Today is my birthday, and I’m two years old. Mom ordered some new sweatshirts that haven’t arrived yet, got me two new Kong toys, a puzzle toy and made me a home-made birthday cake! As you can tell, Mom is more concerned with flavor than how things look. At least she put it on a silver platter.
Doesn’t it look delishious? Here’s the recipe!
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 cup peanut butter
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1 tsp vanilla
1/3 cup honey
1 egg
She baked it in large muffin tins at 325 for 30 minutes.
I’ll bet you’d like to know what’s on the top, right?
Cottage cheese
Three different kinds of my favorite cookies
Liver flavored Kong stuffing
Topped with chicken strips for candles
Here I am waiting patiently for Mom to say it’s OK to eat my cake
And here I am digging in!
This puzzle toy was really easy for me to figure out, of course.
And to top it off, I got a massage from Dad. You’ll have to turn your head sideways to watch.
All in all, I’d say it was a pretty darned good birthday, except for the part when I got tuna in my eye. That’s a story for another day.
Mom took me to the puppy park after she finished work today. I was so excited to go, because I love it there. I had fun playing with a four month old doberman and a brown labrador. They left and in came a miniature pinscher and a rat terrior. We had SO much fun chasing each other!
But then a HUGE black poodle had to ruin my fun by getting in my face. I let her know that I didn’t appreciate that, but she didn’t care. Thankfully, a husky came in and and she left me to go play with the other dog. That didn’t last very long because the poodle came back and jumped on me and rolled me. That made me scream and cry, so Mom came and pulled that poodle off of me and walked with me to the other side of the park. She told me that we wouldn’t leave until I had a chance to play and have fun again.
I didn’t want to play anymore, even when the min pin tried to cheer me up.
Next thing I knew, the poodle came back to pick on me again and she brought the husky with her. I tried to run away, but they rolled me on to the ground and kept jumping on me. Mom pulled them both off of me and guarded me while we tried to leave the park. The poodle kept biting me all the way to the gate, even though Mom kept pushing her off me. The poodle’s mom didn’t do anything to help, which made Mom really MAD.
I was so scared even after we got out of the park, that I didn’t even want to go swimming!
I think Mom is still sad this happened to me and has been giving me special play time and treats all night. She told me that next time a dog tries to get in my face after I’ve warned them not to, she’ll take me out of the park to do something else.
Mom is hoping that I won’t be afraid to play with big dogs after this. Me too.
I took Mom for a walk in the leaves today. I found LOTS of mud to splash in and a got really dirty. Since it’s Ronni’s day off, Mom gave me a bath. I hopped in the tub like a good boy, stayed still while Mom lathered me up and then sat like a little gent while Mom blow dried my thick hair for almost 30 minutes. Mom sprayed some stuff on me afterward that made me sneeze. NOT COOL!
Mom kept telling me what a good boy I was, but it was easy to be good because I love spa day!
Even better, Mom put some peanut butter in my kong for a treat afterward and snuggled with me in my favorite hoodie and blanket.
I’m marking this day on my calendar as a GREAT day!
Mom took me to the puppy park today because the sky stopped crying for a while. The puppy park was super muddy, which means that Mom wasn’t going to have clean pants for long. She tells me that she’s a mud and slobber magnet.
I was having a good time playing with a black lab, when I saw Cody the husky and his dad, Dennis come in. I really like Dennis and am always happy to see him, but I’m not very fond of Cody. Nothing against Cody, as he’s always been nice to me. I just don’t dig huskies.
Not long after Cody came to the park, a lady and her pit bull came in. I don’t normally have a problem with pit bulls, but I decided that I didn’t want to be this guy’s friend. I didn’t like his mom either, and let her know. Mom told me that I had bad manners and tried to get me to stop barking at the lady, but there was something about her that bugged me. Mom took me to the other side of the dog park to keep me quiet.
I’m glad she did because that dog got into a big fight with Cody. Cody’s dad separated them and then laid on top of Cody to protect him, which I thought was really cool. What wasn’t cool was what happened next. The lady I didn’t like started kicking her dog and hitting him on the head. Now Mom knows why I didn’t like the lady.
The lady put her dog on a leash and stayed in the park. Every time Cody would come close her dog would lunge at him, and then she whipped him with his leash and kicked him some more. She also used a lot of words that Mom says are very rude. Mom told the lady that she shouldn’t hit her dog, but the lady said that it shows her dog who is the boss. I think it just shows that she’s a mean lady.
Finally the lady left. She mentioned that her dog has been bitten by four dogs this year, but he never starts it. I think the lady needs to go in the corner until she understands that she AND her dog are causing this to happen.
Mom told Dad tonight that every time I have this reaction to someone in the dog park, she later sees why I don’t like that person. Too bad Mom doesn’t have my mad skillz at figuring out who’s bad and who’s nice. It’s a handy time-saver. No need to waste time on mean people, when there are so many nice people in this world, right?
I now have proof that Mom has lost her ever-lovin’ mind. I know that most of the family probably figured this out a long time ago, but I like to cut her some slack since she’s the one who takes care of my every need (cookies, food, potty, cookies, puppy park, cookies, sweaters, cookies, etc.) Mom took me back to THAT AWFUL PLACE that scared me when I was a puppy. You’d think Mom would have been a little more thoughtful of me when she figured out where the puppy agility class was being held. She should have seen the sign and turned our big black car around and headed right back home.
I wasn’t going to take any chances that Mom might leave me there. She has the blisters on her hands to prove it, and I’ll bet her butt will be awfully sore from falling on it so many times tonight. (I’m laughing just thinking about it! She looked so funny laying on the ground in the mud!)
You’re probably wondering why Mom made me stay, right? So was I. I’m not afraid of very many things, so you’d think she’d pay attention to me when I tell her in no uncertain terms that I am FREAKED OUT. She tried coaxing me with cookies, but I didn’t want them. There were a couple of other puppies there that looked like they were having a good time. Obviously they didn’t know the danger lurking around the corner. I wanted to tell them to run for their lives, but nobody wanted to pay attention to me. Mom called me a drama queen, which really put a kink in my street cred.
After about 20 minutes of complete terror, I decided that the teacher had really good cookies and that she was all right. I had a great time once I figured out that I was there to have fun and eat cookies. I went through hoops, and ran up and down this really high board and even got on a teeter-totter (I wasn’t too crazy about that, frankly). I got to go swimming even! I wasn’t paying attention when the teacher told me that was the big drinking bowl. It looked just like my swimmin’ pool so I went for a dip.
Mom says that we’re going to go back next week. Part of me wants to pretend that I’m afraid again because it is awfully fun watching Mom fall down. On the other hand, I like the idea of eating cookies and doing fun stuff for an hour.
Mom will get pictures next week if she can stay on her feet long enough. (snicker)
At least she put it on a silver platter. 
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