Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Note to self

Mom took me to the dog park again yesterday because she really really loves me. There were a couple of white pugs there named Milo and Otis. Really! I don’t make this stuff up!


Otis was REALLY chubby and couldn’t run without huffing and puffing. I guess this is my future if I don’t quit throwing back the kibble at the speed of light. Mom is such a sucker and always gives me a piece of hotdog when I’ve been a good boy in the kitchen (which, of course, is always.) 

I also love training time because Mom gives me a cookie whenever I do something right (which, of course, is always.) We have our training time (I like to call it tricks) three times a day. Mom says it’s so I remember who’s boss. Whatevah….She can believe whatever she wants as long as I get treats.


Hey, didja know I can give a high five? No? Well, I can.


Maybe being smart causes weight gain. Yeah, that’s my story. If I wasn’t so smart, I wouldn’t get so many cookies and wouldn’t be getting pudgy.


Maybe Otis is really smart. I hope so, because he’s certainly not going to get the gals with his looks (oh, and his breath? What the heck has he been eating? Blech!) Mom told me that I’m supposed to say “bless his heart” after saying stuff like that.


Bless his heart.