Mom is still off her foot. She told me that the surgery was more extensive than the foot surgeon originally thought, so she’s not healing as quickly as *I* would like. I miss going to the puppy park, darnit! It’s been raining a lot here in the rainy state of Washington- so I’ll cut her some slack because I don’t like playing in the rain.
Mom can’t even drive, so car rides are out too. Thank goodness Dad takes me for an hour run every morning, or I’d be one big ol’ crabby puggle.
I don’t know what Mom’s deal is, but she gets a little crazy when I lay on the same pillow as her foot. Hey, as far as I can tell- there is room for both of us, but Mom doesn’t see it that way. Eventually, I end up taking up the whole pillow and Mom’s foot is off to the side- but that’s her idea, not mine. I’m more than willing to cuddle with her foot.
Dad’s been on a business trip for the last couple of days and comes home tonight! I really miss Dad when he’s gone because he lets me play rough with him. He also lets me get away with WAY more stuff than Mom does. Mom’s a real buzz kill sometimes. She acts like it’s her job or something.
The sun is starting to peek through the clouds, so I’d better get off this computer and start whining by the door.
Apparently Mom and Dad’s DVR is empty, so Dad’s been in the living room watching his ‘guy’ shows while Mom is watching her ‘girl’ shows. Dad calls Mom’s shows trashy, but Mom says that Dad just doesn’t appreciate the entertainment factor of reality shows.
Anywoof…. when Dad is in the living room, I’m allowed to wander around wherever I want to go as long as the upstairs bedroom doors are shut. For some reason, Mom gets upset when I play with her sock monkey slippers or any of her shoes for that matter- so they shut the door to the bedroom.
Dad forgot the ‘shut the bedroom’ rules and so I took advantage of that as soon as the coast was clear. I decided to check out the bath tub before playing with Mom’s shoes and ended up getting stuck in the tub. Mom’s bath tub has stairs that go up to the tub, but no stairs going out of the tub and I didn’t really think about that before getting in the tub.
I don’t know how long I was in the tub, but it seemed like weeks. I suppose if you factor in ‘dog years’, it probably was weeks. Finally, I heard Mom ask Dad where I was (she probably felt like playing fetch and I wasn’t there to play with her) and so I knew I was going to be rescued soon. Mom and Dad found me in Mom’s tub and they laughed at me! How RUDE!
They asked me to get out of the tub and I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried, so they laughed some more. Finally, Mom picked me up out of the tub and I ran downstairs without any bribes of chicken strips.
Here’s a tip- if you ever want me to do something, just offer me cheese or a chicken strip. I’ll be a little circus monkey for cheese or chicken strips.
I think I’ve learned my lesson about chillaxin’ in the tub and I’m so glad that Mom misses me when I’m not around to play with her.
Mom just called me “Sir Shed-a-Lot”. I’m part pug, what does she expect?
Mom is getting every single puppy hair out of the house, it seems, so the house is as close to sterile as possible before she has surgery tomorrow on her foot. Mom was told to be super careful with her foot because they’re operating on bone and if it gets infected, she’d be one unhappy camper. Nobody wants to be around Mom when she’s an unhappy camper. Trust me. I’m going to do my best to not shed for a while.
Yeah, like THAT’s gonna happen.
Mom is pulling out all of the cushions on all of the couches and chairs and vacuuming EVERYTHING. She’s letting the robot vacuum (she named it “Little Buddy”) run around the house, after she’s vacuumed with the REAL vacuum. I think Mom is a little OCD, but so am I so who am I to judge?
Mom told me she’s found enough hair to create a new puppy, but I’m pretty sure she’s exaggerating. She tends to do that, you know. But if she’s not exaggerating, I hope that the new puppy is fun to play with. He’ll certainly be rockin’ the awesome hair.
Mom takes me to puppy day camp every other week while the cleaning ladies hide my toys clean the house. She says that after her foot surgeon gives her the go-ahead (probably not until July) we’ll go hiking or something, but until then I get to spend a few hours with other puppies.
Mom’s noticed something about me. After I’ve been somewhere a few times, I act like I own the place. This means that if I don’t like or know someone ‘in my place’ they hear about it. In my head, it goes something like this:
Me (Einstein P. Williams): Did I invite you here? Stranger: No Me (Einstein P. Williams): BARK BARK BARK!!!!!
Me (Einstein P. Williams): Are you looking at me without my permission? Stranger: Yes, because you’re the most awesome looking dog I’ve ever seen. Me (Einstein P. Williams): BARK BARK BARK!!!!!
Here’s your warning. If you’re in PetsMart and see the most handsome puggle in Washington State, do not look at me and for heaven’s sake- stay out of my aisle!
I caught mom watching me in the window while I was following the nice girl around the room. She noticed that I wasn’t playing with the other puppies. Instead, I followed the nice girl wherever she went. If she cleaned the windows, I was there to inspect her work. When she mopped the floor, I made sure I could see my reflection. I have to tell you that following cute girls around all day is exhausting. I can’t imagine what it would be like if I actually played with another dog.
Mom asked one of the nice girls that works at puppy camp about why I wasn’t playing- because I ALWAYS play at the puppy park. She said that it takes some time for puppies to warm up to the idea of playing with other puppies without the watchful eye of their mom or dad. Until then, I’ll just help the cute girl clean MY place. She’s doing a great job. I think I’ll give her a raise.
Mom and I like to play the clam shell game. Mom hides a cookie underneath a bone and asks me “which one?” It’s my job to touch the bone where I think the cookie is hidden. Sometimes I’m not very careful and the bone goes sliding all over the floor. Mom has to remind me to be gentle many times during the game.
Sometimes, the trick’s on her. When she’s not looking, I’ll grab the bone with my mouth and take off with it. Do you know why I do that? Because Mom has invented a new game called “trade”. Usually if I have something she wants, she’ll trade me for something I want, like a piece of chicken or cheese. I know how to work the system. Muah ha ha ha ha ha
<- that's my best attempt at an evil laugh.
Mom thought that my friends would enjoy watching me play the game. As you can see, she needs more hands if she’s going to take a video of our game. Maybe we’ll rope Dad into helping us out so we can get a better video.
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