July/August 2006

8.23.06

I Promise

I, Bumby, promise to do my share to save the earth.

What, you may ask, can a single dog do? There are a lot of issues out there, and I am, after all, only one dog.

The answer is plenty. One dog, eating Pet Promise for one year, can help to eliminate over 2,000 doses of antibiotics fed to chicken and cattle. That's one dog! And listen to this: one year of enjoying Pet Promise for dinner can reduce --by over 670 doses -- the number of artificial growth hormones given to cattle as well as help support sustainable agriculture.

You might think that I don't care as much about the Earth as a person could, but you're wrong. When was the last time you rolled on green grass and then stretched out on your back and looked up at the blue sky? Have you ever sniffed at the dirt and watched as an ant ran up a rock? I know stuff, I'm connected to this planet, and I promise to do my share.

Here's about another promise, one my person made to me when I came to live with her in New Jersey. She said, and I quote, "I promise to take really good care of you, Bumby." Well last month, just for me, she took a class in pet first aid. Now she knows all sorts of helpful stuff...just in case. And sometimes when I'm home alone, especially at night, if I get worried, I just go into the kitchen and look at the certificate she got at the first-aid class (it's on the refrigerator, down at the bottom so I can see it). I remember her promise, and that always makes me feel better.

Me checking out the pet first aid certificate my person got. It's posted on the fridge.

I could tell you more, but it's time for me to sit by Leilani cat when she gets her insulin shot. Talk later.

posted by Bumby at 8:45 am

8.2.06

Food and friends

These are two of my favorite things.

My favorite food is, of course, Pet Promise. It tastes great and supports my person's mission to buy food that helps foster the environment and family farms. That's a contribution I can help make to the health of the planet. My person was reading How Dog Food Saved the Earth, and I bumped her with my nose a bunch of times so she would read it out loud. I really like what I heard. It made me feel quite important that I'm a part of this mission by the fact I eat (and really enjoy) Pet Promise. Can't wait to try the new Bison formula.

About friends. Nikko was the first dog I met at my new home. I was a little nervous that first day, going outside with different smells in the air and new trees and people. So nervous that I fell off the curb. Guess I was looking up and didn't see it. Anyway, Nikko comes along at that very same moment. We hit it off right away (partly because he didn't say a thing about the curb incident). Sometimes Nikko's person brings him to my house and we share a Pet Promise jerky treat or run in circles (which is more fun than you would think).

My friend Nikko

I have also found employment here in New Jersey, my adopted home. It consists of sitting on the top couch cushion and observing all outside activity. When anyone walks by, I sound an alert and sniff at the door. (I'm also always on the lookout for any of my dog friends.) One of the perks of my job is being able to take an occasional cat nap (something I learned from my roommates). All in all, I enjoy being a dog -- especially with Pet Promise for dinner.

I could tell you more, but it's almost suppertime. Talk later.

posted by Bumby at 6:05 pm

7.14.06

Getting to know me

Bumby here, welcome to my first blog entry. You may ask what qualifies me to do this blog. Well, for one thing, I do a lot of thinking. I've also traveled a bit in my life and then there are the cats I live with. Cats can give you a unique perspective on things. But back to me.

I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, but I don't remember too much about it. When I was around five months old, I and a bunch of other Bichons, some just puppies too, moved to a nice vet's office in Tulsa when we officially became "Small Paws" rescue dogs. Back then I was called "Tulsa Bumble". I remember playing a lot with the other puppies, and then one day I was taken out of my kennel and everyone there hugged and kissed me and put me in my travel case and I was off to New Jersey.

This was the first picture my person saw of me, I was six months old. Guess I made a good impression on her! Well, I arrive in New Jersey and everyone's waiting for me at the airport like I'm a celebrity or something. It was quite a trip. They brought me a new collar and leash and toys that make noise (which is how everyone learned of my musical abilities) and said, "Bumby, you're home now."

I should tell you about my roommates, the cats. There's Leilani, she just turned fourteen and has diabetes. She gets a shot of insulin twice a day; maybe that's why she's treated so special. Everyone always stops to pet her and tell her how wonderful she is and she gets to eat her snack after the shot on the big blue chair. No one else eats on the furniture around here, I can tell you that. Then there's Pumpkin, a big guy who can always be found sitting on top of something. If you're missing anything, a pen, your glasses, whatever, it's probably under Pumpkin. And finally Skeezix. He's a bit unique, a "mini" Maine Coon cat. My person took him in after he was caught in a neighbor's trap. He was around eight months old then and Leilani and I thought he was going to grow into this big Coon cat, Pumpkin size. But he just stayed small. Small and extremely fuzzy. One question, what's the obsession with the fake mouse about?

I could tell you more, but I have to go for a walk before bedtime. Talk later.

posted by Bumby at 10:55 pm