I Know My Ball is Here Somewhere

What Are Opposable Thumbs?

My friend Adam -- the guy who gives the best tummy rubs -- gave me an award! I don't know what scribbling is but I love treats, so thanks.

I'm supposed to tell you ten things about me.

1. My fur is really soft but I don't like to be brushed. I guess I have good genes.

2. I love socks. Seriously. Can't have enough socks. Especially if they're dirty.

4. I have a brother and a sister but I haven't seen them in AGES.

3. My mama taught me how to shake, but I don't really understand why. It's not like I'm interviewing people.

6. My papa disappeared.

9. I don't let my mama out of my sight, but she's still left me alone a couple times and I panic because what if she disappears too?

5. I can run really fast love to sprint and run circles around people.

7. I went on my first plane ride this week. I was pretty scared and it was REALLY loud, but my crate kept me safe.

8. I LOVE bananas. And peanut butter. It drives me crazy when mama eats them together. It's like my head is gonna explode.

10. Once I get to know you I like to put my butt in your face. Isn't that how everyone makes friends?

Adam said I'm supposed to no-mi-nate people, but I don't know what that means so I'm just gonna tell you some of my friends. Janna and Avery and Erica and Natasha and Nadine and Lisa.

There's a picture too but I can't sit still long enough to figure it out.

Great Googly Moogly!

I have no idea what that means, but I hear my mams say it when she thinks something is really cool, so I'm using it. Anyways...

WHAT is this freezing white stuff? I keep trying to run in it but then all of a sudden I'm stuck up to my neck. Don't get me wrong -- I can get OUT, but this is nothing like the hot grainy stuff at the beach. Once I figured out that diving gets me nowhere, I tried sprinting.

Whee! I fell down, ran into my mama, and slid on my butt. Then I dove into the snowbank again. It's so much fun!

I don't like having my feet wiped off afterwards, but I do get to bite the towel, so it's not so bad.

My mama wrote about our trip on her blog so read hers too. She gets all weird when I get all the attention, so tell her I sent you.

I Am Not a Horse

Today we went to a house with little person who never stopped chasing me. I met him when I was small but he was afraid of me then. This time he kept hugging me and trying to pick me up. He even followed me when I went to the bathroom!

The one person I WANTED to talk to no one let me near. Something about her being TOO small. That's crazy -- she's the same size as me. All I know is they should have let me taste her since they did this:

Water! ZOMG! It's the Water!

My Papa

Have I told you about my papa? He's the one who found me, you know. I was curled up in a little box with my birth mom and my two siblings when he yanked all three of us out of our warm cocoon and plopped us onto a glass countertop.


Since then he's taken me everywhere (well, almost everywhere -- sometimes he leaves me at home and I scream and scream for him to come back but he doesn't), usually riding on his shoulder.

He races me around the house, then gives me lots of treats, especially when mama isn't looking. He lets me chew on his socks, bite his pants, and wrestle with his towel. In the afternoons we play this game where he leaps from one side of the bed to the other and I race back and forth and try to bite him. I can jump on the bed, but that wouldn't be any fun, so I just go round and round, and sometimes scoot underneath to surprise him. The game usually ends when I bite him too hard. (sorry papa)

Last weekend he bought mama some flowers and they smell really nice. She won't let me eat them though -- not even the parts that fell on the floor.


But mostly we just play. And play and play and play. He blows in my face until I squeal at him, but that just makes him laugh so he keeps doing it. I try to catch his mouth but he always moves away too fast. One of these days...

Hmm...

Do you ever get the feeling that something's going on, but you're the only one who doesn't know what it is?

I'm having that feeling.

These big, soft boxes are sitting in the middle of the floor, and mama keeps putting fuzzy things inside. Whenever I try to take one out she smacks me on the nose and chases me into the other room.

I don't get it. I hope they tell me soon.

With the Good Comes the Bad

I'm a dog. I love eating things that aren't made for me. Especially peanut butter.

Mama sometimes gives me a little on her finger, but papa... he gives me the whole jar! Sometimes he even cuts it open so I can get all the way to the bottom.


The only problem is afterwards mama always wants to give me a bath. That's gonna take a little more convincing.

I Went Cliff Diving!

The Past Couple Days

This weekend sucked. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink and I kept throwing up. Sunday was a little better so I watched the Superbowl.


Monday morning I finally started feeling better so I cuddled a little with my papa.


Then I sat in the chair and watched my mama on the computer.


The vet gave us some weird goo that's supposed to help me feel better. I didn't like it at first but now I love it. Yum!

Neon Green is Not My Color

I saw the vet a lot this weekend. He kept poking me with needles and pushing my pills down my throat, but I'm starting to feel better.

Only problem is my feet are green. Something about my stomach acid... I don't know. It's gross though and I smell really bad.

Mama keeps saying that as soon as I feel better she's giving me a bath, so I think I should keep stay on the couch looking sad and pitiful. They sure give me a lot of hugs when I'm sleepy like this.

I Don't Feel So Good

I don't know what's going on but I keep throwing up and now I don't want to eat or drink anything. Papa almost drowned me by pouring chicken broth down my throat, but I threw that up and so he left me alone.

Mama seems happy if I drink water, but I wish it was just water. She keeps shoving pills down my throat, too. At least she gives me lots of hugs and kisses afterwards.

I've been really weak and don't have energy to do anything, and she's totally taking advantage of me. She ripped all these knots out of my beard and feet and she stuck all kinds of gadgets in my ears "to get the bugs."

I don't buy it. I think maybe she made me sick so she could play with me like I'm some kind of stuffed animal.

New Toys!

Papa brought these home for me but I don't know what the heck I'm supposed to do with them.

They squeak like my other toys but he won't let me chew on them. Maybe I'll wait 'til he's not looking.

What's a Pigeon?

I don't get out of the house very much because mama says the other dogs in our neighborhood will get me sick. Sometimes papa brings me to the beach, but mostly I just hang out on the roof.

There isn't much up there. A lot of concrete and these two giant black things that make whooshing sounds. I try to drink the water around the bottom of them, but mama always yells at me to stop. I like to stand at the edge of the roof behind the black things and watch the people in the neighborhood, but she really yells when I do that.

Every now and then these gray things sit on the wall that runs around the edge of the roof. At first I thought they were just part of the wall, then one day they jumped from the edge AND STAYED IN THE AIR! I wish I could do that!

I also wish I'd stuck around long enough to see how they did it but they scared me so bad I ran back to my mama. What? I'm still tough, I just needed to make sure they weren't gonna get me.

They gray things have figured out that I can't catch them so now they just sit on the wall and stare at me. Yesterday I tried to bark at them but I might have been a little nervous and my throat was kinda dry so I barely made any noise. I looked back at my mama to see if I was doing the right thing, and she nodded at me, so I tried again.

They still didn't move.

What do you think I should do? My reputation as a tough guy is at stake here.

Is a Welcome Sniff Okay?

Hi!

* wags tail *

I'm not very good at introductions. Mama yells at me when I jump on people but how else am I supposed to lick their face?

* jumps up *

I don't know what you've heard about me, but I was born in Zihua last summer. Ever since then my mama and papa have taken care of me and give me food and stuff. They also stick things in my ears and swear it's "for my own good," but I don't buy it.

* sits down and slides to the floor *

A couple days ago they brought me to the doctor's office where I was born and stuck me inside a big plastic box. I didn't know what the heck it was for, but everyone was smiling and petting me, so I went along with it.

I didn't know it was coming home with us.


Now they keep putting my toys in there. Last night they even threw a bunch of treats inside. I'm no fool -- I went in after them. They both said I was a good boy and my mama started taking more pictures. She does that a lot. They're kinda weird.

Then yesterday they stuck my food bowl way in the back. Until then I hadn't gone all the way inside, but a boy's gotta eat!


Again with the pictures. She needs a hobby.

I guess it's better that the other plastic box they bought when I was smaller. Can you imagine trying to eat your supper in there?