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.