She's MAGIC!

Mama is magic. See, sometimes she'll be talking to me and I'm looking at her and she's right in front of me. Then other times she's on the wall inside a box. Then she's back in front of me.

How does she do that? Did she study magic?

Oh, and sometimes I see MYSELF in the box on the wall. Can someone please explain this to me?

And Now I Get Big Boy Food?

Mama came home with a different kind of food last night. It looks kinda the same as what I normally eat, except she said it's for big boys.

*prances about*

I wonder why the pieces are smaller then? Either way, she says it's for dogs that have "high energy" so I guess it'll make it easier for me to leap across the furniture.

As if I need help.

I Don't Think They Mean Ice Cream

Last night they were talking about a cone and wondering how I'd be able to get through my doggie door with one. Then mamama was talking about some other dog and how his cone would scoop up snow, and that sounds kind of cool.

Does this mean they're getting me a snow cone?

It Must Be a People Thing

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

Sir Jury?

I figured out what the turd talk was all about. Now my mama said I might have to have Sir Jury. Is that like a treat?

I don't understand why she's so concerned. She said something about me being undescended, but she always says it doesn't matter who my father is.

*sniff*

I hope it isn't scary.

New Turd?

Mama brought me to the doctor's last weekend. It's different from my doctor in Mexico -- for one thing it's all women and they give me treats! They gave me a shot and poked me all over, then mama and I went out to the bigger room where I played with two other dogs, a little girl, and a man who didn't seem to hear me.

Then the doctor came back out and mama put me on her back, THEN they started poking me DOWN THERE. I couldn't understand what they were talking about, but I think it must have been something about my poop because she kept asking if I'd had a new turd.

Whatever that means.

I'm just happy mama gave me some new toys.

Fol-low-ers

That's you, right? Mama says you're my friends and that I should thank you for listening to me go on and on about the silly things in my yard. And the house. And my mouth.

Thank you!

I don't spend very much time on the computer -- although I have finally figured out that the weird booping noise is my papa calling -- so I don't know if there are other puppies out there on the internet. Do you know if there are blogs or websites that I should check out? Maybe someplace I can make more friends?

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.