If you’ll recall, Mom promised to never clip my nails again after the bloody massacre. She had her knickers in a twist because I had two clipped nails and the rest looked like miniature talons. Her friend Jeff came to the rescue and said that she should try the PediPaw on me. Mom was a little unsure about this idea because I really hate having my feet touched (it tickles!), but decided to try it anyway.
We played high five with it while it was off and then while it was on. I really liked that game because every time I gave the pedipaw a high five, I got a treat. Little effort- big reward. Just the way I like it.
Mom was able to grind all 8 of my nails, without any bloodshed. Sure, I didn’t like her pulling at my paws, but she can be bossy and I tend to let her do what she wants when she gets that way. Seriously, she’d make a great military sergeant.
Jeff also recommended the Furminator. Mom thinks that’s the bomb diggity because I don’t shed anymore as long as she combs me a couple times a week, and I think it’s great fun to try to get the fur after she’s pulled it off the comb. We sure play fun games. Mom’s swell.
Thanks Jeff for the hat tip! I’m looking even more handsome than before. I didn’t think that was possible.
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!
Mom and Dad take turns taking me for walks at least once a day. Yeah, I know, I’m spoiled but it’s not my fault that I’m so cute.
I’ve noticed a trend. When Dad walks me, he walks really fast and I don’t get much of a chance to play in the mud. When Mom walks me, we stop and smell the roses (and all other things that happen to tickle my sniffer).
It was raining a lot yesterday, so there were lots of big puddles of water and mud to play in all along the way. We walked for just over two miles and here are only a few of the mud and water puddles I found along the way today:
Ya know what? I’ve decided today that I live in a really great neighborhood. Where else can a guy walk in the middle of the street and not worry about getting run over?
When we got home, Mom and I wrestled with the towel for a while (fun!) and viola! I no longer smelled like lavender. Mission accomplished.
Oh, I almost forgot! The guy with the brown truck came by and gave me a present! I *love* it when he comes to our house! Anyway, this hedgehog does all kinds of stuff. It squeaks, rattles and grunts. It’s my new favorite toy.
There are days that I hope Mom and Dad stay home with me every single day because when they’re at home, I get to go places (unless it’s raining, they’re not THAT nice) and when we’re home, I play with them every minute that I’m not sleeping.
Mom got me this Outward Hound Elevated Car Booster Seat to sit in when we go bye-bye. Mom loves it because it keeps me from trying to drive the car, and it keeps the car clean after I’ve been playing in the water and dirt (which is every time we go out.) I like it because I can sit up high and look out the window. Mom also has a few toys in there in case there aren’t enough cars or dogs to keep me entertained.
Anyway, Mom and Dad took me back to the dog park. This time I got to thinking that the dogs weren’t that bad, so I let them sniff me and paw at me. That was, until this kid came along and scared me. After that, I mainly followed Dad around and played fetch with Mom. Have you heard the term about carrying a big stick? Well, it’s half-way true. I have the carry a big stick part right, but Dad will tell you that I don’t walk softly, especially when I’m walking up his belly to his shoulder.
My favorite part was playing in the water. I just love the water, and jump in any chance I get. While Mom thinks that’s really funny at the dog park, she’s not so entertained when I run to my pool at night when she’s taking me potty. I hear that President Obama has a water dog. That dog has nothing on me…
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.
. 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. 
, 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.
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