Mom tells me that I have a sixth sense about other dogs, because I instinctively know which dogs to stay away from. I don’t really care about a dog’s breed, but I do care if they have good manners. Yesterday there were two dogs at the park that didn’t know the dog rules, which includes:
1. Don’t jump on me unless I invite you
2. Don’t continue to bother me when I’ve already let you know that I don’t want to play with you.
I watch each dog as they enter the dog park and see how they interact with the ‘official greeters’ (there’s always a group of dogs that immediately run to the gate whenever a new dog enters the park. I’m not one of them.) If I see the new dog has bad manners, then I stay way far away from that dog. If the dog seems to be a good dog, I’ll introduce myself and we’ll take it from there.
If I don’t like a dog, and that dog won’t leave me alone I’ll stand by Mom and give that dog a high-pitched bark anytime it comes near me, and I’ll show that dog my teeth. There’s no mistaking how I feel. This happened yesterday and the other dog would NOT get the hint. I was really glad when his mom took him out of the park, because he was harshing my buzz.
I’ve been at the dog park at least 200 times in my life and I can count on one paw (that’s four toes) the number of dogs that I’ve had this reaction to. Mom knows that I have my reasons and trusts that I know what I’m doing. She’s cool like that.
I will admit to being prejudiced a little bit against long-haired German shepherds. That’s the only breed that I won’t go near, no matter how well behaved they seem (though truthfully, I’ve yet to meet a well behaved long-hair German shepard at my dog park.) Pits? No problem. Boxers? Love them. Great Danes? My favorite. Bernese Mountain Dog? My best friend (his name is Chester, by the way.)
What about you? Do you have certain dog breeds that you don’t like to play with?
Mom and dad hired some nice ladies to clean our house, so Mom took me to doggy daycamp yesterday so I’d be out of their hair. Mom told me that the only reason I was going to doggy daycamp was that she had several appointments to go to, and I couldn’t come along.
I’m so sure!
I’ll forgive her though, because she was out earning money so she could buy me more toys and stuff.
The nice girls at PetsMart took really good care of me again. I really like it there, even though I don’t act like it when Mom drops me off. I am a really good actor, I think, and Mom believes my performance. I put my body real close to the ground and dug my nails into the grout of the tile to try to drag myself out of the lobby, but that darned leash kept me from finishing my performance.
Normally I nap during the time I was at daycamp, so by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sleep. Dad really liked that, because Mom had to leave for another appointment after I got home and so we became cuddle-buddies.
I"m pretty sure Mom’s going to take me back there again because the nice ladies who clean the house will be here every other week. Since Mom normally has Mondays and Tuesdays off, she told me that when her foot gets better we can also go on hikes when the ladies come to our house.
It’s good to be me. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mom got me all excited about going bye-bye and forgot to mention that we were going to the puppy doctor to get my shots and my nails clipped. Two of my least favorite things. How RUDE!
The puppy doctor said that I was the biggest puggle he’s ever seen. I weigh 31.6 lbs and trust me, it’s all muscle. He said that I’m not fat- just LARGE. I got a clean bill of health and I have movie star white teeth.
Before going to the doctor, Mom gave me a bath with some stuff that smells like coconuts. What is this, torture Einstein day? Mom said my shampoo made me smell like her favorite candy, so I’m going to keep my eye on her for a while. She can’t be trusted around coconut.
The day got better though. We got to go to the puppy toy store and pick out a couple of new toys since I was such a good boy at the puppy doctor. I got some new squeaky balls (I *love* making lots of noise with my squeaky balls!) and some new cookies from the cookie bar. The nice lady at the counter even gave me two cookies because I was being so good.
When we got home, we stopped at the mailbox and my Doggles came! Mom is more excited about them than I am. I’ll have to admit that they are pretty cool looking because they have flames on the sides, but I really don’t like them on my head. It feels funny.
Mom said she’ll wait a couple of days to take a picture, since I’ve had such a traumatic day with the shots and all, so stay tuned.
Mom bought me another interactive toy because she can tell that I like to use my noggin. She’s seen Nina Ottosson toys in some of the “It’s me or the dog” episodes, so she found one that she thought might challenge me. It’s called the Nina Ottosson Plastic Brick.
There’s a YouTube video from the manufacturer on how to start using the game, but Mom thought it was boring and wanted to see how quickly I could figure this out without too much prompting.
This video shows the first time I used the puzzle. As you can see, it didn’t take me long to figure out (duh!).
The next video is the third time trying out the puzzle- this time with the bones in the middle. That was a little more challenging for me, so Mom tried helping me out by giving me the “touch” command. My favorite part is the high five at the end, because I deserved it!
I’m not being paid or prompted by the manufacturer to rate this toy, so you are getting the honest truth when I give this toy a two paws up! The entire line of Nina Ottosson puzzle toys are kind of expensive, but they’re really sturdy and Mom can think of lots of other fun games she can make with this toy.
Mom was worried about me because I’ve had a sick tummy two mornings in a row and my eye looked a little swollen. What worried her the most was that I wouldn’t jump up on the couch to cuddle.
We went to the puppy doctor today and he said that he didn’t think it was anything too serious. He gave me a shot so my tummy wouldn’t feel sick and told Mom and Dad to give me Pepto Bismal tonight and tomorrow morning. The shot was nothing compared to what I heard next. NO FOOD for the rest of the day. Come on! That’s not nice! Tomorrow I get to eat rice and chicken, as long as my tummy is feeling better.
He said that my eye looks like allergies. Dad made fun of me then, saying that all I needed was a big pair of glasses and a pocket protector. How RUDE!
I’m feeling sleepy, probably because of the shot, so I’m going to have a nap now. I’m glad Mom took me to the puppy doctor because I was kind of getting tired of her constantly asking me if I was OK. She goes a little overboard with the ‘poor puppy’ stuff.
When we got home, we stopped at the mailbox and my Doggles came! Mom is more excited about them than I am. I’ll have to admit that they are pretty cool looking because they have flames on the sides, but I really don’t like them on my head. It feels funny. 
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