“How to have the perfect pet”, eh? I think she’s wasted her money on this book because I’m already perfect. Mom and Dad have a different idea of perfect than I do. I do have to admit that I like the way Ms. Stilwell shows people how to do tricks and keep OTHER dogs out of trouble. Mom already knew that shoving my butt down to the floor while saying “sit” wasn’t the way to do things, and she confirmed that while reading the book. Mom’s so smart!
Mom really likes Victoria Stilwell, which bodes well for me. Victoria believes in positive reinforcement training, rather than punishment. We really like watching her show together, Animal Planet’s “It’s me or the dog” because Victoria shows that ANY animal can be rehabilitated; it’s just a matter of patience. I really like watching how the bad dogs turn into good dogs by the time she’s done with them.
Of course, Mom just watches the show for entertainment value. There’s nothing about me that needs to be changed. I’m perfect, as you probably can guess.
Mom gets on streaks of craving things and will have the same thing every.single.day until she’s tired of it, or worse- the darned maker of the stuff doesn’t make it any more. That’s what happened with See’s cinnamon suckers, and now it’s personal.
I *loved* those suckers! Mom used to share them with me (I know, gross right? Licking something my mom licked?), and I loved it.
But our sharing time has come to an end because those suckers were only available for Valentine’s day. Now Mom eats Jolly Rancher cinnamon candy and is so RUDE about it. She can clearly see that I want to share, but she keeps it to herself. Rude, rude and more rude!
I hope she stocks up next Valentine’s day because I really miss sharing.
Mom and Dad got me this Crazy Dog Bumble Ball when I was really little. At first, I was really afraid of it, but now I show it who’s boss.
Mom’s learned not to leave me alone with it though, because I’ve started taking it apart. Of COURSE I started taking it apart… my name is Einstein. Gheesh, what does she expect? I would like to mention that the instructions told her not to leave me alone with it. I sure hope she pays better attention to the instructions about not having a toaster in her bathtub.
Here are more pictures of my Bumble ball in my stash of stuff:
Man… now that I look at it, I have a lot of toys. Guilty as charged.
Today is my 7 week birthday and I’m doing very well with potty training. I’ve only had one accident in two days. I’m sure that it’s Mom’s fault.
Mom’s been sleeping with me downstairs since they brought me home. I guess she got tired of it because she bought a really big cage (with a top) that’s big enough for my crate, a wee wee pad, and a play area fit in. She waits until my last potty and burst of energy of the night and put’s me in there at about midnight or 1am. If I had one wish though, it would be that Mom would put.me.down already. Gheesh, this woman wants to hold me 24/7.
I’m not crazy about this set up and let Mom and Dad know. I holler my little head off, but stop and sleep for a couple hours before starting all over with the poor pitiful me routine. Dad is wearing earplugs and Mom just sleeps right though it. I’ve heard she can sleep through anything. I really don’t hate the cage. that’s where my water and wee wee pad is during the day and I go in and out all day.
I’m proud to announce that I’ve mastered fetch and am today learning “sit”. I’m sort of getting it, but usually just park my little butt for only a split second. It gets me the treat, and that’s my goal.
Mom and Dad think I’m Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde because I’m so good during the day, but at night I go to crazy town. Mom’s starting to put me in time out (less than two minutes) in my crate when I do that because I really go CRAZY. I don’t hate it too much because I have my bed, food and water in there. Oh, and a toy or two.
I’ve got news for them if they think THIS is crazy town.
Geez, I know I’m cute and everything, but the puparazzo is keeping me from my beauty sleep. I’m only six weeks old and I NEED MY SLEEP! If it’s not the video camera, it’s the regular camera (and boy does that thing have a flash). Put it away, already.
Oh well, since Mom already has the video, I might as well share it here for posterity.
And here I am playing a little and then making my bed comfie. That’s a lot of work, you know…Especially the jumping in part. My legs are awfully short!
And if that’s not enough for you, here are some still shots:
See what I mean? I’m going to ‘take care’ of that camera one of these days.
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