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.