It's Time You Find "Finding Rover"

My mom found a new app that helps people find their Boones when they get lost. It's called Finding Rover and it's free. Fun fact: the word finding starts to look funny when you look at it a lot.

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It uses facial recognition software for dogs and you make a profile for every Boone in your family, including their name, age, breed, and a picture. If you lose your Boone, you can send a notification to other users. If you find a lost Boone, you scan his face and see if he has a profile; if he has a profile, it can connect you to his people.

Here's my profile pic: it's like a facebook, for Boones.

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The big catch is, the more people who use it (and dogs with profiles) the better it works. So I'm asking everyone with a puppy at home to download the app (for iPhone and Android or on the web) and register your best friend: your Boone.

Lots of shelters, vets, and rescues plus loads of individuals (like my mom!) use this program, but it can only help you if your Boone is registered. If your buddy gets lost, you'll wish you had.

My Chair

I have a chair that I love to sleep on.

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It's the perfect size for me to curl up in or stretch out on. I has lots of pillows, including one I find very sexy. ;)

It's my favorite place to sleep or lay down and it's even better when someone else is sitting in it. It's the perfect size to share. Except with my dad. He hogs it and makes me sleep on my real bed.

My calls is my $1300 dog bed. I don't see the problem.

In honor of my chair, I've compiled all the IG photos of me and my chair.

#boonegram #crateandbarrel #thechairscalledwillow #ihadsexwithapillow #imbooneyandiknowit #whyhasntbloggerjumpedonthehashtagbandwagon #hashtag

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Katie and Booney's Day! Of! Fun!

(I hope you all sang that in Janice's voice. I may be a dog, but I am a Rached so I know my Friends.)

A few days ago Mom took me out on an adventure! I haven't been in the car in months, so I was excited to go anywhere. We went to a new place I had never been before but it very quickly reminded me of a place I used to go that I did not like. Mom calls it The Vet.

They poked and prodded me and took red stuff out of me! It was no fun at all. And it was very confusing that everyone who was mean to me there kept giving me treats and telling me how good a boy I am. First off, I know. Second, if I'm so good will you stop sticking things in my Boo-butt?! I don't like it!

Mom could tell that wasn't my favorite place (other than the treats) so afterwards she took me to the park. There were lot's of other dogs and joggers and ducks. But mostly, there was a lot of clover. I loooove clover.

It was so much fun to go and romp in the sun I almost forgot about all the not-fun stuff mom made me do before.

After all that we came home and mom gave me a rawhide for being such a good boy. But before I could finish it I got really sleepy and fell asleep. That never happens!

The best part of everything is I won my diet! The vet said I did so good that now I need to gain weight. I've really been enjoying my extra food and treats every day. Boone-bellies FTW!