Is This Part of the Training?

You know how mama says I need to go to obedience school? (whatever) Apparently I start in a couple weeks, plus she read some book with a dog guy on the front so now she has all these new ways of doing things with me.

All I know is the socks are harder to get to. Not impossible, but harder.

But that's not my point. You see, there's this other DOG in my house. And she's not very nice. She's bossy and barks at me and eats my food and--

Are you ready for this?

My grampa PETS her!

Is this some wacko form of training that I've never heard of? I know I need to make some friends (mama calls it socializing) but I don't think this woman is the way to do that.

Any suggestions?

What the... ?

Mama seems to think I shouldn't be in certain places in the house. Like behind the couch. I don't know why -- it's nice and cozy back there and no one bothers me.

Sure, I scratch the carpet before I lie down, but how else am I supposed to get it just right? Sheesh.

Well, she got an idea from a cousin of hers to put this shiny stuff where she doesn't want me to go.



Fine, she wins. There's plenty of other places I can rest.

*hurrumph*

A New Look. Again?

I think someone has too much time on her hands. She's gone and changed things here AGAIN.

*looks around*

I hafta say, I do kinda like the cleaner look. No extra fluff mussing things up.

She also went and got me my very own Facebook page! Not an account like a person -- just a fan page, or something like that. You can find it here.

She did insist that I share a couple outtakes with you.

I don't look my best, so please don't make too much fun of me.


She kept yap yap yapping at me, so I was trying to talk back!


Yes, there were treats involved.

So whaddya think?

Breakfast

What's your favorite breakfast food?

My meals are pretty boring. Mama gives me a scoop of these brown crunchy things in the morning and after she gets home from work, and they expect me to be satisfied with that. Ha!

I do get a lot of treats, though. Mama gives me a flake from her cereal every morning, but the BEST is when mamama gives me a chunk of her banana!

BANANA!

Have you HAD a banana? Nom nom nom nom nom.

I've been getting peanut butter lately too, but I think that's coming to an end. Mama's been shoving a pill in the middle, thinking she's all sneaky, but I know what's what. I just choose the peanut butter.

I'm Freeeeeeeeeee!

Oh. My. Gosh!

Last night when mama came home from work I was jumping and spinning in circles like I always do when my head slammed into her leg and MY CONE FELL OFF! Me and mama and mamama stopped what we were doing and just stared at it for a second. It's strange how innocent it looks when it's not clutching my throat and making my life miserable.

That second passed and I REALLY jumped for joy! They kept saying something about waiting to see if I'd lick my stitches -- um, hello? I'm a dog. That's what I do. -- but I guess I passed whatever test they had because mama put my collar back on a little later.

FINALLY!

Do you know what it's like running around without your identity? Not to mention a satellite dish on your head?

*runs in circles*

This is What I Do

I don't see why it's such a big deal. Why walk when I can leap?

No No No No No

Aparently all that jumping tore my stitches and I had to go back to the vet yesterday. I had bunch of pus and have to take more pills, but grampa says I'll be okay.

You can stop looking at me now.

Mmm... Socks

Have I mentioned I like socks?

No?

I like socks.

*ahem*

Mama put a bunch of socks on her dresser and now they just taunt me. They call my name when I'm trying to sleep, just ASKING me to play with them. I'm trying, but they're a little hard to get to.


I did get halfway on the dresser but mama stopped me before I actually got one in my mouth. We'll meet again Mr. Sock...

That Was Totally NOT What I Signed Up For

Who was responsible for THAT? I have two cuts between my legs and something feels a little... off. Like I've lost my zest.

*growls*

Nah, I'm really okay. Yesterday was kinda weird and I didn't have ANY energy, but I woke mama up at 5:30 this morning and now she keeps saying I'm just like my normal self.

There was a moment last night when I started shaking so mamama put a blanket on me. I humored them and took a nap. Not because I enjoyed it or anything.

Um, Guys?

I'm getting nervous. Mama keeps talking about something called surgery and giving me sad looks. And they're STILL talking about this cone and how silly I'll look.

What the heck is gong on??

Although mama did tell a funny story about a chihuahua rolling in circles on the floor for half an hour because he didn't like his cone. It must not have been the same flavor as mine.

I TOLD You They Were Talking About an Ice Cream Cone

You silly people. (and Haggis.) You acted like I didn't know what was going on. But LOOK! An ice cream cone!



Yeah, so my mama had to help me hold it. What? I don't have thumbs.



The paparazzi thought this was really exciting.


Thank you to the lady who works with mamama. It was really yummy!

*hint hint*