Mom and Dad taught me to stay away from dangerous things when I was a little puppy. The plants and the electrical cords in the house are so dangerous that I won’t touch them or go near them even if it’s standing between me and my toy.
Mom and I were playing fetch and the ball bounced right onto the leaf of one of the plants. When that happens, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for help from Mom or Dad. I won’t fall for tricks either. Even if they tell me it’s OK to get the ball, I won’t get it. That’s THEIR job as the adults in the house. I must have been crying about this for five minutes before Mom rescued the ball. Notice my other trick at the end. I can catch balls and other stuff in mid air. SUPERSTAR!
Mom is teaching me some dance routines. I’m not sure I’m crazy about the word “twirl”. I’d prefer that she call it “spin” or something a little more manly.
Everyone knows that I’m destined to be a star. Twirling is just the start.
Do you remember when I met my brother/uncle (it’s complicated!) Harley at the dog park a few months ago? Well, his mom emailed my mom to see if we’d like to have Harley come live with us.
Mom and Dad have told me that I’m destined to be an only dog, and actually I like it that way. I’m the center of Mom and Dad’s universe most of the time, just as it should be.
I hope that Harley can find a good home. He just turned two on September 26th. We share the same papa, but his mama is my grandmama. See what I mean about complicated? If you know someone who’s looking for a guy as handsome as me, email my mom and she’ll put you in touch with Harley’s mom.
Here’s a video of me and Harley (mostly Harley, who is much bigger than me!) He is really fun to play with.
We had lots of company over for Christmas Eve and I had a great time with all of the guests. Everyone had such interesting drinks to taste!
I knew Santa was coming because Mom said he was, so when I saw all the presents under the tree, I decided that they were all mine from Santa! If I could fit it in my mouth, I’d take off with it. My mom was a real buzz kill because she’d make me give them back.
Riley came to our house and it was fun having a kid to play with. Mom thought he’d enjoy watching me run on the treadmill and she forgot that she had a rule about waiting until I go poop before I run. We all know that dogs like to poop when they go for walks or runs, and so Mom always waits until the coast is clear, so to speak, until she lets me use the treadmill.
Not this time! Boy was that a bad idea.
When you gotta go, you gotta go, right? When you’re on a treadmill going five miles per hour, you can’t jump off without getting hurt. Everyone knows that.
So, what’s a guy to do but just let ‘er fly. It took a minute for mom to realize what was going on, and then you should have heard Riley laughing. “He’s pooping!” “And it’s flying everywhere!”
I think he told that story to everyone that came to the house that night. Mom seemed a little embarrassed about it, but I’ll bet she learned her lesson.
By the way, I got to wear a festive collar for Christmas. I really liked it a lot and was mad when Mom took it off. I don’t know why I’m not allowed to wear it every day.
Mom’s been bragging about how much I love to run on the treadmill to anyone that’ll listen. I keep telling her that maybe people would take her more seriously if she had a video.
Finally, she listened! Yeah, she has the one from way back when- 2.7 mph for 10 minutes. But NOW I’m up to 20 minutes and I’m going at lightening speed.
I suggest that you turn down your volume because Mom’s voice is SUPER annoying when she gets excited. Imagine having dog ears and living with that. This is why I try not to get her too excited, but it’s awfully hard for me to not be awesome. I am Einstein, after all.
Dad came home last night! At first I wasn’t sure if my eyes were deceiving me, but the minute I got a whiff I KNEW it was Dad! I should probably be embarrassed to admit this, but I cried like a little girl and I made sure I was in Dad’s face for almost an hour. I think Dad was pretty happy to see me too.
Life is back to the way it should be. I went for walkees with Dad this morning and we waited for Mom to drag herself out of bed.
And then? We played!
Can I just say that it’s not easy playing on hard wood floors?
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