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.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Our daily walks
I really like our walks. Mom has gone from a size 12 to a 6, Bill said she had a little tummy, but I can't find it, as long as she can keep up with me I am okay with whatever size she is.
When we start out I go through the gate and look for the lady who lives next door. When I see her I just get all happy cause she calls me wiggy. It's not my name but she says it so cute, I just run around and around as fast as I can. It makes Loreen (that's her name) laugh and laugh. I love it.
Then we move on to our walk. I like to talk to everyone I see, but Mom usually just wants me to piddle and poop and move along. She doesn't understand when I stop to sniff my surroundings and she says "Come on Widget, you smelled that yesterday." All I can think is "hey, they're rollover scents." I like smells to become familiar like old friends. She thinks stink, but I know they're really messages. Sorta like liquid e-mail.
Mom isn't what you would call an outdoor girl, but I get her outside twice a day, rain or shine. I think it's good for her, instead of sitting at the computer all day. Bill hated the computer, but I kinda like it. She lets me sit at the keyboard with her, hence this blog.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW I HANDLE HER WEEPY MOMENTS
When we start out I go through the gate and look for the lady who lives next door. When I see her I just get all happy cause she calls me wiggy. It's not my name but she says it so cute, I just run around and around as fast as I can. It makes Loreen (that's her name) laugh and laugh. I love it.
Then we move on to our walk. I like to talk to everyone I see, but Mom usually just wants me to piddle and poop and move along. She doesn't understand when I stop to sniff my surroundings and she says "Come on Widget, you smelled that yesterday." All I can think is "hey, they're rollover scents." I like smells to become familiar like old friends. She thinks stink, but I know they're really messages. Sorta like liquid e-mail.
Mom isn't what you would call an outdoor girl, but I get her outside twice a day, rain or shine. I think it's good for her, instead of sitting at the computer all day. Bill hated the computer, but I kinda like it. She lets me sit at the keyboard with her, hence this blog.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW I HANDLE HER WEEPY MOMENTS
Monday, August 24, 2009
How I make Mom happy
Now that I am a big boy I sleep in my own bed downstairs. So when Mom goes to bed I go to my room. It's really neat, nice rug .nice view. In the morning when she comes down, she opens my door and I burst out. I wiggle all over and jump up and kiss her a whole bunch. She laughs and tries to put on my leash. I don't really mind the leash, but I love to see her try to put it on while I twist and squirm.
I can only tease her a little bit, then she gets serious. Bill does not want me to make her serious just happy, so I finally sit nicely.
Then we go outside. I look around and smell the morning and do my necessaries. Then we go back inside. My face feels funny in the morning so I rub it on the floor. Mom looks at me and laughs, so I do it some more.
Sometimes she lays on the couch and I can see she's getting sad. So when she does this I sit on her head. It's a little lumpy but, usually she stops crying. How can you cry with a dog on your head?
But, sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she can't stop, so I steal what makes her cry...her glasses. I know that is what causes the problem cause she gets off the couch and runs after me. I run as fast as I can till she laughs as hard as she cried.
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I can only tease her a little bit, then she gets serious. Bill does not want me to make her serious just happy, so I finally sit nicely.
Then we go outside. I look around and smell the morning and do my necessaries. Then we go back inside. My face feels funny in the morning so I rub it on the floor. Mom looks at me and laughs, so I do it some more.
Sometimes she lays on the couch and I can see she's getting sad. So when she does this I sit on her head. It's a little lumpy but, usually she stops crying. How can you cry with a dog on your head?
But, sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she can't stop, so I steal what makes her cry...her glasses. I know that is what causes the problem cause she gets off the couch and runs after me. I run as fast as I can till she laughs as hard as she cried.
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Learning where to Poop
Mom was not pleased I'd chosen her carpet as a toilet. What do I know? It's in there and it has to come out. As it comes out of me, I guess poop comes out wherever I am.
Clearly there was more to this piddle and poop thing. She would shake her head and make little tisking noises. Mom contacted her youngest daughter Kelly. She (Kelly not Mom)had raised a lot of dogs and knew a lot about poop and piddle placement.
She (Kelly, another redhead) came to our house and showed me where I had to p&p outside, which was fine when I was outside. But sometimes I'm inside. So Mom keeps following me around with two spray bottles. One takes out my stink and the other one puts in some yucky stink. It didn't take me long to figure out that IF I didn't leave my scent in the house I could avoid the yucky one altogether.
This red head Kelly, I think she likes me. She'll pick me up and kiss my neck until I just melt. When I am in Kelly's arms I'm just a dog, with no messages to convey, no duties to perform. Sometimes a pup just needs to be a dog. Bill's shoes are hard to fill, but I try very hard. I promised him I'd look after her (Mom not Kelly) and do my best to make her happy. You better believe it's a big job. She misses Bill like crazy.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND SEE HOW I MAKE HER HAPPY
Clearly there was more to this piddle and poop thing. She would shake her head and make little tisking noises. Mom contacted her youngest daughter Kelly. She (Kelly not Mom)had raised a lot of dogs and knew a lot about poop and piddle placement.
She (Kelly, another redhead) came to our house and showed me where I had to p&p outside, which was fine when I was outside. But sometimes I'm inside. So Mom keeps following me around with two spray bottles. One takes out my stink and the other one puts in some yucky stink. It didn't take me long to figure out that IF I didn't leave my scent in the house I could avoid the yucky one altogether.
This red head Kelly, I think she likes me. She'll pick me up and kiss my neck until I just melt. When I am in Kelly's arms I'm just a dog, with no messages to convey, no duties to perform. Sometimes a pup just needs to be a dog. Bill's shoes are hard to fill, but I try very hard. I promised him I'd look after her (Mom not Kelly) and do my best to make her happy. You better believe it's a big job. She misses Bill like crazy.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND SEE HOW I MAKE HER HAPPY
Monday, August 10, 2009
My trip to NY
Well, after Mom and I were back at Casey's house, she (Casey not Mom) put me in a cat carrier for a kennel. Hey, dang it I'm no cat. Dog, get it? There is a reason DOG is GOD spelled backwards.
The whole lot of them Mom, Casey, her husband Derwood and the two grandsons Nik and Billy went someplace to eat and watch guys knock each other off of horses. When they finally came back, man did that box stink and was I ever glad to get out.
Then after a while Mom and I went back to a hotel she rented before she bought me. I guess hotels aren't for dogs (go figure) so she smuggled me in.
I kind of missed my mother, brothers and sisters (even the vain sister), so I whimpered at little (just a little, I'm a guy after all) so to keep me quiet Mom let me sleep with her in the Big Bed. It was neat but, man can that woman snore.
Mom would take me to Casey's while they went shopping and stuff. Then at night I went back to the hotel with Mom and the Big Bed.
Well, I guess she got tired of the place cause finally she and the grandson , packed up and put me in the car. I was really little, so the boy Billy held me on his lap. He's an okay guy, he held me nice, but every so often we would stop and he would put a white thing in his mouth and somehow burn the end of of it. Smoke would come out of his mouth and wow, talk about cat carrier stink, whatever that white thing was it was way worse.
We finally stopped for good. Riding is okay but I was glad to get all fours on solid ground. And when we got into that house boy, did I have to poop. So I did.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK TO SEE HOW MOM TRIED TO TEACH ME WHERE TO POOP.
The whole lot of them Mom, Casey, her husband Derwood and the two grandsons Nik and Billy went someplace to eat and watch guys knock each other off of horses. When they finally came back, man did that box stink and was I ever glad to get out.
Then after a while Mom and I went back to a hotel she rented before she bought me. I guess hotels aren't for dogs (go figure) so she smuggled me in.
I kind of missed my mother, brothers and sisters (even the vain sister), so I whimpered at little (just a little, I'm a guy after all) so to keep me quiet Mom let me sleep with her in the Big Bed. It was neat but, man can that woman snore.
Mom would take me to Casey's while they went shopping and stuff. Then at night I went back to the hotel with Mom and the Big Bed.
Well, I guess she got tired of the place cause finally she and the grandson , packed up and put me in the car. I was really little, so the boy Billy held me on his lap. He's an okay guy, he held me nice, but every so often we would stop and he would put a white thing in his mouth and somehow burn the end of of it. Smoke would come out of his mouth and wow, talk about cat carrier stink, whatever that white thing was it was way worse.
We finally stopped for good. Riding is okay but I was glad to get all fours on solid ground. And when we got into that house boy, did I have to poop. So I did.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK TO SEE HOW MOM TRIED TO TEACH ME WHERE TO POOP.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Meeting Bill's Wife
I guess I don't understand how I can be born in IL and take messages to a lady in NY, but I figured God and Bill knew what they were doing.
At first I had six brothers and sisters. Most went to families in Channahon, sold before they were weaned. There were just me and my sister left. We were put in a local pet store with very nice accommodations. My sister was so stuck on herself that she stood in the corner of the display case watching her own reflection hour after hour.
Two ladies came in, one had red hair the other white. The redhead said, "Look at them Mom aren't they cute?"
Sis hovers in the corner, I guess she thought she was so pretty they would pick her.
I studied the lady with the white hair. she had the same sad look as Bill. So I walked right up to her and wagged my tail as hard as I could and jumped up and tried to lick her face.
"Mom look he likes you," the redhead said. Mom (I guess that was her name) replied, "But Casey, we never had male dogs."
Casey just laughed and said, "well maybe it's time you did." Mom reached down and petted me. Her hand smelled nice and I wiggled into her touch. I really, really liked her and I hoped she wouldn't pick my sister.
She (Mom not my sister) smiled a funny half grin and picked me up. I licked and kissed her so much I was running out of spit.
She wrote on a piece of paper, picked me up off of the counter where the man set me and held me to her chest. Then we got in Casey's little car and drove away. I knew she was the right one and I would do my very best so she wouldn't be sad.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND LEARN ABOUT MY TRIP TO NEW YORK
At first I had six brothers and sisters. Most went to families in Channahon, sold before they were weaned. There were just me and my sister left. We were put in a local pet store with very nice accommodations. My sister was so stuck on herself that she stood in the corner of the display case watching her own reflection hour after hour.
Two ladies came in, one had red hair the other white. The redhead said, "Look at them Mom aren't they cute?"
Sis hovers in the corner, I guess she thought she was so pretty they would pick her.
I studied the lady with the white hair. she had the same sad look as Bill. So I walked right up to her and wagged my tail as hard as I could and jumped up and tried to lick her face.
"Mom look he likes you," the redhead said. Mom (I guess that was her name) replied, "But Casey, we never had male dogs."
Casey just laughed and said, "well maybe it's time you did." Mom reached down and petted me. Her hand smelled nice and I wiggled into her touch. I really, really liked her and I hoped she wouldn't pick my sister.
She (Mom not my sister) smiled a funny half grin and picked me up. I licked and kissed her so much I was running out of spit.
She wrote on a piece of paper, picked me up off of the counter where the man set me and held me to her chest. Then we got in Casey's little car and drove away. I knew she was the right one and I would do my very best so she wouldn't be sad.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND LEARN ABOUT MY TRIP TO NEW YORK
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