Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Danger

Mom and Dad taught me to stay away from dangerous things when I was a little puppy. The plants and the electrical cords in the house are so dangerous that I won’t touch them or go near them even if it’s standing between me and my toy.


Mom and I were playing fetch and the ball bounced right onto the leaf of one of the plants. When that happens, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for help from Mom or Dad. I won’t fall for tricks either. Even if they tell me it’s OK to get the ball, I won’t get it. That’s THEIR job as the adults in the house. I must have been crying about this for five minutes before Mom rescued the ball. Notice my other trick at the end. I can catch balls and other stuff in mid air. SUPERSTAR!

Mom is teaching me some dance routines. I’m not sure I’m crazy about the word “twirl”. I’d prefer that she call it “spin” or something a little more manly.

Everyone knows that I’m destined to be a star. Twirling is just the start.