I'm still just a kid right? Only a puppy after all. And I need toys, lots of them. Mom buys them almost every time she leaves the house. I guess she feels guilty for putting me in my room. It's fine with me. My room is neat, soft blankie and just dark enough to be cozy.
When she gets back, man, it's a party. Out come the toys and treats. All because I took a nap. What a life!
Then she takes me outside (shh to poo.) Then we go back inside and I get to see the toys, big ones, little ones, soft ones, and hard ones. My favorites are the ones that squeek. I just squeek and squeek till my jaw gets tired. Now comes the time I need to really examine the toy. I find a teeny tiny hole and work it to make a bigger hole. Out comes the stuffing. Some kind of white poofy stuff. It really doesn't taste good, but it makes Mom hyper. She chases me till I drop the stuff, then she picks up all she can find. Sometimes I hide a little in the corner of the couch. Not much, just enough to get her going. I love it, she gets downright exasperated. Keeps her young, gotta keep her moving.
Then when the toy is finally broken in right, it disappears. I turn around and it's gone. I think Mom hides it, but I'm not sure. I guess she doesn't know when a toy is really good. Sometimes they come back, but the hole is gone. Can't find it, so then I have to make a new one. I work on it harder and harder and when it's almost perfect, poof it's gone. I don't know maybe there is toy eating troll in the basement that comes up at night and takes them. I never go there. It looks really scary down there, so I stay up in the family room. But not to worry next time she goes out she'll come home with more.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW HARD I HAVE TO WORK TO MAKE A SAD MOM, HAPPY
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
My over nights at Kenny's
So I'm a little late with my report. Mom was under the weather and I can't do the blog thing without her. I can make her write the words I want but, I can't make her turn on the computer if she's feeling punk.
Anyhow I want to tell you about my overnites with Kenny. Now he's a really good guy, but a little gruff. Okay so, his rules are different from Mom's, his house his rules. I can deal with that. Besides when I'm at his house I can play with Scar. He's Kelly's dog and is a little older, actually a lot older, but he still likes to play.
Kenny's house is kinda small, but outside you get to walk over some boards over the top of some water. Never saw the like of it. Dock he calls it. And if you look around you can see ducks. Scar doesn't see too good, so when I see some ducks I let him know.
First day was great, played and played till I was really pooped. Kenny put me in my room and I concked out.
Next day, more play with Scar. Kenny took me on my walk, just like Mom but, Ken is a no nonsense guy so I couldn't dawdle like I can with Mom.
After our walk, he goes into a strange dark room. It's like Mom's office but way more stuff in it. Lots of computers and paper and it's dark. I don't know how he can see in there. I can smell the paper but I can't get at it, so I lay in the sun and wait for lunch. Well lunch is a long time coming and now I gotta piddle. So I go into the dark room and tell Kenny I gotta go. He doesn't get it. He's not as easy to talk to as Mom. I told him over and over, "I gotta piddle, gotta piddle." but he's watching some stuff on one of his computers and pays no attention to me. So I said, "Hey man, man to man, I gotta piss." Doesn't register with him, so I went right there. Then he gets pissed, but it's his own fault, you gotta go, you gotta go.
All in all it was great but I was really glad to see Mom on Sunday, but I didn't want her to know I missed her so I didn't kiss her or try to get in her lap. She should not leave me for days, couple of hours okay, but 2 1/2 days. No way.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY TOYS AND HOW THEY DISSAPEAR.
Anyhow I want to tell you about my overnites with Kenny. Now he's a really good guy, but a little gruff. Okay so, his rules are different from Mom's, his house his rules. I can deal with that. Besides when I'm at his house I can play with Scar. He's Kelly's dog and is a little older, actually a lot older, but he still likes to play.
Kenny's house is kinda small, but outside you get to walk over some boards over the top of some water. Never saw the like of it. Dock he calls it. And if you look around you can see ducks. Scar doesn't see too good, so when I see some ducks I let him know.
First day was great, played and played till I was really pooped. Kenny put me in my room and I concked out.
Next day, more play with Scar. Kenny took me on my walk, just like Mom but, Ken is a no nonsense guy so I couldn't dawdle like I can with Mom.
After our walk, he goes into a strange dark room. It's like Mom's office but way more stuff in it. Lots of computers and paper and it's dark. I don't know how he can see in there. I can smell the paper but I can't get at it, so I lay in the sun and wait for lunch. Well lunch is a long time coming and now I gotta piddle. So I go into the dark room and tell Kenny I gotta go. He doesn't get it. He's not as easy to talk to as Mom. I told him over and over, "I gotta piddle, gotta piddle." but he's watching some stuff on one of his computers and pays no attention to me. So I said, "Hey man, man to man, I gotta piss." Doesn't register with him, so I went right there. Then he gets pissed, but it's his own fault, you gotta go, you gotta go.
All in all it was great but I was really glad to see Mom on Sunday, but I didn't want her to know I missed her so I didn't kiss her or try to get in her lap. She should not leave me for days, couple of hours okay, but 2 1/2 days. No way.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY TOYS AND HOW THEY DISSAPEAR.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Making Mom Happy
I told you this time I would tell you how I make Mom happy. At first it was easy cause everything I did was cute even if I was being a bad puppy. All I really had to do was was run around and around then tip my head to the left. Hilarious? Right, at least she thought so.
But she is so sad it goes real deep. Now it takes all that is in my bag of cutes. She still goes for the head sitting. Now I am bigger I have to sit on her shoulder and put my head on top of hers. And, it still gets a chuckle.
Now her happy isn't so big. But it's my job so I try harder, I can jump very high (for a dog with 2" legs)now that I am a big boy. And, I can find more stuff to hide on her, I don't know why but she loves paper and somehow thinks it is important. All it does is make funny noises when you chew on it. Doesn't even taste very good. But when I steal it she says, "Widget what am I going to do with you?" But then she smiles.
Most paper is easy to find but she puts her special paper where I can't get it. But the one that is the best is up under the kitchen chairs. They roll so you have to get a good grip and pull it off quickly. Then run like the dickens. Mom chases me till she can con me to drop it. I am a sucker for a treat. Then she laughs.
She buys me lots of toys. I have a giraffe that really makes her smile when I grab and shake it.
Kelly ( the other redhead) says Mom thinks giraffes aren't real. Not because my toy isn't real, she just doesn't think God would make something that strange.
I think she should just accept them, cause she's strange too, but I love her anyway. When she cries I get on her lap and lick her face till she stops crying and I am almost out of spit. I like to sit on her lap and snuggle with her cause it makes her smile. I live for those smiles and a hearty laugh sends me to ecstasy. Bill said it wouldn't be easy, but I love my job.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY OVER NITES WITH KEN
But she is so sad it goes real deep. Now it takes all that is in my bag of cutes. She still goes for the head sitting. Now I am bigger I have to sit on her shoulder and put my head on top of hers. And, it still gets a chuckle.
Now her happy isn't so big. But it's my job so I try harder, I can jump very high (for a dog with 2" legs)now that I am a big boy. And, I can find more stuff to hide on her, I don't know why but she loves paper and somehow thinks it is important. All it does is make funny noises when you chew on it. Doesn't even taste very good. But when I steal it she says, "Widget what am I going to do with you?" But then she smiles.
Most paper is easy to find but she puts her special paper where I can't get it. But the one that is the best is up under the kitchen chairs. They roll so you have to get a good grip and pull it off quickly. Then run like the dickens. Mom chases me till she can con me to drop it. I am a sucker for a treat. Then she laughs.
She buys me lots of toys. I have a giraffe that really makes her smile when I grab and shake it.
Kelly ( the other redhead) says Mom thinks giraffes aren't real. Not because my toy isn't real, she just doesn't think God would make something that strange.
I think she should just accept them, cause she's strange too, but I love her anyway. When she cries I get on her lap and lick her face till she stops crying and I am almost out of spit. I like to sit on her lap and snuggle with her cause it makes her smile. I live for those smiles and a hearty laugh sends me to ecstasy. Bill said it wouldn't be easy, but I love my job.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY OVER NITES WITH KEN
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My hurts
I was gonna tell you about Mom's weepy moments, but I need to tell you of some hurts of my own.
Mom is worried about my getting hurt or wandering off (which I wouldn't do, I promised Bill) but she knows I like to dig so she put in an electric dog fence (the fence is electric not me.) The boy with the little white stick Billy dug a trench in the back yard. Then came another guy Kenny. He takes care of Kelly (the other redhead.) any how Billy had to dig another trench and Kenny put in some red wire. All the while I am doing my best to help dig and move the clumps of grass. I guess they didn't like my kind of help because when you couldn't see the red wire anymore, they put another collar on me. It has two prongs on it that touch my neck. What the heck do I need two collars for?
Now Kenny is very kind to me, he evens let's me visit his house, so I was a little surprised when I walked near the little white flags he put over the wire I got a zap to the throat. It zinged me into the air and I flopped like a bass reaching for a fly. Not going near those flags again I tell ya. NOT even going in the back yard at all. NO HOW.
Come back next week and I will tell you about Mom's weepy moments Promise.
Mom is worried about my getting hurt or wandering off (which I wouldn't do, I promised Bill) but she knows I like to dig so she put in an electric dog fence (the fence is electric not me.) The boy with the little white stick Billy dug a trench in the back yard. Then came another guy Kenny. He takes care of Kelly (the other redhead.) any how Billy had to dig another trench and Kenny put in some red wire. All the while I am doing my best to help dig and move the clumps of grass. I guess they didn't like my kind of help because when you couldn't see the red wire anymore, they put another collar on me. It has two prongs on it that touch my neck. What the heck do I need two collars for?
Now Kenny is very kind to me, he evens let's me visit his house, so I was a little surprised when I walked near the little white flags he put over the wire I got a zap to the throat. It zinged me into the air and I flopped like a bass reaching for a fly. Not going near those flags again I tell ya. NOT even going in the back yard at all. NO HOW.
Come back next week and I will tell you about Mom's weepy moments Promise.
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