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The Sweet Life
Can you believe I’m almost a year old?!!! Mom can not believe How big I am!! 25lbs!! She says it makes my name a little less ironic than when I came home at 4lbs. I have settled into my house and routine quite splendidly.
I don’t have to be crated any more because its warm out, and Mommy can keep me in the California room. I’ve done great with potty stuff, but I’ve chewed the curtains in there a couple times. And at night I sleep under Mommy’s bed. She thinks that’s great.
Oh my goodness!!! I can’t believe I haven’t told you yet!!! I’m white now!!! All my hair grew out, and I only have a little brown on the tip of my tail after my last grooming appt. Mommy has taken me to 3 different groomers because I’m so bad for them. I swear I just want to play, but I bite the scissors, and roll on my back so I can kick, and in December the lady had to keep evening my hair out everytime I made her make a mistake, and by the end of it, I was practically shaved!!! Mommy thought it was the worst thing in the world- I looked like a naked mole-rat!!! But now she found a great groomer that feeds me carob treats while she cuts my hair, and she likes that I’m “spunky” – although Mom says that’s her nice way of saying “bad”.
I haven’t really learned any new tricks, I speak sometimes, and I will “stop” and ”stay” when we are walking. Right now they are trying to get me to stop jumping on people when they walk in my house. I don’t do it to Mommy and Daddy anymore, because they won’t look at me while I’m jumping, only if I sit down next to them, then they pet and talk to me. But if someone comes into the house and gives me any attention, I’m jumping and barking and acting like a maniac. I just LOVE attention. Mom’s gonna make me stop all that soon though, so I better get my kicks now while I still can.
Other than that, things have been pretty normal. I’m a great dog, livin’ the life.
I'm adorable
oh! it’s been so long since my last entry!! I’ve been very busy with all these holidays!! On halloween, Daddy dressed me in a leather hat and bandana that said "Hog Dog". I hated the costume, but loved the attention it got me. Mom says I’m a ham when I show off for strangers. I show them my belly, and dance with my paws up. It’s adorable, you should see it. I stop the minute Mommy gets out the camera.
At Thanksgiving, Mom made a turkey that smelled sooooo good! she was melting butter to pour on top of it, and she dropped it!!! I was so excited!! I licked up as much as possible before she could clean it up! WOOHOO! Then we watched other puppies on TV. I don’t know why they didn’t come play with me. I barked and stood on 2 legs next to the TV.
The very next day after Thanksgiving, There was a tree in my house!!! i got so excited when I saw it!! It was obviously here for me to chew on. But then, Mommy started spraying this yucky sour stuff asll over it. I tried to chew on it 2 more times, but it was gross, so I’ve given up.
Mommy says I’m getting fixed next month. I wonder what that means? Has anyone else been fixed? Mommy wants to know waht she should expect after I come home? what kind of care do I need?
Mr. Big out
A day in the life...
Oh! I have so much to tell you about my past 2 weeks!I came home on Thurs. instead of Fri. because Mom just could not wait any longer for me. All night long we played and ate and went outside! She’s crazy.
Friday I had to go to work with her because she didn’t want me crated all day long. Her job has tons of tiny people there with little sticky hands, and they all wanted to pet me. I put on such a good show for them!! I licked each one of their faces, and ran around playing and untying their shoes. They loved me, and when they all laid down on their weird little mats, I thought I should sleep too, so I cuddled up to one of the girls. Mom broke out the camera for that.
I went potty only outside for the first 2 days, but by sunday, I got this great idea that I could just go wherever I am. I don’t have to walk outside and get my feet wet on the grass. Splendid!! I don’t get a treat or praise when I go inside, but I’m not the least bit phased. Now when Mom takes me outside, I can just run and play without wasting time pooping!
Oh- and that Verdicai cat-sister I have. She hates me. Which is so sad, because she’s fun to chase, but she knows how to go up and down stairs, and I can’t yet, so just goes up to the bedroom and hisses at me. Mom says she’s gonna scratch me if I don’t leave her alone, but I’m still trying. She’ll finally stay in the same room with me as long as I don’t look at her.
I also figured ou how to get treats anytime they are in the people’s hands. If I’m outside and they have a treat, I pee. And if they are inside, I sit. Perfect! and if they are across the room, I look at their faces. Instant treat. And they always talk to me with this silly baby voice after they give me a treat. " Good Potty!!!!", "Goood Siiiiiiiiit!", "GOOD Watch me!!!". Daddy says I’m ready for Puppy Kindergarten. That’s great, because I love dogs. My best friend is a rotweiler- chow mix named Joshua. He lives next door. On the first day I got home, I saw him in his yard and i started Barking and running toward him. I figured I had to show him just how strong I am. Joshua came over with his owner and a Milkbone. I kept barking, but Joshua just laid down and let me come right up to him. Now we take walks together. Did I tell you I can walk on a leash? Mom loves that trick.
I also went to the vet. He held me on my back, and I bit him. Someone should have told him who I am. He obviously didn’t know.He told Dad that I’m strong willed, and that we should do alot oftraining together to make me a polite dog. He said I have worms and an extra toe on my back feet. I also have a hernia- but mom already knew about that.
I go on Sunday for my first grooming appt. Mom’s excited because she said my nails are sharp. I’m kind of smelly right now anyway, so it good timing.
Hey – any one out there know what my mom can do so I’ll start to like my crate? It’s kind of aweful to go in there at night and while they’re at work. I bark and cry, but they can’t hear me. All my toys on there are no fun, because noone’s there to play with me. I fall asleep after 5 or so minutes of barking, but it makes Mom sad. Can you help her? Alright, well this is ridiulously long, and no one is ever going to read the whole thing, so … Mr. Big out.
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