Einstein the Puggle

Mom is trying to toughen up my image

2012-04-03T22:38:33Z

What do you think?

Oh- ignore the fuzzy monkey blanket. Ummmm…. Not mine. Nope.

Who the heck is “Mo’ Nature”?

2012-03-20T21:55:50Z

I thought it was Spring!? This morning we had a windstorm and now it’s snowing.

I thought we’d be going for walkees after Mom gets off work now that it’s daylight savings time. Mom is blaming the “no walkee” on someone called “Mo’ Nature.”

Who is this person? I need to have a bark with her.

I’m closing comments!

2012-03-14T02:43:07Z

Mom is getting really tired of weeding out the spam comments. Stupid spammers, they ruin it for everyone!

You can reach me on my FB page if you want to send me a message: https://www.facebook.com/PuggleEinstein

Fetch!

2012-03-07T01:58:19Z

We play a game in our house called, "trade". Mom taught it to me when I was a wee little pup because as anyone with a puppy knows, we get into all kinds of things we're not supposed to. If I had something in my mouth that I shouldn't, Mom says "trade" and I drop it. Of course, "trade" means that there's something in it for me. It could be anything, but usually I hope it's cheese! That's a big ticket item here in my household.

Rumor is that Mom likes cheese a lot too. Hmmmmm, I wonder what kind of tricks I could get her to do for cheese?

Anywoof, now I'm playing Mom like a fiddle. I purposefully go outside and look for things to bring in the house just so Mom will trade with me. Mom likes to pretend that she doesn't care, but I know that she doesn't like messy floors, so I get the messiest thing I can find, like a stick full of pine needles.

Do you know how many pine needles are on a two inch stick? No? I'd bet you money that Mom does!

If Mom tries to ignore me, I drop it and pick it back up as many times as it takes until she gives in. Sometimes, she's REALLY stubborn, so I have to jump in her lap and drop it right in front of her face. Eventually I win the trade game.

So, why is this post titled, "fetch"? Well, I'm a terrible fetcher. I love to chase after the ball or frisbee, but if I choose to bring it back, I make Mom and Dad chase me around the house or yard for it.

They actually do it! Can you believe it?

Mom is trying to teach me to be a better fetcher, like my nephew Chino. That kid really shows me up in the fetching department.

Fetch at our house now consists of two games: 1) fetch and 2) trade.

I think this is genius! I get to have fun running after the ball and THEN I get to trade it for a treat. Who's the smart one NOW, huh?

It’s my dadgum birthday! I’m THREE!

2011-12-01T22:50:24Z

I realize I look cranky in this photo, but it’s only because Mom is making me wait before I get to dig into my birthday dinner. don’t mind wearing a stupid cookie monster birthday hat at all. Gheesh, the things I have to do…..

I got lots of stuff for my birthday, and I got to help pick it out. Well, not the sweater- I can do without a holiday sweater. Really, who wears those things?

Lessee…. I got a squeaky rattlesnake, carob chip cookies, my favorite cookies, and my other favorite cookies. I also got a new chewie bone. My other one is worn.out.

My birthday meal was deeelish! Turkey with rice, potatoes, green beans and gravy served in a crystal bowl. Nothing but the best for me. I wonder where the champagne is though… I am 21 in dog years, you know.

So anyway, where’s that champagne?

Baby it’s cold outside….

2011-11-29T23:53:02Z

Mom saw a good deal on snuggies with monkeys on them, and we all know how much Mom likes monkeys. Mom’s not sold on Snuggies, but hey- if they have monkeys on them, she’s all over the idea.

The snuggies came today and I just knew that one was mine. Who cares if I can fit my whole body into one of the sleeves. I saw that thing and immediately dragged it over to my ~~lair~~ bed. I have to say that it’s quite cozy. I like to burrow under the blankets in the winter because this puggle gets cold. Even with my sweatshirt on.

Mom took me out to play fetch for a while today WITHOUT MY SWEATSHIRT. It was too cold and I wanted nothing to do with it, so went over to the door and sat there with my “poor me” face until Mom brought me back in the warm house.

I’ve decided that bears have the right idea. I think I just might hibernate. On the couch. Under my monkey blanket.

I have pride, you know…

2011-08-30T22:05:25Z

I refused to look at Mom today when she asked me, “who pooped on the floor?” She didn’t seem very happy about it because she kept talking about it when she cleaned it up. As if that’s going to make me confess. I’m so sure.

I wanted her to think it was Cameron, but she wasn’t buying it. She told me that he’s been potty trained for over 28 years. Big deal. I’ve been potty trained for 14 years (in dog years, of course.) I’ll catch up to him and pass his potty-training streak soon. THEN we’ll see who’s the potty master!

Cut me a break, Mom! I haven’t done this since I was a baby, so OBVIOUSLY it’s because I didn’t want to go outside in my sweater. I look like a bumblebee. It’s embarrassing!

(yes, I’m wearing a sweater… it’s cold today in Seattle!)

White River walkees

2011-08-29T19:44:05Z

We went for walkees at white river today. There were lots of fisherfolk out catching salmon!

Afterward, Mom scared me because we went to the puppy doctor place. Usually no good can come from that, right?

It was OK.. Mom wanted to weigh me (I’ve lost 2 lbs!) and pick up my flea stuff. I don’t know why she buys it. She’s never seen even one flea on me or in the house.

Just think of all the squeaky toys she could buy me for $120.00+. She’s clearly not thinking straight.

What a perfect day!

2011-08-28T00:08:40Z

Mom picked up two double cheeseburgers (without the bun) for me on the way to the dog park and then I got ice cream from Dairy Queen on the way home.

Mom doesn’t give me people food very often, but we left the house before I had a chance to have breakfast. Deeeeelish!!!

And then, we went to the puppy store and bought regular food, not the diet stuff, because I’m not chubby anymore!

While we were there, Mom bought me a new sweater with a skull and crossbones on it, and some of my favorite treats,

I wonder if I can talk Mom into pretending we’re in the movie, “Groundhog Day” so we can do it all over again tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be great?

Mom has a new name

2011-08-27T01:58:46Z

Mom’s new name is Pavlov. I know this because she calls me Pavlov’s dog every time I run for her lap when I hear the sound of her laptop shutting down.

I hope she never ‘messes’ with me and changes the sound. She’s known for messing with people, so puppies must be fair game too.

Guessing game!

2011-08-24T17:26:12Z

Anybody want to make a guess as to what this look means?

I love catching bubbles!

2011-08-24T02:47:16Z

Mom asked me if I wanted to go play frisbee and bubbles tonight, since we couldn’t go for walkees. I didn’t care a lick about the frisbee, but I wanted to play bubbles and even showed her where she keeps them. You know… Just in case she forgot.

Wanna know where she keeps my cookies? No, not the puzzle cookies… The extra good cookies. Just ask, I’ll show you!

I also know which drawer in the fridge contains the cheese. I don’t care if Mom or Dad open the vegetable drawer, but as soon as they open the CHEESE drawer, I’m in the kitchen ASAP!

It’s a ruff life

2011-08-23T20:40:38Z

Mom has her own business and works out of our house. Of course that means that I’m Mom’s co-worker. Watching her work really wears me out, as you can see.

My legs are getting longer!

2011-08-22T21:07:02Z

Or, is that just an optical illusion?

I’ll help you out… It’s an optical illusion. Mom had two surguries on her ankle in an 18 month span of time, so there wasn’t much walking going on in our household. We both got kind of chubby.

Mom laughed (and I cried) when Mom’s cousin said that I looked like a bowling ball with feet.

OK, now that I’ve lost weight, I think it’s funny too!

Anyway, we’ve been walking 2-3 miles a day at a pretty fast clip at least 3-4 times a week. I’m trimming up so much that Mom said she might take me off the low fat food soon. Wow, something that doesn’t taste like cardboard? Count me in!

Puzzle review!

2011-08-18T15:53:31Z

I love it when the doorbell man comes, and it’s not just because I like barking! PS- Mom says she can tell I’m part beagle when the doorbell man comes!

Lots of times the doorbell man is bringing me a present. Mom always lets me sniff the box before she opens it (fun game, right?), so I know if it’s for me. The thing is, even after sniffing it, I think everything is for me. It should be, anyway.

So, this time the doorbell man brought me a puzzle toy called “Ethical Pet Seek-A-Treat Flip ‘N Flap Dog Puzzle”. It’s kind of a long name. I just call it frustrating.

Before I get into the details, check this out. I guess the doorbell man wanted to play with it too!

This is the hardest puzzle the doorbell man has brought me yet! Never fear…. I figured it out in about 10 minutes.

Question to Mom: Really? You had to put it on a hard wood floor and make it even MORE difficult? Gheesh.