Last year, on Small Business Saturday, Madame went shopping in Beaver and brought me home a special treat. I sure hope this happens again. I do love a special treat.
Life is better with surprises, don’t you think?
We highly recommend Wags on 3rd for all your doggie needs. They have food, supplies, toys, and beautiful baked goods for all your puppers.
Also, the people at the shop donate cookies every week for dogs at the shelter. That’s so amazing. I think Madame should shop there more often. I mean not for my benefit of course. It would be to show support for a local business and help one that gives back to Beaver County Humane Society.
It’s not all about me.
Truly.
But speaking of me, can we take a moment to admire how handsomely and properly I’m sitting in this video? I’m really such a good boy. And I look positively regal, don’t I?
Enjoy the last days of your holiday weekend. I know I will!
This week has been…interesting.
In addition to the election, which made many humans either terrified or elated, other things happened this week as well. One friend had a daughter who ended up in the ER with pneumonia. Another friend had a father-in-law who fell and broke his kneecap. Another friend let us know she’s in treatment for cancer. And Monsieur tweaked his back.
It’s been A WEEK.
In addition to that, Madame noticed I’ve been panting oddly for no reason. It’s been going on for a few weeks, but when she took me on a walk Tuesday, I struggled. She didn’t even take me on the hilly trails, just the flattest part, which is a bad sign.
She decided it was time to call the vet on Wednesday, and I went to see the vet Wednesday afternoon. The good news is that my heart is in great shape. Madame was worried it could be congestive heart failure (that’s the kind of week she’s having), but it’s not. The bad news is that there is definitely something going on with my lungs.
The X-ray showed what looked like snowflakes in my chest. Since I have not eaten any snow at all, this was a surprise for everyone involved.
We aren’t sure yet what is going on. The radiologist read the X-rays yesterday. We should hear back from our vet today. I’m on antibiotics, and it *seems* like the panting has improved slightly. But, because it’s me, Madame is assuming I’ll have some kind of rare fungal infection only found in llamas in the Andes, or a disease that sounds like it came straight off the pages of “Little House on the Prairie “ (Consumption? Scarlet Fever? The Pox?).
That last one might be an STD, which, oddly enough, the actress who played Ma Ingalls got from one of her fellow cast members on the show, but I digress.
The point is that we’re hoping to figure out what’s wrong with me today. We have an excellent vet. Everyone in the office is so kind to me. And Madame has been extra nice to me this week as well. Also, the Youngest Son is hom
My old Lambie died a hero’s death, torn apart in a struggle for dominance between Luke and me. That resulted in a solemn burial (aka Madame throwing her in the garbage can while I watched, in abject misery).
I guess I understood why she did it. Lambie stunk. I mean, she reeked to high heaven. And although Madame attempted to get a replacement Lambie (which was actually Lambie 3.0, since I’d been through two others), she bought a mini-Lambie instead.
Who the heck wants a mini Lambie? Lambie 3.0 was ridiculous.
She could tell I was disappointed, so she came up with a plan. Madame is good at making plans…sometimes.
Enter the newest member of our family. Lambie 4.0. Fresh out of the box from Chewy. All white and fluffy.
And I hate her.
She smells wrong. She tastes wrong. Lambie 3.0 was tiny, but at least she had a soul. This thing is soulless. It’s nothing but stuffing and fake eyelashes.
I’m not a fan. I’m not sure what to do. Maybe Madame needs to try again, but our house is being overtaken by Lambie toys and poor decisions.
Sigh.
Maybe she should just get me one of those peanut butter filled bones. At least they are useful.
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I got to hang out with little Moonbeam and Luke yesterday. It was fun, but it would have been more fun if the baby had sent some food our way.
We had great hopes. Sadly, she doesn’t throw food. She just eats it, and I feel like she may have been mocking us.
And she did something unexpected before dinner. As I was walking past her, she turned, opened her mouth, and pretended to bite my butt.
Maybe she was really hungry. But she didn’t actually bite it. She just did it to get a reaction from Madame and the Oldest Son, and it worked. Madame gasped and Moonbeam thought that was hilarious.
She already has a great sense of humor and a naughty streak. She is awfully cute though. Those pigtails are a riot.
And she played fetch with me. Kind of. She gave me Luke’s ball, then chased me around the house, squealing.
What did I do?
I ran. I’m not used to little humans. Also, I was worried about more butt biting. She’s small, but she has lots of teeth.
Eek.
Have a great Sunday friends. I hope no one tries to bite your butt today.
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I know you all worried that I had nothing but a rock-hard, inedible doggie cupcake for my birthday treat, but that was not the case. Madame, Honey Bee, and Laurel Leaf also decorated yummy gingerbread cookies for me.
Aren’t they cute and spooky?
I thought the Munster’s theme song fit. You know, since they are vampire and ghost cookies. But the girls wrote my name on them. They even wrote “Happy 10th B-Day” on the ghosty one. That was a nice touch.
I hope you have a great Friday. If the Munster theme song is now stuck in your head, I apologize, but that’s not a bad thing, is it? It’s a great tune. I kind of dig it.
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Yesterday was my birthday. I can’t believe I’m already ten. I don’t look a day over seven, if I do say so myself.
You’d think Madame would make an effort and get me a special birthday treat. Instead, I got a sugar-free, rock hard doggie cupcake. The thing was inedible. I nearly broke a tooth.
Madame had to take the offending object away from me. She was seriously worried it could have been a choking hazard.
Don’t worry. I still had a good birthday. I’ll share a happier video soon. It involves special cookies that Laurel Leaf and Honey Bee made for me. Those were a nice surprise. Much better than that cupcake.
Yikes.
Enjoy you day, friends! I’ll be announcing the October book winner very soon!
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How is your Sunday morning going?
Elliot already got smacked in the face as Henry and I played. It was inadvertent, but Elliot is kind of like that awkward kid who wants to join the group, but isn’t exactly sure how to jump in. He hangs out on the edges, trying to find a way to be a part of the fun, but can’t quite figure it out.
Poor Elliot.
It’s funny how dogs have such different personalities. Elliot is the calm, slightly dorky one who kind of does his own thing. Henry is the enthusiastic younger dude who wants to be at the center of all the fun and is definitely a dog that seeks human connection. I’m the boy that never grew up. I’m excited about everything - to the point of being obnoxious. And I’m definitely the most talkative. That’s obnoxious too.
But we mesh well for some reason. I’m so lucky to have them and Mistress Patti. Even though I feel kind of bad for Elliot sometimes, he’s a happy boy.
And despite the fact that he didn’t really find a way to join our game, he did get a butt sniff out of the deal while I was otherwise occupied. That’s something, right? And it could be payback for all the humping. It only seems fair.
I think that’s a good lesson. Embrace who you are, be yourself, and look for the opportunities to do what you want, just like Elliot and the butt sniffing.
Not that I’m suggesting you actually sniff any butts. But you get my meaning. Find what makes you happy and go for it.
Have a great Sunday friends!
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It’s a Labra-pa-looza at our house. Henry and Elliot came for a sleepover, which makes it the best weekend ever.
There has been frolicking. And douche-canoery. And a bit of humping (on my part), but Madame put a stop to that nonsense immediately. As soon as I got that pre-humping look in my eye, Madame wagged a finger at me.
“Don’t even think about Capone. We do not hump our houseguests.”
That seems legit, so I listened to her. Elliot looked visibly relieved. I guess the humping was a lot more fun for me than it was for him.
Oopsie.
Today we have a day full of activities planned. Some friends are stopping by at lunchtime, and later Aunt Chrissy and Uncle Jon will be here. I can’t wait to introduce everyone to Henry and Elliot. They’re going to be so impressed that I have such well-behaved friends. I’ll have to be especially careful not to make any hump maneuvers while other people are around. I don’t want to embarrass Madame.
This is our first sleepover at my house, even though we’ve had a hundred at Mistress Patti’s. So far, it’s been a huge success.
I think I’ve been a pretty good host. I didn’t even get upset when Henry hogged my spot next to Madame on the couch and in the bed.
I must be evolving. What a shocker.
Have a great Saturday friends!
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Sometimes, it’s better just to come clean and admit your mistakes. What I did to Elliot was wrong on so many levels. I figured I should make a grand gesture, and what could be better than a very public apology?
Therefore, that’s what I’m doing. I’m sorry, Elliot. I took my humping a step too far. I feel awful about it. And I promise it will never happen again.
Hopefully.
Sometimes I have a little love eruption and I just can’t hold back. I have to express it. To let it out (so to speak). And that’s what happened. Elliot was just the unfortunate recipient of my unwanted advances.
Madame wonders how this even happened. I am neutered. I haven’t had cajones in nearly a decade. I don’t think I regenerated. I’m not a starfish.*
*When starfish lose an arm, they can grow a new one. In fact, they can grow an entire new body from just one arm.
Oh, glory be. That’s a troubling thought. What if I am part starfish?
I still don’t have my cajones (I checked), but what if my cajones regenerated on their own and built a new…me.
Dear heavens. Is that even possible?
I think we need to find out. Until then, another sincere apology to Elliot for my terrible behavior.
And if you see another me running around, one with cajones. Please let me know.
Oh, snap is right.
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Ah, the dulcet tones of my canine snores. There is nothing quite like it. So loud, and yet somehow soothing.
I can’t help the snoring. I was exhausted. Madame has been on a cleaning and reorganizing frenzy. We’re hosting little Moonbeam’s first birthday party tomorrow, so there was lots of work to do. Madame did all the cleaning, but I had to follow her around all day. It was very tiring.
Can you believe Moonbeam is already turning one? Time flies, doesn’t it? It seems like she was born yesterday, but what a wonderful year it has been.
I’ll share photos of the party. Madame is already worried about how much of a bass pole I’ll be. There will be quite a few guests, so that means multiple opportunities for bass-polery.
We are in so much trouble.
But for now, I’m snoozing away, dreaming of doggie ice cream. I haven’t had any in days. Ever since Madame noticed I was getting chonkier than usual, she cut me off.
Cruelty, thy name is Madame.
Have a great Friday, friends! Enjoy your day!
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I am feeling very proud.
If I could bark “USA! USA!” I’d be doing that right now.
Wasn’t it fun watching the men’s gymnastics team snag a medal? Stephen Nedoroscik, pommel horse king, is my new hero.
Also, since the Youngest Son just graduated from Penn State, this victory feels even sweeter.
I can’t wait to see what happens next. I’m also a big fan of women’s rugby. I don’t understand anything about it, but I cheered like a crazy dog anyway.
Speaking of dogs, when did Snoop Dogg become our national hype man? I have no idea, but I’m here for it.
I love the summer Olympics! Go team!
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Sadly, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me. Life is hard when you’re a clumsy doggo with poor timing. I could have died. I could have killed Madame as well.
It’s a good thing she’s on the ball.
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