Mom and Dad got me this Crazy Dog Bumble Ball when I was really little. At first, I was really afraid of it, but now I show it who’s boss.
Mom’s learned not to leave me alone with it though, because I’ve started taking it apart. Of COURSE I started taking it apart… my name is Einstein. Gheesh, what does she expect? I would like to mention that the instructions told her not to leave me alone with it. I sure hope she pays better attention to the instructions about not having a toaster in her bathtub.
Here are more pictures of my Bumble ball in my stash of stuff:
Man… now that I look at it, I have a lot of toys. Guilty as charged.
Today is my 7 week birthday and I’m doing very well with potty training. I’ve only had one accident in two days. I’m sure that it’s Mom’s fault.
Mom’s been sleeping with me downstairs since they brought me home. I guess she got tired of it because she bought a really big cage (with a top) that’s big enough for my crate, a wee wee pad, and a play area fit in. She waits until my last potty and burst of energy of the night and put’s me in there at about midnight or 1am. If I had one wish though, it would be that Mom would put.me.down already. Gheesh, this woman wants to hold me 24/7.
I’m not crazy about this set up and let Mom and Dad know. I holler my little head off, but stop and sleep for a couple hours before starting all over with the poor pitiful me routine. Dad is wearing earplugs and Mom just sleeps right though it. I’ve heard she can sleep through anything. I really don’t hate the cage. that’s where my water and wee wee pad is during the day and I go in and out all day.
I’m proud to announce that I’ve mastered fetch and am today learning “sit”. I’m sort of getting it, but usually just park my little butt for only a split second. It gets me the treat, and that’s my goal.
Mom and Dad think I’m Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde because I’m so good during the day, but at night I go to crazy town. Mom’s starting to put me in time out (less than two minutes) in my crate when I do that because I really go CRAZY. I don’t hate it too much because I have my bed, food and water in there. Oh, and a toy or two.
I’ve got news for them if they think THIS is crazy town.
Geez, I know I’m cute and everything, but the puparazzo is keeping me from my beauty sleep. I’m only six weeks old and I NEED MY SLEEP! If it’s not the video camera, it’s the regular camera (and boy does that thing have a flash). Put it away, already.
Oh well, since Mom already has the video, I might as well share it here for posterity.
And here I am playing a little and then making my bed comfie. That’s a lot of work, you know…Especially the jumping in part. My legs are awfully short!
And if that’s not enough for you, here are some still shots:
See what I mean? I’m going to ‘take care’ of that camera one of these days.
It was a sad day for me today because strange people took my two sisters. When Mom and Dad came, there were only three of us boys left.
I wasn’t very sure about Mom and Dad when they were looking us over. Mom mentioned something about wanting a girl, but thankfully she had an open mind. I think Dad had his eye on my brothers who were MUCH more eager to meet Mom and Dad than I was. I thought if I stayed in the background, doing my own thing, then they wouldn’t notice me and take me away from my mama.
But mom kept looking at me and she seemed cool enough, so I decided to check her out. I guess I couldn’t hide my charm and good looks very well, because Mom decided that they wanted to take me to their home.
What a trip! My first car ride, and new home all in the same day.
Mom played puparazzo for a while, which kind of got on my nerves after about a minute.
I guess this place will be cool enough, but I sure miss my mama and brothers and sisters.
Favorite toys: My pink poodle with the bikini (hey, I’m a boy!), bumble ball, mom’s hand (and boy does she have a mouth like a sailor when I ‘accidentally’ bite her.)
Tricks: Puh-lease, I know all the standards. I can even do tricks by hand signal only.
Secret obsession: Mom’s hand lotion. I don’t know what it is about her hand lotion but as soon as I see her putting it on, I come running. Man, I love that stuff!
Oh- and last, but not least for you curious folks (::ahem:: Aunt Heidi), the “P” in Einstein P. Williams stands for Pez, but that’s for another story….I’ll leave that one up to your imagination.
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