing guard

Sydney is lying on the floor about three feet from me, facing outward, watching vigilantly.

Damitra: What is she guarding you from, anyhow?
Me: I don't know. But whatever it is, it's not here, so I guess she must be doing a good job....

Bean types

So far we've identified the following types of beans:

- Sydney bean
- Kidney bean
- Silly bean
- Lazy bean
- Runner bean
- String bean

The last two have not yet been sighted, although they may appear in the future.

A mysterious gentleman

When I went on my big walk Sunday morning, we saw another Sheltie! He was a very distinguished-looking gentleman with all-white front legs. Very formal. Tragically, his owner was walking him in a different direction and we couldn't catch up to say hi. (It's not my fault! My legs are short!) He was accompanied by a big fluffy golden dog. Very suspicious. Maybe he needs to be rescued! That can be my first Sheltie superhero mission. Right after I finish breakfast.

My red bow

I have a pretty red bow! OK, actually it's just a tied ribbon, but it's still pretty. It makes me happy. The bad news is that it's way too hot outside. I wish they'd turn the temperature down.

UPDATE: Here's a better picture. I love my ribbon!

French fries

My dad came home smelling like french fries. I looked all over but couldn't find any. Why didn't he save me a french fry? What a meanie. I can see I have some work to do on these people.

"In the Way"

Today's song, sung to a tune kind of like "Charles in Charge." This especially applies when we're cooking and she feels compelled to continually check underfoot to see if we dropped anything.

In the way
Sydney-bean is in the way
WHOAAA-OAAH
In the way
She likes to be
In the way
WHOOOOA
(repeat until dog looks sufficiently confused)

United by a shared purpose

Rusty and Sydney weren't sure what to make of each other at first, but nothing brings dogs together like the possibility of food.

My name

I think my humans are a bit slow. They keep calling me "Sydney Bean." Can't they see that I'm a Sheltie, not a bean? And I don't know why they keep saying, "Hefty hefty hefty! Wimpy wimpy wimpy!" to me. I have a fine figure. And I like to take life slow and enjoy it properly. At least on walks. Very slow. What's wrong with that?

Soccer ball blues

Why does my dad keep trying to make me play with a little 2-inch sorry excuse for a soccerball? I mean, it squeaks! What kind of soccerball squeaks? I'm holding out for the real thing. Why do they keep asking why I won't play with it? I have my principles, you know!

Down with Portugal

I'm very disappointed that the ungentlemanly team from Portugal is still alive in the World Cup. It's all wrong! Don't they know how to behave like real men? What a bunch of whiny thugs. I'm a Peter Crouch fan myself. He's got long legs, I've got short furry legs, but we could be a good pair! I can run fast! (Kind of.)