Saturday, October 31, 2009

A guy’s gotta stay trim for the ladies, right?

Did you know that dogs smell when they get wet? I don’t believe it either, but that’s what Mom and Dad say. I guess they must smell when they get wet too because they don’t like taking me for walks when it’s raining hard outside. Add wind to that mix and I can just forget about seeing my friends in the ‘hood.


That leaves me with a lot of energy and no place to go, since I’m still just a puppy, and I guess that makes me a little bit annoying. Mom told Dad that she saw the dog whisperer sometimes uses treadmills to help dogs get in their exercise, so they decided to get me one.


I don’t get to go upstairs very often, because Mom and Dad don’t trust me to be anywhere alone that has carpet. Don’t ask me why- I’m a good boy and only go potty where I’m supposed to. Since upstairs is something special, I was really excited and happy when Mom let me go upstairs. That is, until I saw the treadmill for the first time. It wasn’t too bad until she turned it on. And then she turned it off and wanted me to get on it. I thought she’d lost her ever-lovin’ mind.


She helped me get on the treadmill and then she turned it on. I dug my nails into the floor of that treadmill and tried to get it to stop moving, but it was stronger than me. Mom kept trying to get me to stand and Dad was cheering me on from the front. It took less than a minute before I figured out that walking on that dumb thing was what they wanted me to do. You should have heard them clapping and talking like a couple of excitable monkeys. All I was doing was walking, for Pete’s sake. I do that every day. Gheesh.


We did that for about five minutes and I got up to 2.6 miles per hour on my first day. Here’s a video of me on day 2:

As you can tell, Mom was still excited about the whole thing. Isn’t she annoying when she talks like that?


Now I run like a champ and I’m up to almost 5 miles per hour! Mom read that I shouldn’t run for more than 20 minutes until I’m at least two years old, because my joints are still growing and forming. That’s OK by me because after about 10 minutes I start to slow down and I’m ready to nap.


If you’re still in the mood to see videos of my handsome self, here are a couple for you:


This is me waiting patiently (ha ha) for Dad to get his shoes on so we can go for walkees:

And here I am trying to figure out how to get the ball that’s stuck between the garbage can and the wall. Mom thought I was silly because I had two of the exact same balls close by and a bunch of other toys. But have you ever wanted THAT ball and didn’t care if there were 5,000 more like it right next to you? See? I’m not crazy then.

And here we are, Dad and me doing what we do best. Tickling!

Lastly, here’s a picture of me and my new blankee (and my chewey!) It’s the bomb-diggity: