My Mama's Mama

I talk a lot about my mama and my papa and my other papa, but there's another person here -- my mama's mama! She doesn't like to get in pictures so I get distracted when I write my posts because I don't SEE her, but she's one of my favorite things about this Michigan place.

Her hands always have this yummy lotion that she lets me lick, and every morning I jump on her until she gives me a banana. She gives me treats like my mama and papa, but they used to break it into little tiny pieces. My mamama gives me the WHOLE THING!

She doesn't like it when I bite her, and I swear I don't mean to (I just get EXCITED) but she plays with my tug-tug (that rope thing) and throws my squeaky toys until I get tired. Then she lets me lean on her while she plays on her glowy box.

That's love.

ATTACK!

LOOK WHAT I CAUGHT!!


Grampa's always telling me that I'm not a good guard dog because I get so excited when people come over (people are EXCITING!) but LOOK!

I went outside to play with my frisbee and there was an INTRUDER! A smelly bloody intruder!

Okay, I think it might have already been dead by the time I got there, but still.

I saved them ALL.

In Case You Weren't Sure...

I love my penguin.


I can't BELIEVE my mama took this picture of me while I was sleeping, but whatever.

I Tried to Make Another Friend But...

Mama told me to leave him alone. Something about him having "cooties."


Do you know what a cootie is? Is it like a cookie, because I like cookies.

A Penguin of My Own

So where was I?

Right. After the grassy place we got in the car and they brought me to what mama called "a store."

I'd never been inside a store like this before. Back home the only places I'd been inside didn't have doors -- they just had an open wall and you could see inside from the street. But this place had slippery floors and I could smell that LOTS of other dogs visited before.

Mama and Penguin followed me around until I found bone heaven. I'm telling you, there were more bones than I could ever dream of and some of them were as big as me!


We went to another row where they had all the squeaky toys a dog can dream of, when suddenly a GIANT dog came around the corner. I was scared of him at first, but he laid down on the floor so I knew it was okay to talk to him.


Penguin picked up every toy I liked. Mama kept telling him not to buy me so many things -- something about being "spoiled", whatever that means -- but lucky for me he didn't listen.

Look what I got! That tall thing in the back -- it's a Penguin!


Mama keeps laughing at the squirrel but I really don't understand what's so funny about it. I'm just happy that it squeaks in TWO places!

I Met a Penguin!

My mama took me for a ride in her car and when we stopped this guy got in the car with us. I didn't know what to think at first but after a couple seconds I raced over to him and said my hellos.

Mama told me it was Penguin!

Apparently my mama's known him for 13 years but this is the first time I got to meet him.

We rode to a place by the river with lots of grass and old french fries. Penguin held onto my leash, which was kinda cool because he's a lot taller than mama and my leash didn't get tangled on my head like it does with her.


We played with my frisbee that I LOVE and I got to watch lots of people. Some were even running like my papa!

I took a little break from all the running but there was no way I was gonna let go of my frisbee.


I had a lot of fun with him, even if he wouldn't share his sandwich with me. I tried all my best moves, too! Licking, diversion, dive bombing... nothing!

After the park we got back in the car and went to--

What?

Mama needs the computer. I'll tell you about the rest--

Okay! I'm getting off.

I'll tell you about the rest tomorrow.

The Hole in the Floor

There's something in this house that I've been afraid to tell you about.

*looks around*

The floor...

well...

it has a HOLE in it. They put this white metal thing over it but I can see into the basement and there are all kinds of creepy noises that come through it.

It wouldn't be a big deal except my mama sometimes throws my toys on it -- she swears she doesn't do it on purpose -- and then she expects me to take it from there.

But it's a hole!

In the floor!

I'm a brave dog so I grab it and run back to her, but it sometimes takes a little while to work up my courage. Especially when it starts hissing and breathing hot air at me!

Presents!

Mama took me on a walk yesterday and we sat in the front yard for a little bit. She opened this orange paper thing and look what was inside!


*sniffs*


That's ME!


I hope she wasn't planning on playing with this because it's all mine.


Okay, enough with the pictures.


Mama just reminded me that I should thank a ladybug for sending this. A ladybug? Like, a lady who's a bug? Okay...

Thanks Bug!

Straight Chillin

Mama moved all our stuff in the dark cement room under where gramma and grampa live, but it's not so bad. She put this soft green thing on the couch and I get to lay all over it. Sometimes she tries to put papers and stuff on there, but I just "accidentally" knock them off.

She'll learn soon enough.

Her glowy box sits on that table next to the couch, so I get to watch her as long as I want. In between naps, of course.

My Day

Nadine wanted to know what I do all day now that my mama keeps leaving me (we'll talk about THAT another time). My grampa plays with me some, but he keeps telling me to entertain myself. The trouble is, it's hard to play by myself.


My friend Penguin told my mama to get me a rope and it was a GREAT idea! I love playing tug-tug and whipping it all over the house, but it's no fun without someone to play with. I poke it and bite it, but it just lays there.

You Tell Me

Is there anything you want to know about me? I talk about the stuff that happens around here, but I know there's lots more I could tell you.

Do you have questions? Are you curious about anything? Do you know how I should deal with the dogs across the grass that bark at me whenever I go outside?

Oh, that's a question for you. Well, if you could just tell me, then I'll answer your questions in more posts.

Thanks!

I Love My Mama

I try to play it cool for you guys, but I can't help but get excited when I see her.

Shush!

Something weird is going on at home. Every night, just when I start to fall asleep, my mama and gramma -- and sometimes even grampa -- start talking to me and poking me and dragging me out of my bed.

They never seem to want to play when I want to, but the minute I try to go to bed they start squeaking my toys and crawling around on the floor.

They keep saying something wanting me to sleep through the night, whatever that means. All I know is someone's gonna lose a finger if they keep this up.