Christmas Shopping

Had to go to the vet today. Got weighed 13.3 lbs, I guess that is one pound over what they told Mom I could weigh. I knew I was kind of heavy cause she goes Offf when I jump on her. They clipped my nails, the few I don't bite. Trouble is it is hard to open the door on the bathroom without longer nails. I can't let her go alone in there.
Then we went shopping. At my favorite store, the pet store. I can go in and get in the basket and pick out what I like. It's hard for Mom to buy me things without me, cause she really doesn't know what I like. Oh, she thinks she does, but uh uh. She used to buy toys with stuffing but can't do that any more cause I tear them apart and eat it. Then I get sick. So she tries to buy me stuff that I can't rip and eat. Usually she buys boring stuff, but today I saw this toy it was hard and made a funny noise. It is red and it is now my favorite. Mom throws it for me and I chase it and take it to her. I could run all day but she gets worn out. She used to sleep whenever I did, but now she works on her stories while I sleep on her lap.
I hope you all have a wonderful time shopping, I really thought it was great fun. She says tomorrow she will make xmas cards. I have no clue what that is but I didn't get the impression she thought it was great fun.

Potty Training

Well, guess what I finally got housebroken. I mean she did everything, talked to trainers, vets and even the neighbors with little dogs. She tried everything she could think of. I think she was thinking of putting me in diapers. If she only have showed me what she wanted I would have gotten it a whole lot sooner. How'd she do it?
She got the mail in and in it was a little round thing. It was in a little case. After she opened it she put in in a slot in the box under the TV. I like that TV thing especially when she does movies with dogs. Anyhow this round thing was all about dogs. Dogs getting treats for coming, barking at strangers and not pooping in the house. It showed lots of dogs scratching at the door. I thought big deal I can do that. So I watched all of the movie or whatever it was and then jumped down from the footstool went to the back door and scratched on the glass. She opened the door and I went out. Had to poop and pee anyway so I figured why not? For a minute there I thought she won the lottery. She was as happy as a clam. I wonder why people say that. What would make a clam sad anyway? I never even saw a clam. I've had them in soup and they aren't bad but you can't really tell if they are happy or not.
This went a long way to making her happy and that is what Bill wanted. So I guess I am doing my job. Buuut this evening I backslid a bit. She got me another toy and I haven't had one in a long time cause I eat them and it bugs her. Anyhow I was so excited I did remember to go outside but I was so happy I brought some in with me. She was not happy. I'm really sorry, but heck I'm just a kid. Give a guy a break.
I suppose given enough time I will finally be a real good boy, but like most boys I have my moments. I don't like to do things that make her mad, but I do like to bug her just a little. The thing of it is, if I have something she doesn't think I should have, I pretend I really, really want it and guess what? To get whatever I have she has to give me a treat. Good deal and it works every time.
You'd think she would learn, but she never does. If I really want to get her ratteled I steal paper. Doesn't really taste good, but it makes a great noise and she wants it back real bad. She chases me and chases me, but I won't drop it until I get a treat. Sometimes she is a big pushover, but I love her. Bill did too and I bet he is laughing just as hard as I am, when he sees how I hoodwink her. WILL CHECK IN NEXT WEEK. ENJOY YOUR SHOPPING FOR XMAS

Dis Disapperrance of toys

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