It’s all fun and games until those stupid cups knock over
Mom tells me that I’m a little rambunctious at night. NEWSFLASH Mom! I’m a four month old puppy!
She thinks it calms me down when she does stuff that makes me focus. I’ll let her believe what she wants to as long as treats are involved.
Have you heard of the shell game? You know, the one where someone puts something under a shell and shuffles it around- then you have to pick which shell it’s under. Well, Mom has a different version of the shell game. She uses these really NOISY plastic cups and my favorite treat du jour. I truly hate it when they fall on the hardwood floor because it’s scary noisy.
OK, so on with the show. These are just a few of the games we play with the cups:
Oh yeah, Mom and Dad think I sit funny. That’s just how I roll, so they just need to get over it.
I’m four months old and have had all my shots now, so the vet said that I’m ready to go out into the big ol’ world and see what’s up.
Mom and Dad are so funny. They took me to the park, which was cool, but then they took me to a playground where there were DOGS. Yeah, you read that right, DOGS! When Mom and Dad told me to go play with those creatures, I thought, “surely you jest”.
I mean really, play with dogs? Wow, Mom and Dad have lost their ever-lovin’ mind.
“How to have the perfect pet”, eh? I think she’s wasted her money on this book because I’m already perfect. Mom and Dad have a different idea of perfect than I do. I do have to admit that I like the way Ms. Stilwell shows people how to do tricks and keep OTHER dogs out of trouble. Mom already knew that shoving my butt down to the floor while saying “sit” wasn’t the way to do things, and she confirmed that while reading the book. Mom’s so smart!
Mom really likes Victoria Stilwell, which bodes well for me. Victoria believes in positive reinforcement training, rather than punishment. We really like watching her show together, Animal Planet’s “It’s me or the dog” because Victoria shows that ANY animal can be rehabilitated; it’s just a matter of patience. I really like watching how the bad dogs turn into good dogs by the time she’s done with them.
Of course, Mom just watches the show for entertainment value. There’s nothing about me that needs to be changed. I’m perfect, as you probably can guess.
Mom gets on streaks of craving things and will have the same thing every.single.day until she’s tired of it, or worse- the darned maker of the stuff doesn’t make it any more. That’s what happened with See’s cinnamon suckers, and now it’s personal.
I *loved* those suckers! Mom used to share them with me (I know, gross right? Licking something my mom licked?), and I loved it.
But our sharing time has come to an end because those suckers were only available for Valentine’s day. Now Mom eats Jolly Rancher cinnamon candy and is so RUDE about it. She can clearly see that I want to share, but she keeps it to herself. Rude, rude and more rude!
I hope she stocks up next Valentine’s day because I really miss sharing.
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.
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