Thursday, January 17, 2013

Haiku Rod

A haiku for the Rod.


Shortest little legs.
A nose that goes for miles.
My weenie vacuum. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Christmas Rod III

The moderately anticipated squeakquel - all 12 days representing:

On the 12th day of Christmas my true Rod gave to me

12 Roddis drumming


11 Roddis piping


10 Roddis leaping

9 Roddis dancing

8 Roddis milking

7 Roddis swimming


6 Roddis laying


5 Golden Roddiiiiiiiiiiis


4 Calling Rods


3 French Rods


2 Turtle Rods


And a Roddiiiiiiii in a pear tree.


And now, the holidays are officially over.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Christmas Rod II

Continuing the Christmas spirit into the new year, with the 2nd part of Rod's debut Christmas album:

5 Golden Roddi's


6 Rod's a Laying


7 Roddi's Swimming

8 Rod's a Milking

And a Roddi in a pear tree!

Hope everyone is having a Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Holiday Rod

Rod is on Christmas vacation, but he did send this postcard.


Happy Holidays!!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Christmas Rod


In honor of the season, I bring you a Christmas tradition. Roddi-fied.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

A Roddi in a pear tree.


On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….

Two turtle Rods

And a Roddi in a pear tree.


On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….

Three French Rods



Two turtle Rods
And a Roddi in a pear tree.


On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….

Four calling Rods


Three French Rods
Two turtle Rods
And a Roddi in a pear tree.

More Christmas days to come.




Thursday, December 13, 2012

Romance Rod


They all have a favorite. That one toy that outlasts all the others. 

For Rod, it is his red smiley squeaker.



Other toys may come and go.






I thought maybe the toy that sounded like a thousand dying accordions would steal his heart.




But in the end he always comes back to red smiley squeaker.



A true romance!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Elusive Rod

Rod tries his best to vanish before our evening walk every. Single. Night.

He doesn't always do the best job at disappearing.






Can't blame a guy for tryin'.