Sunday, October 10, 2010

Have you noticed?

It’s been impossible to comment on my blog. Mom did that on purpose because she really doesn’t have much time to deal with spammers. She decided that I might just want to see what my friends think, so she’s opened the comments up to anyone (though she’s going to approve them before they post here.)

Anywhocares, Mom read my last blog post and felt sorry for me that I was so cold. We went to the puppy supply store and looked at all the sweaters. This one was the least offensive to me:

In fact, as you can see, I think I look rather distinguished. All I need is a bubble pipe and I’d be all set to rock the aristocat aristocrat look.

Mom said that she’s going to order a Sooners sweater for me to wear. Apparently we all have to represent Dad’s favorite team at our house. I’m OK with that because I’ve been told that red is my color. Does that make me a Winter?

Mom also likes the idea of a manly looking camouflage or skull and crossbones sweatshirts. I told her that the hood is a little much, until she reminded me that I don’t like going outside to potty when the sky is spitting on me. It seems to be doing that a lot lately, and I don’t like it a bit.

When Mom mentioned that she might need to knit a sweater for me because I’m so hard to fit with my manly chest, I had to draw the line. I’ve seen some of the blankets she’s knitted and they’re way too girly for me. I really don’t need even MORE people thinking I’m a girl when I go to the puppy park. I don’t understand that at all because who would name a girl Einstein? Duh!

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Brrrrrr!

Mom is getting on my nerves. She’s always hot, so she keeps the house at a 10 degrees below zero (in dog temperature). Can’t she see us shivering? Dad has accepted his fate and has been wearing sweat pants and sweat shirts (and sometimes a blanket) when he’s at home, even in the summer.

I think I’m going to give in and start wearing a sweater. IN THE HOUSE! There’s something not right about that. Actually two things:


1. Cool dogs like me don’t wear sweaters
2. If I’m shivering even though I’m wearing a built-in fur coat, the house is too cold.

I’m willing to wear a sweater, even if it’s NOT COOL, because Mom gets really cranky when she’s hot. I know you won’t believe this but, she doesn’t even like me to lay on the back of her neck when she’s hot. That’s my favorite place ESPECIALLY when she’s hot. Her neck makes a really good puppy warmer.

I’m really glad I’ve outgrown my argyle sweater, and hope that Mom has better taste in sweaters now that I’m older and more discerning of what’s hip.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Letter from camp

Mom was on a trip with her brothers last week, so I got to go to puppy day care while dad worked. My friend Ronni helped me write a letter to let her know how I was doing. Isn’t she nice? My mom really likes her a lot too!

Dear mom,


Ronni wasn’t sure if anyone was keeping you posted on my daily dog news so I traded kisses for the exchange of her writing you. I have forgiven her for grooming me and let her love me again. Lately in day camp I am loving playing with Boston terriers. I like to chase them under the slide and keep them there. I am not a fan of some of the bigger dogs. They don’t seem to care who is in their way and I do NOT appreciate being stepped on. I miss you so much and the girls here are spoiling the heck out of me to make up for the fact that you’re not here, let’s face it though, they aren’t mom.

Also, they’re very confused. They talk to the other dogs and say “moms here” but its not mom its some other lady. They’re a little confused. Well I have Bostons to chase. Can’t wait to see you mom!

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

What the heck?

There was a lot of activity in our house this weekend because Mom and Dad decided to work on our house. They were in and out of the garage a million times (in dog years) and making a lot of noise in the house. The great thing about that is they decided that we all needed a treat from Dairy Queen so we all hopped in the car and I got my very own bowl of vanilla ice cream. I liked it a LOT. Mom took it away from me before I was finished, saying something about an episode of the poopies last time she shared ice cream with me.

In case you’re wondering, this ice cream was just fine and I got to have my leftovers for two days.

Last night I totally freaked out because I noticed something new on the wall. I barked and barked at it because it didn’t belong there. Mom told me that it’s been on the wall for two days and thought it was funny that it took me so long to notice. I didn’t care how long that thing was on the wall, it didn’t belong!

Bark! Bark! BARRRRKKKKKK!

Mom decided that I needed a formal introduction to the thing on the wall, so she picked me up and let me sniff it and we played the ‘touch’ game a few times. After that, I decided that the thing can stay but I’m going to keep my eye on it.

Mom and Dad need to quit messing with the house. I like it just the way it is and I don’t like it when things are moved around or added to my space. I even get upset if Dad leaves dishes on the counter. Put those dishes in the dishwasher Dad! They don’t belong on the counter!

Bark! Bark! BARRRRKKKKKK!

Dad says that I get my OCD from Mom. I don’t know how Mom could possibly have Obsessive Compulsive Dog since she’s a human, but whatever.

Monday, September 06, 2010

I love my new toy!

Mom got me a great new toy. It looks like this:

Mom must really like our play time together because we play with my new toy every single day. Most puppies probably don’t realize what an awesome toy this is, but I caught on to it right away. When Mom moves it around it puffs out little clouds and I like to bite them. I am a master cloud biter.

We sure know how to have fun around here, don’t we?