I haven’t blogged in a while, it seems. My grandma mentioned to Mom that it’s been almost a month. Arf! That’s horrible!
I’m fine. In fact, I’m great! Dad has been using me as his own personal weight loss trainer, taking me for an hour walk every morning. Mom sometimes walks me in the evening too and always throws the ball around for me every night for about an hour. It’s great to be me!
I’m 10 months old now, and am getting more freedom than I used to. It’s about time! I get to run around upstairs without the ‘rents watching every thing that I do, and Dad even let me hang out with him in the living room to watch movies while Mom was out hanging with my aunt and cousin. Mom says that my cousin has the same color hair as me! Finally! Someone that has a family resemblance. I was beginning to wonder.
My mama’s mom (some would refer to her as my breeder) emailed my mom to say that next time they go out of town, I can stay there. Mom says that makes her really happy because she was NOT happy with that last place and neither was I. It would be great to see my mama again. I wonder if she’ll recognize me?
Awww, who am I kidding? Who could forget me, right?
Mom and Dad have been taking me for lots of car rides, even though most of the time it’s not to visit my friends at the dog park. I heard them say that they’re doing this to get me used to being a good boy in the car.
I’m NINE (and a half) months old now, so it’s probably time I get used to a lot of stuff.
Mom is even letting me sit in the car while she runs into the store on cooler days. That’s a pretty big deal for her because one of her last dogs ripped things up if she was alone. I guess that poor puppy was afraid to be alone.
After seeing this picture, I’m not surprised that Mom wasn’t eager to leave me alone. Mom decided that since I’m a good boy at home and never get into anything I’m not supposed to, she’d let me try the car by myself, only when it’s less than 70 degrees. She doesn’t want me to feel bad even if it’s for less than 10 minutes.
I really like my car seat and sit in it even if I have a choice to sit in Mom’s lap. You’ve heard me mention this before- mom won’t roll down the window because she doesn’t like getting her hair messy. She’ll roll down the window by my car seat though because heck, I don’t mind getting my hair messy. I love sticking my head out and feeling the wind slap against my ears, unless we’re going over 25 miles per hour- then I’m out.
Mom took me in the corvette the other day, because Dad had her car. She stopped at the store and left me in the car. When she came out, she noticed that she’d left the car unlocked (don’t tell Dad) and couldn’t see me when she opened the door. You should have heard her call my name. She sounded pretty scared.
Ha ha ha ha- I pulled a fast one on her. Dad has a little cover in the back of the corvette and I was pretending it was a fort. I was also getting into the cookies we’d got at the puppy store that day. What a fun time that was! I hope she forgets about this, so I can do it again.
Mom and Dad took me to visit a dog resort last week. We were just there to look around and make sure it was clean and the other guys were having fun there. I guess it was OK. They had couches and chairs for the other dogs to lay on and lots of things to do outside. The other dogs seemed friendly enough, so I was happy that they had a nice place to lay around and play. I didn’t know that we’d come back two days later for an extended stay.
That was not part of my plan AT. ALL.
I wanted NOTHING to do with the lady that took my leash from Mom when we went back to visit a second time. The lady (who frankly smelled like she’d knocked back a couple) even tried to give me treats, but there was no way I was going to let her even think I liked her. Not even a little bit. When Mom started to leave, I tried really hard to get off my leash to go with her, but she was too fast for me. Mom just left me there.
I’m still not giving mom the satisfaction of knowing how I liked the place. We’re just not talking about it.
I was SO happy when Mom and dad came to pick me up! I was sure that I’d never see them again, and based on their reaction they thought the same thing. I cried and kissed all the way home. I even threw in a couple of happy yodels just to make sure they knew that I was happy to be with them again.
But then? Mom took me straight to the laundry room and gave me a bath with that stupid lavender stuff. She couldn’t just leave it at that, either. She and Dad trimmed my nails afterward. Nice welcome home, Mom and Dad. Gheesh.
The day ended well. We played lots of rounds of tickle fights and fetch.
Today I’m back to being Mom’s co-worker. Being Mom’s co-worker is a really cushy job, but somebody’s gotta do it.
I heard mom talking on the phone to grandma today and do you know what she told her? She told her that I have a special blankie that I like to cuddle with when I miss my mama. You know how the saying goes: Telephone, telegraph, TELL MY MOM.”
Gheesh.
Well, now that the word is out, Mom made a video montage of me and my blankie today. As you can see, I’m getting a little annoyed at having the camera in my face during my special time. Can’t a guy have a few secrets? The other guys at the dog park had better never find out about this, or Mom will find a special suprise in her chair.
My dad had surgery yesterday to fix his tummy so it doesn’t hurt when I bounce on it. That’ll be great when he’s all healed because there’s nothing I like better than to jump up on dad when he’s sitting on the couch. Boing, boing, boing!
Mom and Dad left me alone the longest they’ve ever left me yesterday, almost 13 hours! Sure, I wasn’t very happy with not having any company, but I was a good sport about it. I didn’t do anything bad, so Mom gave me some hotdogs and thanked me for being a good boy.
Dad went straight upstairs after they got home and I didn’t even get to let him pet my tummy! Dad always pets my tummy when he gets home. I think it’s his favorite thing to do, so I let him do it a lot!
I hear Dad walking around upstairs, and so I go to the gate to wait for him, but he never comes down. I’m kind of confused about the whole thing and so I’m making sure that Mom knows that I’m not happy about this arrangement AT.ALL.
I sure hope I get to see him soon. I miss him very much. I also miss the tickle-fights.
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