Dorfin Daze

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219794882009-03-01T19:01:59.522-05:00Dorfin DazeThis is just one dog's look at life, love, and the occasional roll in cat poop. Though there are millions of stories out there, this is a tail from the point of view of a 6lb. Pomeranian. My name is Woodie the Dorfin and welcome to my world. PS. For those of you unfamiliar with blogs, the earliest is at the bottom, and the very first items are in the archives. It is a good idea to start there on the first visit. Also, fill free to comment or ask questions. I will bark... write back.Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-48131112267863522962008-08-28T11:14:00.008-05:002008-08-29T06:41:53.990-05:00My Version of Mark Phelps, At My Olympics

On one of our many trips to the mountains we came to this wonderful pool of water. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I am part otter. I simply love to swim.We were at the ocean a couple weeks ago in Rehoboth, Delaware and Mama had to keep pulling me out of the waves. It was great.When the "Surf's Up", give me a surf board, and I can probably beat any old penguin with these "Happy

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-55218912819152654132008-08-11T22:09:00.002-05:002008-08-11T22:12:45.706-05:00Sometimes You Just Need a Break

During a recent hike, we came across this cool outcropping. While Momma and Inna decided what they were doing (actually, I think it was excuse to rest), I found the neatest place around.I'm no dummy! I'm cool!Copyright 2006 Dorfin Enterprises All Rights Reserved

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-79362698500264727612008-08-09T09:17:00.002-05:002008-08-09T09:25:03.250-05:00It's Been A long Way Home!

Momma and Inna (her daughter and Cinnamon's human Mom) decided a couple of months ago to go walking one day a week. Cinnamon and I go with them and sometimes one of my "nephews".As it goes with a lot of things in life, at least as I have noticed, one thing turns into another and the 2 hour walks turned into 7 to 13 mile, 5 to 7 hour hikes. I'm not sure what a mile is, but my paws know.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-46167657486046460502008-08-06T13:14:00.002-05:002008-08-06T13:22:41.887-05:00I'm Back!!!!

Hi Everyone,I'm sorry I haven't written lately.There are a multitude of reasons. Basically I can't do this myself. I've tried typing and my paws just keep sliding off the keyboard.Mama's been busy with her garden and/or her bad back.Papa is just now getting over his accident from last year. He finally agreed to help me again.Of course, part of it is having my three "nephews" living here. Hey,

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Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-18024792017730839162007-12-20T09:34:00.000-05:002007-12-20T11:23:36.500-05:00Time moves on... slowly

Hi,It’s been a while since I’ve written. It’s not my fault… really. As I’ve told you many times, a human has to do the actual typing because my paws keep slipping off the keys. Therein lies the problem. Hmm… maybe if I let my nails get longer. Papa and Mama have had a lot of problems this year. She had back surgery and still has pain. She really keeps the chiropractor busy. He was in a

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-74033869799043485792007-04-07T18:26:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:09:10.897-05:00Racer's looking for a good loving home!

We call him "Racer", because of his stripes, but he is so intelligent he will adapt to whatever you call him. He is so lovable you will fall for him immediately. He will probably weigh about 8 lbs, like his father. He really would like to be in a good home with people who love him. His human Mama will surely miss him because she delivered him, and has taken very could care of him and his

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-50806485722030451092007-03-11T16:09:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:09:11.084-05:00My Nephews

Hi Everyone,The births occurred 3 weeks ago today these are my new "nephew's". Cinnamon has been a darn good Mama, especially considering she had no training and I sure am no good at this stuff. In fact, they scare the heck out of me.Papa call’s them from left to right: Footloose, Speed Racer (Racer for short), and Pom Lite. Of course there is a story behind each of them.Poor Footloose! When

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-41749554652648602952007-01-26T19:41:00.000-05:002007-01-27T07:12:08.200-05:00The Blessed Event is Near!

Hey, I’m going to be an Uncle. (I can’t be a Papa, I lost my doghood when I was very young). But… Cinnamon and Sir Buddy have combined their efforts and she is with puppy, as they say in the Bible. It is hard to tell when, but sometime between February 2nd & Valentine’s Day, the blessed event will occur. Mama is simply gahgah, agog, you know what I mean. She has made Cinna a birthing

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1166735130420640632006-12-21T16:03:00.000-05:002007-01-21T02:54:51.006-05:00They're Here, Not Just on a Plane!

It’s been a while since I could get Papa to write some things for me. He and Mama have been a little under the weather as they say. Things have been occasionally exciting though. A couple of weeks ago Papa and I were outside, you know, so I could do my business, when we heard Mama scream at the top of her lungs. We ran back to the house and found her curled up in her chair with her knees up

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1162758606182889852006-11-05T15:30:00.000-05:002006-11-05T15:37:30.566-05:00Baby It's cold Outside! And I Don't Care!

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1161102789010716102006-10-17T11:33:00.000-05:002006-11-05T15:38:18.746-05:00Sleep is Precious!

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I’ve been pondering something lately. I do that a lot as you know.You can find everything under the sun for those of us of the canine persuasion: clothing and furniture stores, restaurants, hotels, beauty saloons, spas, cruises, weddings, birthday parties, dating services, and yoga classes just to name a few. What about my soul? Hey, I don’t want to go to the bad place. You know, Doggy H---!

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Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160238348295202452006-10-07T10:34:00.000-05:002006-10-07T11:25:52.133-05:00Help! Help!

You are not going to believe this!!Papa and I went on some errands this morning; you know the usual, the Post Office, grocery store and the bank. At first everything went fine. Papa does his business very quickly.We arrived at the bank and Papa went inside. It took him forever. I knew he had something important to do, but this was ridiculous.All of a sudden police cars began to come there.

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1160020955806487902006-09-28T22:46:00.000-05:002006-10-04T23:03:19.956-05:00Mr. Desirable

That's me now, though I used to be known as Captain Danger. Every night I risked health and limb sleeping with Mama and Papa. As the song goes, “Mama was a rolling stone….” She tossed and turned and rolled all night. Papa would hold me cradled beside him in his arms for protection, but as soon as he got sleepy or the lights were turned out, I would dart for the foot of the bed. Oh, I would

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1159327555746059022006-09-19T22:16:00.000-05:002006-09-26T22:26:29.620-05:00Just a Walk in the Park.

I like to go for walks, especially with Mama. The other day she took me for a long tour of the Cylburn Arboretum in Baltimore. We had a great time.I ran around and met a lot of people and a few other dogs. After a while I got tired so Mama picked me up and put me in this new carrier. It hangs in front of her, like Mamas have for human babies.It was cool. I could feel her warmth and her heart

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1157602510178805662006-09-06T23:02:00.000-05:002006-09-06T23:15:10.186-05:00It's Been A Long Time, Now I'm...

I know. I haven’t written in awhile, but you have to understand. Even if I could reach the keyboard, my paws keep slipping off of it. I had to wait for Papa to do it.Things have been a little chaotic around here, like with most families.Mama has been having problems with her knee and back. She found out it was related to an operation last year and has been doing physical therapy and certain

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1154228392718353872006-07-29T21:46:00.000-05:002006-08-02T13:15:26.303-05:00I'm A Bad Dog!

You see, no matter how small I am, I am still a dog. Get it! What does this have to do with anything?I bit Papa!Honest to Gosh, I didn’t mean to. I just did it. Instinct, genes, I don’t know.Papa and I were out for a constitutional… I had to go… you know, make pee. I spotted some of my favorite chewing material. Rock hard, old… stuff I left there the week before. Hey, I’m a dog. We do

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Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1153365875986648392006-07-19T22:13:00.000-05:002006-07-19T22:24:35.996-05:00Tricky Papa

My Papa likes to play tricks on me. The worst part is I always fall for them.This evening he did it again.I was spending quality time under the bed, one of my Dorfin Dens of Solitude, when I heard him crying in the other room. I immediately crawled out and ran to his chair. He was indeed crying. He dropped the foot rest and I jumped up and started licking his face."Poor Papa", I thought, "

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1153160691515829012006-07-17T12:51:00.000-05:002006-07-17T13:24:51.573-05:00Fun! Fun! Fun!

For the second weekend in a row the gang was together. Cinna, Sir Buddy, & me.Cinna & I had great fun beating up on Sir Buddy. Believe me he can take it... and give it.Actually with the heat and humidity here in Baltimore, and our all out playing, we slept a lot of the time.I hadn't felt well for a couple days, finally had a BM Saturday morning and things improved from there. Papa kept giving

Woodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488236355285621346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21979488.post-1152720730036080942006-07-12T11:05:00.000-05:002006-07-12T22:22:52.493-05:00Sir Buddy of the White-Hairs & Me

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