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.
There are days that I hope Mom and Dad stay home with me every single day because when they’re at home, I get to go places (unless it’s raining, they’re not THAT nice) and when we’re home, I play with them every minute that I’m not sleeping.
Mom got me this Outward Hound Elevated Car Booster Seat to sit in when we go bye-bye. Mom loves it because it keeps me from trying to drive the car, and it keeps the car clean after I’ve been playing in the water and dirt (which is every time we go out.) I like it because I can sit up high and look out the window. Mom also has a few toys in there in case there aren’t enough cars or dogs to keep me entertained.
Anyway, Mom and Dad took me back to the dog park. This time I got to thinking that the dogs weren’t that bad, so I let them sniff me and paw at me. That was, until this kid came along and scared me. After that, I mainly followed Dad around and played fetch with Mom. Have you heard the term about carrying a big stick? Well, it’s half-way true. I have the carry a big stick part right, but Dad will tell you that I don’t walk softly, especially when I’m walking up his belly to his shoulder.
My favorite part was playing in the water. I just love the water, and jump in any chance I get. While Mom thinks that’s really funny at the dog park, she’s not so entertained when I run to my pool at night when she’s taking me potty. I hear that President Obama has a water dog. That dog has nothing on me…
I knew something was up when Mom turned on the TV and changed the channel to 70’s music. What was she thinking? Who likes this stuff? Disco? I’m glad that era is gone, but Mom sure seems to like it when she’s cleaning house.
You should see her dance. Good thing she didn’t take her career in that direction is all I’m going to say about that.
We have wood floors at our house (came in handy before I was potty trained), and Mom is really particular about how they look. You can imagine the mess I make after a good walk. I can never pass up a good pile of mud or puddle of water, so needless to say, Mom’s floors get kinda dirty.
Can I just say that I’d rather have dirty floors than to listen to that stupid 70’s music and listen to the vacuum cleaner? I HATE that thing, and I’m not afraid to tell it what I think of it.
I have to admit that I love messing with the mop, which drive’s Mom nuts. She uses Murphy’s Oil Soap to clean up after me and I’ll admit it does a great job. The floors look shiny (until my next walk… ::evil grin::), and the house smells great.
She also throws in a little Nature’s Miracle Stain & Odor Remover in the cleaning solution… you know… just to make sure. She used to use that stuff a LOT before I learned where to potty. You’d think by now she’d learn to trust me. Gheesh.
I’m just warning you now…. if you ever invite me to a party, leave the 70’s music out of it. That music stinks.
Have you watched National Geographic’s Dog Town? If not, you really should if you’re an animal lover. I watch this show with Mom after Dad goes to bed. It’s our special time together.
Dad didn’t believe Mom when she told him that I really do watch this show, so she took a video to prove it.
At first, the show seems kinda sad because it’s about puppies and dogs that have been abused, neglected, or abandoned. But by the end of the show, I’m always happy because the people on the show work really hard to socialize the dogs and do whatever medical treatment is necessary. They usually show the new homes the dogs go to and how happy they are with their new family.
It makes me sad that there are dogs out there living lives that aren’t as great as mine. My grandma and grandpa taught Mom how important it is to make animals a part of your family. Mom will admit to abusing her first kitty, Sam, by dressing him in her doll clothes and bonnets and making him play baby. You can bet your last dollar that Mom would NEVER get away with that sort of thing with me!
Mom tells me that Uncle Michael has told her that when he dies, he wants to come back as a dog in this family. Can’t say that I blame him. I have a pretty good gig here.
“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.
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