I'M BACK

Hi Everyone,

I'm back, which can be taken in two ways.  I'm back on my blog, plus I'm back from the beauty salon.  It really doesn't take that long when my Mom takes me.  My appointment was at 11:00 and I was finished by 12:45.  When my mom came to pick me up, Terry, the lady that grooms me, said she had to use a "blade" that made my hair shorter because I was matted around my neckline.  My mom said she knew that, and has been trying to get the mats out, but I guess she couldn't.  Now my hair is, let's say "buzzed" and I'm cute, so that's all that matters.  I guess I'll just have to go sooner the next time and let my mommy brush me when my hair begins to grow out.  Anyway, when I got home and my mommy came outside with me, I decided I didn't like the way that I smelled, SO, I rolled and rolled and rolled all over the back yard.  Now I smell like my old self again and I am a happy girl to be back home.

Don't Let the Night Time Bugs Bite

Last night I was being a good little girl, laying in my bed and trying to go to sleep, like my Mommy and all of a sudden I see something moving on the floor.  I've never claimed bravery, so I get out of my bed and start heading out of the bedroom.  All of a sudden I hear my Mommy say my name and telling me to come back in the bedroom.  I came back in, like a dutiful little doggy, and started smelling over by the chair.  By this time, my Mommy is up and she sees IT........a medium sized bug crawling on the floor.  She didn't have anything at the time to kill it, so she hurried out to the kitchen, with me behind her (I wasn't going to stay in that bedroom alone with a bug) so she could get the fly swatter and some paper towels to pick it up after it's demise.  We hurry back into the bedroom and there it was, ready to scamper under the bed.  She smacked it, but didn't get it.  I looked at her as if to say "What the #%!@ is that thing?"  I was wondering if I should be scared she might smack me with it.  Anyway, we waited...Mommy sitting in the chair, I in my bed.  Mommy decided to get the flashlight out and was going to get down on the floor to look under the bed when she suddenly saw it over by her dresser.  As I watched, she went over there and smacked the heck out of it and then picked it up with a paper towel and dumped it in the garbage.  She doesn't know what kind of bug it was, but at least it's gone and I more-or-less stuck by her side. She told me I was a good girl and relatively brave.  She then went back to bed and guess what?  I jumped up on the bed and laid as close to her as I could.  When I finally felt a little better, I got back into my own bed, but Mommy did comfort me and showed me that we always have to try and be brave.

I'm Cool and I'm Cool

Ah, all that hair is finally gone.  My mommy finally took me to the beauty salon and I am officially beautiful, once again.  They probably got 3 pounds of fur off from my body and now I am so much cooler meaning temperature wise and I am cooler meaning I am so pretty too.  I wasn't quite done when my mommy came to get me, but I just stood up on the table and didn't even make a fuss.  I had my tail down between my legs because I wanted my mommy to see I was not a happy camper to have someone else touching me, but on the other hand, it was good to have my hair done.  My Lord, there was another dog that looked like me, but she had a big "poof" on the top of her head and when my mom came in, I guess she thought it was her mom because she just started going nuts.  Terry, the owner of the salon, told this dog to quiet down, that it wasn't her mom.  I was standing up there thinking, that's my mom, not yours.  Anyway, my mommy wanted to take a picture of me, but I'm going to take a nap because I am so worn out.  Maybe I'll let her do it later.  Night, night.

How Dare She

My mommy did it, the most dastardly thing a person can do to a doggy's toy.  SHE WASHED IT.  Last weekend, one of my sisters, and you know who you are, told my mom that she needed to wash my toy, Violet.  So, what did she do today when she did her laundry?  She stuck Violet in the washing machine and the dryer.  So, Violet is clean now, but it's going to take me a while to get used to her smell.  I played with her some, but please mommy, don't wash her again.  I need to get her back to her normal smell.

Gingerly Walking to the Toy Basket

I haven't done very many exciting things lately, so my mommy hasn't written on my blog.  I decided it was about time to change this and make my mom's mouth drop wide open.  As I have mentioned before, she bought me a basket to put my toys in, and then I could get them out myself.  I usually get one or two out each morning and just leave them on the rug in the family room.  She has talked to me about putting my toys away at night, but to no avail.  Last night my mom was sitting on the couch, watching television, and she sees me walking gingerly out to the family room.  I had my favorite toy Violet in my mouth and walked over to the toy basket.  I dropped Violet right in the basket and left her there, laying with the other toys.  I looked at my mommy and her mouth had dropped open.  She said she could not believe that I actually brought my toy out and put it in the basket.  Violet had been in the bedroom all by herself and I thought maybe she was lonesome and being the good friend that I am to her, I brought her out to be with the other toys.  When it was time to go to bed, my mommy told me to get Violet out of the basket and bring her to bed, but I didn't want to.  I'm not sure why, but I thought maybe she would like to spend the night with the other toys.  Maybe I'm trying to give her up, like a child gives up their blanket.  Nevertheless,  my mom picked Violet up  because she was afraid I would be lonesome for Violet and brought her into the bedroom.  I usually have my paw on Violet when I fall asleep, so I know I'm safe.  I'm glad I made my mommy amazed at me and so happy.  Maybe if I bring Violet out again tonight and put her in the basket, my mom might get a hint.

Don't Slam the Door in my Face

This morning my dad went back to bed at 7:00 this morning....we won't mention why, and it made me very angry.  I'd like to use a different word that starts with a "P", but I am only about 3 years old and I think my mommy would not like that too well.  Just ask me how I know that word....ha ha.  It would not have been so bad, BUT my mommy was in the shower, and I saw absolutely no reason why he had to close the door to the room he was in.  I could have been in the room with him and not bothered him, but whatever.   So, being the dog that I am, I decided to go and discover what was up on the end table by the bed.  Oh, what did I find you ask?  A completely big glass of water that I decided to take a drink out of.  When my mommy was done with her shower and making the bed, she felt the floor was wet and of course her first thought was that I tinkled on the floor, but then she saw the glass was tipped over.  There was water all over the end table and the floor.  She didn't get upset at me at first because I was out in the other room   But duh, stupid me, when I did come back in the room, I got up on the bed and put my feet on the end table. My mommy was standing right there.  Whoops....guilty.  I imagine in the future, she will move the glass when she gets up, just like she does in the family room.  I'm sorry mommy I am causing you more problems, but you have to remember one thing,  I am young and I still have puppy in me, but I love you very much  :-)

Forget Social

I know that a lot of doggies like each other, but I am not one of them.  Apparently I am like most of the other dogs my parents have had.  They never liked other animals; it's either all about them and me, or forget it.

Yesterday my mommy took me to the neighbor in back of us because the neighbor has a dog named Duchess.  Marcy (the neighbor) was talking to my mom the other day and said it would be nice for us (Duchess and myself) to play.  When I heard that, I thought I didn't want to play with that dog, all she does is bark, bark, and bark.  She never shuts up.  I have to admit that when I go outside to go potty, I will stand by the fence and whine sometimes, but I hear different barks and I am afraid she might be hurt or something else is wrong.  Anyway, I went to Marcy's house with my mom (she carried me) and she put me down on the floor when we got inside, and of course, the normal doggy thing happened....my butt was being smelled.  Now, I know this is normal dog behavior, but hey I DON'T DO THAT.  I do not care what other dogs smell like in that area, so leave me alone.  I started growling after a few minutes, so my mom picked me up.  We still stayed there for a little bit so my mom's neighbor and herself could talk for a little bit.  The whole time we were there, my mommy held me on her lap and each time I saw Duchess, I growled like crazy.  I just wish she would not come near me.  My mom kept saying Duchess was such a good girl (whoop-dee-doo) and that I wasn't being very nice, but do you think I cared?  Nope I did not care one bit.  I was in my mommy's arms and that is all I needed.  I am happy being an only child so whatever.  After a while, my mommy brought me home and I was finally happy and laid down and went to sleep on my own floor.

...and I Think I'm Getting Away With Something.

Once upon a time, I only had three toys.  For the life of me, I never realized I had a whole bunch of toys.  My mommy had this plastic milk can in the family room and it had doggy toys in it.  Obviously I didn't know they were in this container, even though they had offered me different toys before.  Yesterday, that big milk can disappeared and now there is a nice little basket (my size) that I can see all the different toys that they have for me.  For some reason, I automatically knew that basket and toys were for ME!!!  When I am alone, I go through this basket and find other fun things to play with and take outside.  When my mommy got home from the doctor today, it was super windy, so she went outside to put the trash can in front of the gate to make sure it didn't blow open and what to her wondering eyes did appear?  There on the patio was a little white toy that was shaped like a baby and my dad's stocking cap.  She asked me how in the heck did I get that hat, but I'm not telling.  She told me she wants to try and teach me how to put my toys away at night, but good luck with that one.  Maybe, just maybe if I get enough treats, I'll do it.  I'm not going to promise that one though.  I'm sure if I do end up taking care of my toys, it will end up on my blog.

The Alarm Clock Wouldn't Stop

My mommy got up earlier than normal for reasons she told me not to mention.  She was in the bathroom putting on her make-up and she had forgotten to turn her alarm clock off.  I know what that sound is, because when she's asleep and it goes off in the morning, I know that's my cue to go in and jump on her...hehehe.  Anyway, I knew she was in the bathroom, like I already said, so I ran in the bathroom and then looked at the bedroom.  She  hadn't heard the alarm going off until I ran to the bathroom, so then she started walking toward the bedroom to shut it off.  I'm faster than her though, so I ran really hard to the bedroom and jumped on the bed.  I put my feet on the night table where the clock is and she doesn't know it, but I was going to put it in my mouth and bring it to her, but she beat me to it and turned it off.  I must say though, she was completely impressed with me and told me I was the smartest little girl she ever knew.  That was so nice.

I Literally Saw The Easter Bunny

If you have read all my posts, you will see that I have learned some news words since my mommy adopted me.  Well, the word for today is "IRONIC".  Today is Easter, so they tell me.  Early this morning, before they went to church, my daddy took me for a walk around the block.  That is our normal morning activity.  Anyway, we were almost home and when we got to the lady's house which is in back of our house, low and behold, there was this little brown animal with long adorable ears and short little legs, on the lady's lawn.  I literally could not believe my eyes.  I started barking and pulling on my leash, but my dad wouldn't let me go and meet him/her.  I actually scared it away with my barking, and that made me feel bad.  It hopped across the street.  It was odd that it couldn't run like I do, but it had such short little legs, I guess hopping was it's only option.

My dad explained the meaning or "ironic" to me and said it was pretty "ironic" that I saw this bunny on Easter and it must have been the Easter Bunny.  We never have rabbits in our area, so where he/she came from is a mystery.  Maybe somebody owned it and it got away.  I don't know how many people or animals can say they actually saw the Easter Bunny on Easter, but I sure did and yes, it was "ironic".

I am the Best Watch Dog Ever

When they say stop and smell the roses, I didn't even know what that meant.  All I know is that my dad came in with some "things" in his hand and then he put these things in what they call a vase.  I honestly had no clue what that was, so I went ballistic and barked like crazy.  Normally there is nothing in the spot where he put that vase, so I thought it was an intruder.  My mommy picked me up to let me "Smell the roses" and now I realize they will not hurt anyone.  It was pretty funny, but hey, I was just doing my job.

Exploration Isn't Always The Best Thing To Do.

My mom was pretty upset when she couldn't find me.  You know the old saying, "If Mom isn't happy, then nobody is happy".  I don't know if that's exactly how it goes, but I really wasn't hiding from her.  I was outside for quite a long time and I guess she suddenly realized that she had not seen me for a while.  I saw her open the back door and look out the door to her LEFT (duh, I was to her right) and she didn't see me, so she shut the door and apparently went and looked around the rest of the house.  When she couldn't find me, she looked out back again, and good for you Mommy, you looked to your right and there I was wiggling and wagging my tail.  I was on the other side of the fence where the pool is.  She was somewhat upset, but opened the gate, let me in the house and then picked me up and gave me a hug.  I guess she was scared I had run away.  I'm not telling how I got on the other side of the fence, so she is going to have to just keep an eye on me. 

Before and After

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After  











Okay, here I am and I survived my first haircut...aren't I beautiful?  I know it's a little hard to see how long my hair was before Mommy took me to Hot Dogs and Cool Cats, but it was.  She was so worried about me and the groomers because she thought I would give them a hard time, but they told my mommy I was good.  HA I fooled her.  On top of everything else, it only took one hour and I was done.  Oh it feels so good to have all that fur cut off.  As soon as I got home I rolled and rolled on the rug in the family room.  I am now all ready for Easter and the warm weather which is on its way.  Thank you mommy and thank my groomer.  I would just like to give a shout-out about Hot Dogs and Cool Cats.  It is on Bell Rd., just East of 35th Ave., on the left-hand side of the road if you are going East. If you cats or dogs need grooming, go there because they are so nice.

Success

This is going to be short, but I just wanted to let all my followers know that the baby play pen worked.  I slept in it all night long, with my bed in it, and had no problems.  My mommy said it beats spending money on a crate and making me feel trapped.  At least the play pen is open on the top.

Watch for my next post on Friday.

I really messed up now....

I know I have not written in a while, but my mommy was sick and once she got well, she had stuff to do.

I have been getting in trouble because once again, I have been going potty on the floor.  First off, I think I do it at night because I guess I'm afraid to go outside alone in the dark and my parents are sleeping.  Next, I think I do it just to be ornery because there have been more occasions that I have tinkled right on the floor, during the day, by my daddy's computer room.  Sometimes I get a little ticked off if they are not paying attention to me.  My mommy has a baby play pen and instead of getting me a crate, she's going to try and use the play pen, only at night, and see if that will take care of the problem.  My mommy doesn't really believe in crates....bless her little heart.   I think it will be okay because I will be right beside her bed and she told me that she will put water in the play pen too, along with my bed.  Let's just hope I don't spill the water.   I'm pretty good at learning new things.

I hope this will work out for me, my mommy and daddy because they are tired of cleaning up my messes.

BTW, stay tuned for next week because next Friday I'm going to the doggy beauty salon and I am going to get my hair done.  My mommy already told the lady (Terry) that I am quite the handful, but Terry said it's okay.  I'll try and be good, but I'm not going to make any promises :- )

Forget the baths, but say "YES" to the sweater.

To start this blog, I just want to mention that my mommy did change my name to Missy "O'Shoot" from Missy "O'Shit".  She thought that might be offensive to some people and she doesn't want me to have an offensive name, so from now on, I will be known as Missy O'Shoot.

Now that I've explained all that to you, I must touch upon a very sticky subject...BATHS!!!!  I do not like them, I will never like them and I have no clue how my parents are going to get anyone to "groom" me.  I have no plans of changing my mind on this subject.  A few days ago, my mommy got this idea in her head that she was going to give me a bath in the bathtub.  She had the bathroom door open and I was sitting by the door and looking into the bathroom.  My mommy kept telling me to come into the bathroom for a bath.  I had lots to tell her about what I thought of that idea.  I carried on for at least 2 minutes in different tones.  I was telling her that I didn't want to have a bath, I really wasn't that dirty and I love and trust her, but that wasn't enough for me to plunge into that big white thing.  I kept begging and pleading to not have a bath and she just stood there laughing.  She told me I had such a pathetic, bewildered and demanding tone to my cries, that she knew I was really upset and trying to talk her out of the bath.  Well, all my pleading didn't work and as I fought as hard as I could, I still ended up getting a bath.

Since the weather has been getting warmer, my mommy would not put my sweater on me.  Because of that, I would not get into my bed at bedtime.  I think I told you earlier how much I love my sweater at night.  My mom puts pajamas on and my sweater is like my pajamas.  Yesterday it got a little chilly again, where I live, so she put my sweater on me last night.  In appreciation for her love and care, I jumped right into my bed with no arguments.  It made her very happy and she kept telling me I was a "good girl".  My mommy does ask me though, "What are we going to do this summer"?  I know it reaches 115 in the summer and even though we have air conditioning, I'm still going to get very hot, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.  I will always say "YES" to the sweater.

New Lessons About Life

The other night when my daddy took me outside to go potty before bedtime, I couldn't do it.  I knew my sisters were inside the house and I didn't want to miss one moment of being with them.  I simply ignored my dad and raced back through my doggy door.  Thank goodness they were still there.  I just love it when they come and visit me; it's so much fun.

After my sisters left, then it was really bedtime, so my mom took me back outside.  I messed around and was taking my time, so my mommy asked me if I'd hurry up.  Because she spoke, the doggy (Duchess) next door started barking.  I ran over to the corner of the fence where I thought she was and I started whining.  I don't think she heard me, but I was concerned that she was alone or scared.  I was showing compassion.

Speaking of compassion, my mommy is starting to teach me compassion, politeness, and love.  She tells me that we should all love one another whether we are humans or animals.  There is absolutely no reason to hate.  Hate should not even be a word in the English language.  Here is a little song that my mommy taught me:

                                    Jesus loves the little doggies
                                    All the doggies in the world
                                    Red, yellow, brown, black and white
                                    We are precious in his sight
                                    Jesus loves the little doggies of the world.

I like that song and will try and remember it for a lifetime, like my mommy did.

Boring

At the moment, my life is a little boring, so I really don't have much to write about.  My mommy is sick with Bronchitis and my daddy is hiking.  I did, however, sleep in this morning.  When my mommies alarm went off at 7:00 this morning, I opened my eyes, just like my mom, jumped out of my bed, not like my mom, and ran outside to go potty.  I have to pat myself on the back, with one of my paws, that I am smart enough to run outside.  We sure don't want anymore tinkling on the carpet :-)  I guess that's it for now...see, boring.  I'll write again later.  Oh, BTW, Happy St. Patrick's Day.  It's pretty obvious I am somewhat Irish, considering my name...Missy O'Shit  :-)

Oh, Oh...

As you can see, Mr. Bear is whispering in my ear. I know I have told everyone that my favorite toy is Violet, but once in a while I want a change, SO, I found the red teddy bear, that I'm not supposed to play with, and believed what he was telling me.  My mommy was at the computer next to the bedroom where Mr. Bear is, and I came running out with the bear in my mouth and saw her sitting there.  I knew I wasn't supposed to have the bear,but he told me to do it, so I picked him up.  I guess I am impressionable. The minute I saw my mom, I dropped it and ran in the other direction.  She was nice about it, but got the bear and put it up in the closet.  Then she decided to get a picture of me with the bear.  That bear is really soft though and I wish I could play with it.  She still has a huge white bear on the other bed, but since it's bigger than me, it would be quite the scene to have me pull it off the bed and carry it around.

Speaking of Violet, here she is.  Nine times out of ten, she is by my side.  I like to take her outside and run around the yard with her.  Believe it or not, I have many talents.  One example of my talents is that I had Violet out with me the other day and while holding her in my mouth, I felt the urge to take a l_ _k and managed to do both at the same time.  My mom was cracking up.

Last night I was so excited because my sisters came up to visit.  I sure know the difference between the two of them.  One is more laid back and the other likes to play wild with me and I love it.  The minute she sits down on the couch, I will slither over to her and start patting her with my paws.  That is code for "Let's play" and she never disappoints me.  When I get worn out, I will go over to my other sister and sit on her lap and rest.  Life is good.

Help, I'm Addicted

I have a problem, I'm addicted.  No, I'm not an alcoholic, or a drug user, but I am addicted to stealing adorable, soft little objects.  My mommy had to take all of her stuffed animals off the bed and put them up in the closet.  I have now discovered that I can jump up on one of my sister's old bed and steal the nice red teddy bear that sits on the bed.  Let's see now, how many things have I taken to "play" with so far, besides my regular toys.  There's 1) The little pillow from the couch, 2) a bag that has shingles in it for Tracy's old playhouse, 3) socks, 4) towels, etc.  When I see that I want something, nothing will stop me.  Speaking of the shingles, they are in a plastic bag behind the chair in the bedroom.  Now imagine this.  At the time I stole them, I weighed 11 pounds and I moved "my" doggy bed out of the way and squeezed behind the chair and pulled that plastic bag out from behind the chair.  Once I found out that it wasn't soft and cuddly, I didn't want it anymore, so I just left it where it was.  Not to pat myself on the back, but I thought I was pretty smart to carry out three steps and I wasn't even a year old yet.  I happen to know some people that can't even handle two steps, but I won't name names.

I'm a happy doggy.  There are times that I have way too much energy and you could think of me as a cartoon character.  My speed could be compared to the "Roadrunner" even though I don't say "beep, beep".  My parents have a laminate wooden floor, so when I "try" to take off very fast, my feet move, but I don't.  The sound on the floor is hilarious.  I don't think it's that funny, but my family laughs like crazy.  Once I finally start moving, my mom will yell for me to come back to her, so I turn around and I slide..there's no other word for it than slide.  After I have finally stopped, I turn around and the same thing happens.  My feet are moving, but my body isn't.  It is never ending.

I guess that's it for now.  I'm going to go and find my sun glasses and then lay in the sunshine, with a book about "Doggy Addictions".  Hopefully it will help me.

Mirrors

Yesterday I told you about a little problem I had, tinkling in the living room, but I had a whole evening to think about this and I'm not so sure I'm the only dog in this house.  It seems that when I go into other rooms of the house, I actually see other dogs that looks exactly like me.  How does my mommy know that it's not one of them that tinkles occasionally, in places other than outside?  I go into the computer room and will peek around the desk and there is this dog.  She is white, small, furry, long legs and really a little doll........wait a minute, that's me, I'm describing myself.  I don't understand how that can be.  I will growl and bark at these other dogs, but they will not go away.  Then I go into the bedroom and jump up on the bed and what do I see across the room?  Another dog who is staring at me.  It happens everywhere I go in the house.  The only safe place seems to be outside. When I am out there though, all I hear is the dog in back of us barking and barking and barking.  She never shuts up unless her owner takes her inside.  Once in a while I get so irritated I will bark back at her and I'm actually telling her to "Shut up"....sorry, it just upsets me and makes me so nervous. Speaking of noise, I would also like to mention that the pounding on the roof has stopped, which makes me very happy.  That was nerve wracking too.  I have a feeling the rest of the day will be fine, so I'll talk to you tomorrow.

March 7, 2011

Well, today has been one noisy day.  My parents had to have a new roof put on (new shingles) because of a horrible hail storm a few months ago.  All I have heard all day long is pounding and the nail gun.

As usual, I tried to wake my mommy up by walking all over her this morning, but she wouldn't wake up.  I curled up by her legs, but finally gave up and got back into my bed.  Finally at 7:00 she got up.  I am always so happy in the morning and totally want to play.  I run and run and run with my favorite toy.  You know, just thinking....I have never named my toy.  I think I'm going to call it Violet because that's what color it is.  Yes, Violet is a good name.

My mom got upset with me today because once again, I went potty in the living room.  See, my daddy was going to go out the front door for a minute and he didn't put the gate back up, so I couldn't go into the living room.  He had just had me outside and I went tinkle out there, but I guess I saved just enough for a situation like I was in.  He went outside, so I ran into the living room and tinkled AGAIN.  Honestly mommy, I don't know why I do it.  It just happens.  I know you had other dogs before me and I must smell their scent and just want my scent to be in there.  Anyway, like I said, mommy wasn't too happy.  We sat on the couch in the family room and she kept asking me why I keep doing that.  She kept asking me, and I accidentally "yawned".  I'm so sorry mommy, I wasn't bored with you, I just couldn't help it.  Mommy made me go down to the other end of the couch and wouldn't talk to me for a while, but I looked at her with my sad eyes and she gave in.  We are buddies once again.  The way I have heard, the same thing used to happen with my sisters.  Not tinkling, but looking at her with their sad eyes and she would feel sorry for them and they were buddies again.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better and those people on top of the house will be gone and I can go out the doggy door.

The "Tails" of Missy O'Shit

Hi everyone, my name is Missy O'Shit.  I just turned one-year old on March 2nd, so I am no longer a puppy.  My mommy and daddy have had me for a little over two months.  My mommy stood in line for almost three hours in order to be the first person to look at me and adopt me.  Sure enough, the minute she saw me, she fell in love with me.  My mommy bought me and took me home.  The people that turned me into the Humane Society had found me and my brother walking the streets of Phoenix.  They could only keep us for a little while and I guess could  not afford to keep us, so they took us to the Humane Society.

The reason my parents named me "Missy O'Shit" is because they had a different doggy before me and her name was Missy.  Because my mommy kept calling me "Missy" and would then say "Oh shit", she decided to just give in and name me Missy O'Shit.  At the Humane Society, they said my name was "Fluffy", but when my mommy got me home and would call me by that name, I didn't respond to it, so that's why she changed my name also.  I do respond to Missy, so I guess it is good that she changed it.

I have had a great time at my new home.  I get to get up on the couch, play outside with my mommy and daddy and my two sisters when they come over, and I have lots of toys to play with.  My favorite toy looks like a long doggy...I LOVE it.  I will tear through the house with it.  I have my own bed right by my mommy's side at night.  After my daddy gets up and we go outside and he uses his treadmill, I will run back into the bedroom, jump on the bed and walk on top of my mommy.  She pretends to be asleep, but I know that she's awake.  How could she stay asleep?  One time I went in there and put one of  my front paws on her shoulder and then I peeked towards her face to see if her eyes were open...they were and she said hello to me, which ticked me pink.

I do not like to be ignored, so if my daddy is on his computer and his back is turned to me, I like to scare him with a small bark.  It's pretty funny actually, to see him jump.  I will bark at my mommy too if she comes in the house and doesn't talk to me right away.  I will talk and talk and talk to her until she picked me up.  Of course I expect a "yummy" too and they usually give me one.

Now that I'm one-year old, I seem to be spreading my wings further and am trying new things.  My latest endeavor is to claim a little pillow that was on the couch.  I think my mom has given up and is going to just let me have it.  I saw it in my bed.  I know that I'm spoiled, but I think she likes to spoil me.