Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Mom is trying to toughen up my image

What do you think?


Oh- ignore the fuzzy monkey blanket. Ummmm…. Not mine. Nope.

Posted by Einstein on 04/03 at 02:38 PM
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Who the heck is “Mo’ Nature”?

I thought it was Spring!? This morning we had a windstorm and now it’s snowing.

I thought we’d be going for walkees after Mom gets off work now that it’s daylight savings time. Mom is blaming the “no walkee” on someone called “Mo’ Nature.”

Who is this person? I need to have a bark with her.

Posted by Einstein on 03/20 at 01:55 PM
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I’m closing comments!

Mom is getting really tired of weeding out the spam comments. Stupid spammers, they ruin it for everyone!

You can reach me on my FB page if you want to send me a message: https://www.facebook.com/PuggleEinstein
Posted by Einstein on 03/13 at 06:43 PM
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Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Fetch!

We play a game in our house called, "trade". Mom taught it to me when I was a wee little pup because as anyone with a puppy knows, we get into all kinds of things we're not supposed to. If I had something in my mouth that I shouldn't, Mom says "trade" and I drop it. Of course, "trade" means that there's something in it for me. It could be anything, but usually I hope it's cheese! That's a big ticket item here in my household.

Rumor is that Mom likes cheese a lot too. Hmmmmm, I wonder what kind of tricks I could get her to do for cheese?

Anywoof, now I'm playing Mom like a fiddle. I purposefully go outside and look for things to bring in the house just so Mom will trade with me. Mom likes to pretend that she doesn't care, but I know that she doesn't like messy floors, so I get the messiest thing I can find, like a stick full of pine needles.

Do you know how many pine needles are on a two inch stick? No? I'd bet you money that Mom does!

If Mom tries to ignore me, I drop it and pick it back up as many times as it takes until she gives in. Sometimes, she's REALLY stubborn, so I have to jump in her lap and drop it right in front of her face. Eventually I win the trade game.

So, why is this post titled, "fetch"? Well, I'm a terrible fetcher. I love to chase after the ball or frisbee, but if I choose to bring it back, I make Mom and Dad chase me around the house or yard for it.

They actually do it! Can you believe it?

Mom is trying to teach me to be a better fetcher, like my nephew Chino. That kid really shows me up in the fetching department.

Fetch at our house now consists of two games: 1) fetch and 2) trade.

I think this is genius! I get to have fun running after the ball and THEN I get to trade it for a treat. Who's the smart one NOW, huh?
Posted by Einstein on 03/06 at 05:58 PM
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Thursday, December 01, 2011

It’s my dadgum birthday! I’m THREE!

I realize I look cranky in this photo, but it’s only because Mom is making me wait before I get to dig into my birthday dinner. don’t mind wearing a stupid cookie monster birthday hat at all. Gheesh, the things I have to do…..

I got lots of stuff for my birthday, and I got to help pick it out. Well, not the sweater- I can do without a holiday sweater. Really, who wears those things?

Lessee…. I got a squeaky rattlesnake, carob chip cookies, my favorite cookies, and my other favorite cookies. I also got a new chewie bone. My other one is worn.out.

My birthday meal was deeelish! Turkey with rice, potatoes, green beans and gravy served in a crystal bowl. Nothing but the best for me. I wonder where the champagne is though… I am 21 in dog years, you know.



So anyway, where’s that champagne?

Posted by Einstein on 12/01 at 02:50 PM
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