Mom was talking with one of her clients today who asked how the baby was doing. Mom said that I was potty trained, and went on and on about it.
It was then that the client said, “and, how about the newborn”; meaning my new human cousin. It was her polite way of saying, “Hellooooooo, baby= human!”
Wow, Mom is a little Einstein-centric.
Of course, that’s how I like it.
Mom has been cheating when it comes to potty training.
I wasn’t quite six weeks when I first came to live with Mom and Dad. It was really cold outside and Mom was too lazy to get didn’t feel like getting up in the middle of the night to take me outside to go potty. Besides, I was so short that Mom couldn’t tell if I was going potty or not and it was cooooooollllllllllld outside.
First she tried potty pads, but I just played with them and ripped them up. Next, she used this Floor Protection Tray
At night, they put it in the kitchen where my doggie bed was. I was usually pretty good about going on it during the night, but hey it was dark and I missed a few times.
When I got a little older, they got me a UGODOG Indoor Dog Potty
This thing was great. They bought some cheap shop towels from Costco to put underneath the grate and changed them out a couple times a day. That was WAY cheaper than using potty pads and they felt good about not adding potty pads to the landfill.
Mom and Dad left it inside the house, behind the couch. Every time I’d go potty on my dog potty, they told me what a great kid I was. They also took me outside to go potty and I usually pottied on command like a champ. Well, unless something caught my eye. Then I’d forget what I was supposed to be doing.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve pottied outside more than inside, so Mom took away my crutch Dog Potty and guess what? I’ve been accident free for three days! Mom is starting to trust me that I’ll ask when I need to go out and that’s working great. Dad still doesn’t trust me, so he takes me outside every time I wander behind the couch where my Dog Potty use to be. He’s getting his exercise, that’s for sure.
Mom doesn’t even put my dog potty in the kitchen at night anymore and I’ve held it all night long. I don’t know why she was so shocked. I’m almost six months old for Pete’s sake.
Sorry I’ve been holding out on you. I was sort of embarrassed that I wasn’t really potty trained, but now I am proud to say I’m a card carrying, going outside to potty guy!
Why hasn’t anyone shared with me the wonders of deer poop yet? That stuff is ‘da bomb diggity when it comes to smells.
I was off leash last night going potty and went a little farther than I usually do. Much to my delight, I found a big pile of deer poop. Rolling in that stuff was nirvana.
Mom figured out that I was up to no good because I was gone from her side for more than my usual two minutes. When she called me, there was no hiding the fact that I’d been rolling in the poop. I had enough spots to qualify me for dalmatian status.
Too bad Mom’s priority was washing off the poop, rather than taking pictures. I sure would have loved to have photographic evidence of such a good time.
Oh well, maybe next time.
(and you can bet there will be a next time… oh yeah…)
I’m dictating this to Mom right now because I’m busy with a big marrow bone that Mom got from the butcher. She’s the BEST!
Einstein’s Mom butting in here: Never give your dog cooked bones. Even beef bones! They splinter easily and could lodge in your puppy’s stomach. Einstein’s Mom over and out.
Mom and I spent most of the day together because, for once, it was really nice outside. First stop was to PetSmart. I wasn’t crazy about the part where I had to get my nails clipped, and I made sure that everyone knew it. It took TWO people to clip my nails; one to hold me down and the other to clip. That’ll teach ‘em. Mom gave more in a tip than it cost to get my nails done. I feel kind of guilty now. 
After that, we wandered around the store and picked out a few things. I got a new harness for when I go for walks, and a new treat ball to keep me busy when Mom and Dad want me out of their hair. A nice lady had some samples of cookies, so we tried one. It was made of apples and something else, and I really liked it. The lady really liked me and gave me a couple more cookies while she petted me. ::sigh:: She knows how to steal my heart.
That’s not the end of it! After PetSmart, we went for more bye-bye’s and ended up at the dog park. Yeah, you read that right- we went to the dog park again. Mom is sooooooooo stubborn. I like it there when the dogs leave me alone, because there’s a fun stream to play in. Another dog named Bella had the nerve to play in MY stream. I gave her the what for until she started heading toward me. Bella is a big dog, probably weighing 150 lbs, but Mom sure liked her.
We played fetch and I let a few dogs sniff at me. I’m starting to think that dogs might not be all THAT bad. I actually wagged my tail a couple of times when a cute little wiener dog came to say hi. She wasn’t so bad, I guess. Her mom was pretty cool too.
Some of the peeps at the dog park are getting to know me and even call me by name. I guess that’s to be expected, being that I’m such a handsome guy and all.
See ya later! I need to give my FULL attention to the bone Mom got me. Nom Nom Nom
Mom and Dad take turns taking me for walks at least once a day. Yeah, I know, I’m spoiled but it’s not my fault that I’m so cute.
I’ve noticed a trend. When Dad walks me, he walks really fast and I don’t get much of a chance to play in the mud. When Mom walks me, we stop and smell the roses (and all other things that happen to tickle my sniffer).
It was raining a lot yesterday, so there were lots of big puddles of water and mud to play in all along the way. We walked for just over two miles and here are only a few of the mud and water puddles I found along the way today:
Ya know what? I’ve decided today that I live in a really great neighborhood. Where else can a guy walk in the middle of the street and not worry about getting run over?
When we got home, Mom and I wrestled with the towel for a while (fun!) and viola! I no longer smelled like lavender. Mission accomplished.
Oh, I almost forgot! The guy with the brown truck came by and gave me a present! I *love* it when he comes to our house! Anyway, this hedgehog does all kinds of stuff. It squeaks, rattles and grunts. It’s my new favorite toy.
Not a bad day, if you ask me. I’m pooped.
I’m just a cool puggle living with Mom (who thinks she’s a puparazzo) and Dad.
I get attention everywhere I go, so thought I’d start my own blog. It’s what the cool kids are doing, right?
I even have my own business cards and Facebook account!! Yeah, I know… it’s a bit over the top, but hey- that’s just how I roll.
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