Tough Job

Another tough week. Mom doesn't seem to get it. She has to get out of the house, but she is getting lazy. Potty training means to her I ask to go out and do my business. Well, what she forgets my job is to take care of her and if she just lets me out, then she doesn't get the walk she needs. Bill must have had a heck of a time getting her to exercise. She hates it. Hate it she may but I think she hates poopy carpets more. I'll just be patient with her.
She takes good care of me, but forgets to take care of herself. I think she isn't sleeping much cause late at night, sometimes into the morning I still hear the TV.
Today she went out and bought another gate, frankly I'm glad she did. I kinda like the smaller area. The only thing that I liked about being able to go all over the house was looking out the front window. But I figured out if I scratch at the front door she gets the leash and out we go. Then I can see what is going on out front.
There are leaves all over the lawn and they make the neatest crunching sound when you run through them. I think I like fall. Don't think she is fond of it though. I guess you are supposed to take the leaves away from the yard and some noisy truck sucks them up. She isn't a yard person but rather than ruin Bill's lawn she blows them out to the street. Last week a nice man from across the street, Jerry she said his name is, took them away with a machine he rode on. Neat, but it didn't last long,next time the wind blew down came more. Mom says she is very lucky, to have such nice neighbors. I like them too, nice folks.
I have to get to sleep now, cause Mom is tired. The redhead Kelly says, when she was a kid, Mom would get cold, and Kelly had to put on a sweater. I guess she was silly even before I met her. But it doesn't matter I love her anyway.
I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I WILL REVEAL NEXT WEEK, CAUSE RIGHT NOW I DON'T KNOW.

Rough week

Boy, what a week! Herself was sick, then I got sick. I tell ya I thought she was going to kill me on Tuesday. I was pooping all over the place. She didn't know I couldn't help it and man was she pissed. Well this went on for two days, until I started to vomit all over the place. I guess spit up is not as bad as shit up. Because she felt bad and didn't even mind cleaning up puke.
I guess her nose isn't as sensitive as mine. She didn't smell where I pooped before because when she cleaned up the mess she thought she got it all. Well she did, except for the scent marker. I think she had an epiphany because she remembered when Bill was with her, he could tell her she must have missed a spot of something when she couldn't find it. Well, she went at it with a vengeance. She and Bill bought a rug cleaner more than two years ago and never used it. The dang thing is as heavy as the deuce, but with her grandson's help she got it out and cleaned the carpet and put on some of the yucky stuff she used when she was first training me.
Scent marker is gone so now I go outside and you would think she was given the crown jewels, she is sooooooooo happy.
I'm glad she is happy but today my tummy and throat are sore, throwing up is not fun. I guess the weather decided it would take over as the day is poopy, but I'm not. Yeah!
NEXT WEEK I'LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT OUR ADVENTURES

How to Make a Sad Mom Happy

This past week was a rough one for Mom. She was a sick puppy. But, she's okay now.
Sometimes she gets really, really sad then, trust me, she is hard to make happy. Even sitting on her head doesn't help. So I have to dig deep in my bag of cutes.
There is a picture of Bill next to the TV. So I stand on my hind legs and touch it with my nose. Sorta let her know what Bill would say if he saw her moping around. She gets it and gives me a soft smile. And when I have her on a roll, I amp it up and run around the house, around, around, and around till I have to stop to catch my breath.
Then she really laughs and says I'm a goofy puppy, Geeze, I thought that was the object. I guess I'm doing it right, but the older I get the harder it gets. I'm becoming more dog than messenger. It is nearly a year since Bill asked me to make her happy.
She doesn't cry for hours anymore and I know she is remembering the good times they had not just the one BIG sorrow.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW SHE GETS ME TO COME WHEN SHE CALLS. IT'S A RIOT!