My birthday is tomorrow, and my humans got me another ball. (Man, do I love playing with balls.) My only problem is that I play so enthusiastically that it keeps rolling under the gate where I cannot get it. I’m not happy right now because the lazy humans won’t get it for me for the fifth time!

My humans are in Christchurch, New Zealand and came across this ducktoller while walking about.

Anyone who puts doorbell sounds in TV ads should be sent right to the Hague.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

- The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

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Happy Holidays, everyone. I hope you get lots of treats!

My humans bought this paint by number kit from Michael’s today. It says it is a Golden Retriever, but it is actually a Ducktoller. You have no idea how often I am mistaken for a Golden, and Michael’s is not helping.

My humans gave me a new toy that had “seriously strong double reinforced fabric body” that was made for “longer lasting fun.”

It took me less than ten minutes to get out that squeaker and the stuffing. I must be a “seriously strong” dog.

Happy Thanksgiving, humans. Don’t forget to share your bounty with us!

My predecessor, Shen, used to walk himself, and my humans loved it. Not me, I make my humans hold the leash.

Saw this outside of a menswear store in Ligonier, PA. He was not much of a talker.

My humans make the same claim.