I Sit Manly

Mama is always trying to teach me new things and her latest is something called "sit pretty."

*looks around*

I don't know about you, but sitting pretty is not something I'm very excited about. Oh, I lift my front feet off the ground and sit straight up for her -- I DO get a treat yanno -- but I don't like it.

Like just now. She told me to sit pretty and dangled a four-inch piece of jerky in front of my nose. What was I supposed to do? I sat back, waggled my feet at her and cocked my head and she went crazy.

Cra-zee.

That woman is weird.

She Totally Tricked Me

This is my fox. He rocks. Well actually he squeaks. On BOTH ENDS!


I've been doing my best to avoid pictures lately but mama totally tricked me for this one. She said she was just taking a picture of the fox, but when she put him on the couch I couldn't just leave him sitting there all by himself!

My Very Own Cake!

So THIS is what you were all talking about!



The cake tasted like peanut butter and carrots and I think there was some yogurt on top. Before that mama gave me this long skinny squirrel that squeaks on its tail AND head. It's so fun but I keep tripping on it.

I think there's some cake leftover, but I think I'm gonna ask for some milk to go with it.

It's my Birthday!

I'm one year old!

*howls*

*runs in circles*

*bites random pantleg*

But, uhh... what exactly does that mean? Mama came home with lots of goodies but she won't let me have them until "after work." Whatever.

She also tried to take a nice picture of me but I wasn't in the mood, so she said I should show you what I looked like when I first came home.

Wasn't I cute?



Apparently she's gonna take more pictures tonight, so I guess you'll get to see those soon.

This is How I Bond

We're just plotting how to keep mama from EVER leaving again.

*sniff*

This is my mama.


Do you know her? I know it looks like she's squishing me in this picture, but really it's just how we cuddle.

Anyways, she's gone again and I really don't know what to do. I held on to her pantlegs as hard as I could but she's bigger than me and made me stop.

*pouts*

I really wish she would come back.

Birthed, Ay?

Mama says I have a birthday coming up and that there will be something called CAKE.

*thinks for a minute*

I wonder if this will be anything like the stuff grampa gave me on accident a couple months ago. I really liked that.

So whaddaya know about birthdays?

As If

Mama brought me to the vet yesterday for ANOTHER shot (I was very brave and wagged my tail the entire time) and while I was all exposed and vulnerable on the table, she asked the doctor about obedience classes.

Obedience classes?

Me?

I don't know WHAT she's talking about. I am perfectly obedient. It's just a matter of how quickly I listen, that's all.

Like here. I just wanted to say hello to everyone. What's wrong with that?

It Must Be a People Thing

I don't get why mama spends so much time looking at this thing.

I Have a Plan

I've decided that if my mama thinks she can just up and leave any old time she wants, then I'm not going to leave her side.

Ever.

Depending on what she's doing it can be a little tricky to hang on to her, but it's been cold out so that means she's wearing pants. Easy. When she's sitting I just hang on to her arms or ankles. The best is when she lies down because then I can grab onto her ears. Those things are MADE for puppy teeth! They even have crunchy things on the bottom, but mama really hollers when I try to eat those.

She still keeps slipping out for work, but I've got her covered the rest of the day.

She's Back! She's Back!

Mama and grampa and mamama all came back today! I climbed all over everyone, including the super nice people who took care of me, and then we all went home.

Home!

I ran in really fast circles around the room, played with mama outside, then took a quick nap before running all over the place again.

She hasn't told me yet where the heck she was, but I had fun while she was gone. I went for walks, got to jump in and out of a really high doggy door, and I discovered GOOSE POOP! Why didn't anyone tell me about this before?

Hea.Ven.

Oh Crap*

Mama says I'm having a sleepover. She shoved all my stuff into my backpack -- including my food and water bowls -- and now she's taking me someplace.

WHAT IS THIS?

She said it's just our neighbor and it'll be fun, but she looks so guilty I don't believe it.

Not for one second.

She also said I won't be able to get onto a computer until Sunday night.

*trembles*



*that's not a curse because mama says it all the time.

Internet, I Have a Problem

Guys?

Pssst!

Hey guys?

I need a favor. My mama keeps following me around the house with these metal things and I can't get her to knock it off. Anytime I lay down and try to take a nap, she pins me down and grabs my toes.

My toes!

I've explained to her a hundred time that I DO NOT ENJOY THIS, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Can you help me out here?