Either Mom is really stubborn or she’s a little thick in the head. It was a nice day today so she took me to the doggy park. AGAIN. This is the third time they’ve taken me to the dog park and they just don’t get it! I’m NOT a dog!
Good grief, those creatures were running around me, over me, and under me. This is not my idea of fun. Mom kept walking off, so I took shelter wherever I could.
This nice lady had a really crazy acting Jack Russell.
This nice man had two HUGE German Shepards. Their names were Thor and Apollo. They were nice enough, but way too big for me.
The best part of the day was when we left the park and the crazy dogs. We took a walk and I found an awesome stream:
All in all, it was a pretty great day. Hopefully, one day Mom and Dad will quit taking me to that stupid dog park. I just don’t dig dogs.
Dad and Mom (mostly Dad) worked really hard at making a place for me to play and dig off leash in the back yard. We don’t have a fence, so I always have to be on a leash or lead when I play out back and either Mom or Dad are with me to make sure I don’t get into stuff that I shouldn’t.
I’m just going to say right here, Mom is sure fussy about her plants. She doesn’t like the way I prune, I guess. To each their own.
Anywayz….
Mom took a few videos of my new place and my first adventure into my swimming pool.
I’m pretty sure that Mom didn’t take the distance between the pool and the dirt into consideration, based on what she said at the end of the video clip. I guess it’s a good thing that I actually LIKE to take a bath, eh?
I give my new digs a two paws up (I’d also give it a couple of snaps if I had opposable thumbs.)
It was really nice outside, so I took Mom and Dad on a hike. Mom and I have been on this short trail before, but it was new to Dad. Boy was he surprised at how much I enjoyed the mud. It was GREAT!
Dad even found a drinking fountain for dogs, but I didn’t really need it because Mom always shares her water with me. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time we go there, for the cool factor, if for nothing else.
I thought we were done for the day after the hike, but Mom reminded Dad that I was out of my favorite treat and asked if we could stop at the pet store. Dad remembered that he needed to pick up some more stuff for my play area (wait until you see it!), so we left Dad at the hardware store and went on to the pet store.
As usual, I turned a lot of heads. I wished then, that my business cards were here so I could pass them out. I impressed a few people when Mom told them that I have my own blog.
I met a few dogs and even started to like a couple of them. “Like” being a relative term. I wasn’t about to play with them, but I did touch their nose and let them sniff me a little. I guess it wasn’t tooooooo bad.
Dad took an awfully long time at the hardware store, but that worked out in my favor. Mom found replacements for my out of shape girlfriend. Yeah, yeah, yeah…. I’m a guy- what do you expect? You’ve heard the term, “trade in a 40 for two 20’s”? Well, here’s proof of that
Twins, no less!
I’m very fussy about my nails and I don’t let mom near them with that thing she calls a nail clipper. I call it a torture device. While we were at the pet store, I had a Mani-Pedi. It wasn’t the most horrible thing that has happened to me, but it doesn’t go on my list of things I like to do. I have no idea why people think that’s so great. Whatever rocks your socks, I guess.
As an extra fun surprise, Mom and Dad bought me a pool! I guess my subtle hints of jumping in any puddle or stream of water worked. I’m getting pretty good at this. I wonder what I’ll ask for next….
I was out with Mom and Dad for almost six hours by the time we were done. That was enough for me. I was dog tired. heh heh heh, dog tired…. I kill myself.
I knew something was up when Mom turned on the TV and changed the channel to 70’s music. What was she thinking? Who likes this stuff? Disco? I’m glad that era is gone, but Mom sure seems to like it when she’s cleaning house.
You should see her dance. Good thing she didn’t take her career in that direction is all I’m going to say about that.
We have wood floors at our house (came in handy before I was potty trained), and Mom is really particular about how they look. You can imagine the mess I make after a good walk. I can never pass up a good pile of mud or puddle of water, so needless to say, Mom’s floors get kinda dirty.
Can I just say that I’d rather have dirty floors than to listen to that stupid 70’s music and listen to the vacuum cleaner? I HATE that thing, and I’m not afraid to tell it what I think of it.
I have to admit that I love messing with the mop, which drive’s Mom nuts. She uses Murphy’s Oil Soap to clean up after me and I’ll admit it does a great job. The floors look shiny (until my next walk… ::evil grin::), and the house smells great.
She also throws in a little Nature’s Miracle Stain & Odor Remover in the cleaning solution… you know… just to make sure. She used to use that stuff a LOT before I learned where to potty. You’d think by now she’d learn to trust me. Gheesh.
I’m just warning you now…. if you ever invite me to a party, leave the 70’s music out of it. That music stinks.
Geez, a pup can’t get a break from the puparazzo. You’d think that one’s sleeping time is private, but apparently Mom doesn’t.
I’ll admit it, even though it’s sorta embarrassing, this video is funny. I had no idea I snored so loud. And what’s with the eye thing? I think I need to work on closing my eyes when I sleep because that just looks super creepy.
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