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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Oh man, do I have NEWS!
Mom’s been fighting with Vista, so it’s been a while since I’ve updated. You know how that goes… if Mom ain’t happy… Oh wait- that’s not it.
Anyway I have so many things to share with you!
Lessee…..
Mom’s been taking me to the dog park every day that isn’t raining. You’d think that since it’s almost June, we’d be there every day. Well, we live in Seattle so I don’t think I need to say any more about that.
With each visit, I’ve warmed up a little more to the people and dogs in the park. There are a group of us who just like to hang out with our moms and dads. Our job is to make sure that each mom and dad gets a visit from each of us. That’s pretty much all we do.. well except for Kiley the Jack Russell Terrier. She just runs around barking at us trying to get us to chase her. Good luck with that Kiley.
Two days ago, I took a fancy to a little Lhasa Apso and decided that she was alright, so I barked at her and put my butt in the air and wiggled it. She took the hint and pawed at me and we took it from there. We chased each other a little bit until this big dog decided to get in on the action. Grrrr, is all I have to say about that.
All the moms and dads cheered me on and told me what a big boy I was after that. Yeah, that’s right. I’m pretty much the bomb diggity at the dog park and everyone knows it. All eyes are on ME all the time.
Today was a big day. It started out with a nice big roll in the deer poop. I had so much deer poop on me that Mom refused to wash me in the sink, meaning I had an outside bath with the hose today. That was AWESOME! I want to roll in deer poop again just so I can play with the hose. Who knew that green thing had water in it?
Mom took my lavender-smelling self to the dog park and I chillaxed with the other guys as usual and suddenly I saw a small person. Somehow he knew that I really liked sticks so he became me new best friend. We chased each other all over the dog park and I was really sad to see him leave. He was cool for a small person. Right after he left, a white Scottie dog came in the park and I lost my mind for a minute and chased him. I remembered really quickly that I don’t play with dogs and that was that.
The best part of the day was when we were leaving the dog park. I caught Mom off guard and she accidentally dropped my leash. I took that as a sign that it was time to walk myself. I think I enjoyed it way more than Mom did, although I saw her laugh a few times. She thought it was funny that I was carrying my own leash when I was running away from her. I’m going to try that again. I like making Mom laugh.
When we got home, Mom showed me something that Grandma and Grandpa sent me in the mail. Grandma calls it my “image maker” and it’s super cool. That’s all I’m going to say about that for now. You’ll just have to wait for the pictures!
Yep, it’s been a great day. I can’t wait for tomorrow, and I don’t even care what Mom has planned. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s going to be fun. Every day is a fun new adventure for me.
Posted by Einstein on 05/21 at 09:04 PM
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Rain, rain go away
...‘cause Mom doesn’t like the way I play.
I’ve decided to show Mom that she can no longer be a fair weathered walker. Nope. If I don’t get my walks, Mom says I turn into Mr. Hyde.
Wouldn’t you if you were cooped up all day?
Last night, Mom and Dad were getting a little frustrated with me because I rang the bell on the door about five minutes after being let out the last time. No, I didn’t need to go potty each time I rang- I just wanted to play in the rain and play in the mud. Sometimes Mom would ignore me, so I rang the bell with even more action. She’s such a sponge. She fell for it almost every time because she was sure that the bell-ringing drama must mean something.
Mom finally took the bell off the door, but I did hear her laugh about it a few times. Dad wasn’t as easily amused. 
It’s raining again today, so Mom put on a hoodie and we went for a walk in the rain. She wasn’t as slow as usual, but that’s OK because I still managed to find lots of mud and puddles to play in along the way.
My favorite part is the towel game that we play when I’m all wet. Mom pretends she’s a bull fighter and I play the ‘biting’ bull.
Hey- I don’t have horns, so I gotta use what the man upstairs gave me- TEETH!
At the end, she throws down the towel and tempts me to dry myself by showing me my favorite treat *du joir. Man, that’s fun.
Now I’m on the couch next to mom, smelling like a wet dog should, gnawing on my bone. It doesn’t get much better than this.
*I say du jour because what I REALLY liked yesterday, I might not like today. I let mom know by spitting it out or pushing it away with my nose. Clever, eh?
Posted by Einstein on 05/14 at 12:20 PM
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Mom’s so crazy!
Mom was talking with one of her clients today who asked how the baby was doing. Mom said that I was potty trained, and went on and on about it.
It was then that the client said, “and, how about the newborn”; meaning my new human cousin. It was her polite way of saying, “Hellooooooo, baby= human!”
Wow, Mom is a little Einstein-centric.
Of course, that’s how I like it.
Posted by Einstein on 05/13 at 10:17 AM
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I’ve been hiding an ugly secret
Mom has been cheating when it comes to potty training.
I wasn’t quite six weeks when I first came to live with Mom and Dad. It was really cold outside and Mom was too lazy to get didn’t feel like getting up in the middle of the night to take me outside to go potty. Besides, I was so short that Mom couldn’t tell if I was going potty or not and it was cooooooollllllllllld outside.
First she tried potty pads, but I just played with them and ripped them up. Next, she used this Floor Protection Tray
. That worked out much better because there were no edges to tempt me. When Mom and Dad were awake, they kept it in the garage and took me out every half hour and told me to potty on it. I usually did, even if it was just for show.
At night, they put it in the kitchen where my doggie bed was. I was usually pretty good about going on it during the night, but hey it was dark and I missed a few times.
When I got a little older, they got me a UGODOG Indoor Dog Potty
, because I was tracking potty over the floor after I’d go. This thing has grates on the top, which kept me from tracking wee wee all over the floor after I’d go potty.
This thing was great. They bought some cheap shop towels from Costco to put underneath the grate and changed them out a couple times a day. That was WAY cheaper than using potty pads and they felt good about not adding potty pads to the landfill.
Mom and Dad left it inside the house, behind the couch. Every time I’d go potty on my dog potty, they told me what a great kid I was. They also took me outside to go potty and I usually pottied on command like a champ. Well, unless something caught my eye. Then I’d forget what I was supposed to be doing.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve pottied outside more than inside, so Mom took away my crutch Dog Potty and guess what? I’ve been accident free for three days! Mom is starting to trust me that I’ll ask when I need to go out and that’s working great. Dad still doesn’t trust me, so he takes me outside every time I wander behind the couch where my Dog Potty use to be. He’s getting his exercise, that’s for sure.
Mom doesn’t even put my dog potty in the kitchen at night anymore and I’ve held it all night long. I don’t know why she was so shocked. I’m almost six months old for Pete’s sake.
Sorry I’ve been holding out on you. I was sort of embarrassed that I wasn’t really potty trained, but now I am proud to say I’m a card carrying, going outside to potty guy!
Posted by Einstein on 05/12 at 09:27 AM
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Deer poop rocks my socks!
Why hasn’t anyone shared with me the wonders of deer poop yet? That stuff is ‘da bomb diggity when it comes to smells.
I was off leash last night going potty and went a little farther than I usually do. Much to my delight, I found a big pile of deer poop. Rolling in that stuff was nirvana.
Mom figured out that I was up to no good because I was gone from her side for more than my usual two minutes. When she called me, there was no hiding the fact that I’d been rolling in the poop. I had enough spots to qualify me for dalmatian status.
Too bad Mom’s priority was washing off the poop, rather than taking pictures. I sure would have loved to have photographic evidence of such a good time.
Oh well, maybe next time.
(and you can bet there will be a next time… oh yeah…)
Posted by Einstein on 05/11 at 11:21 AM
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