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?
Mom likes to make me wait for stuff, telling me that it builds character or some such nonsense. I’ll let her think what she wants as long as I get a cookie out of it.
Next, you get to see what I put up with. We like to play a game where Mom asks me where one of my toys is; I’ll look around for it and then usually find it and bring it to her. I can usually identify most of my toys, which makes mom go nuts with the clapping and the treats. Well, that’s all fine and good until Mom asks, “Where’s Dad?”
That was low! Mom stopped recording once she could see that I was looking in earnest for Dad. I decided to twist the knife a little more and stand by the door acting like I was waiting for Dad to walk in the door. Mom took the bait, and I got an extra cookie for my performance.
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