Just call me Sherlock

I know I woke my mommy up this morning by chewing on my toy, Violet, and literally squeaking it every second for about three minutes.  I get thrilled to death hearing the sound of that cute little worm.  I finally decided to leave her alone and took Violet out into the family room.  I knew her alarm clock was about to go off and I was right, at 7:00, her alarm clock went off.  She gets up and does everything she needs to do to get ready for the day.  I was laying on her bed waiting for my daddy to get finished with his shower, so I could take him for a walk and my mommy told me to get off the bed, so she could make it.  Like a dutiful little girl, I jumped off the bed, but decided to get my toy and see if she would like to play a little bit before the walk.  I became frantic because I couldn't find my toy.  I have two blankets in my bed and I was sticking my nose between those to see if I could find my toy, but it was nowhere in my bed.  I knew my mommy had been watching me all this time, but all of a sudden I hear her raise her voice and say "Holy Shit Sherlock, you are actually using your nose to lift and look UNDER your bed for your toy?"  Then she said, "Missy, you are the smartest little girl I have ever known".  Instinct baby, instinct is all I can say.  My mommy apologized for saying that "s" word, but I told her I know she was in such amazement, that I'd let it go this one time.  I didn't find my toy in the bedroom, but when we went into the family room, there it was.  Thank the Lord.  I don't know what I would do without Violet.

R E S P E C T

Not only did my sister and her roommate/best friend Lisa sing this song in a silly college video, but my mommy tells me I have more respect than a lot of people that she knows.  My mommy tells me that I am so respectful and for a dog, that is really something.  Let's check this out.  The definition of "respect" from my mommy's grade school dictionary is as follows :  1. honor; esteem (check), 2. care, consideration (check).  There are more definitions, but these two have more to do with the reason she told me I was respectful.  I know when my mommy is still asleep.  Well, she might be awake, but it looks like she's sleeping.  I used to tear into the bed

Okay, So I Thought I Could Fool Him

Last night, at my normal 8:30 scheduled time, my dad took me outside to go potty, but  I rarely go potty...I just want the yummy.  I mention 8:30, because that is when my mommy calls Grandma and always says "I'm giving you my good night call", and I recognize that statement every night and consider that my cue.  I ran into the room where he was and started telling him (literally) that it was time to go out potty and then he picks me up and carries me out.  I do realize I live the life of Reilly and consider myself quite lucky. Once we are outside, he puts me down on the ground and I smell and walk around and then he told me to "Go potty".  This is rare because he usually doesn't say anything to me.  Now, I didn't really have to go potty, but since he's so nice to carry me outside, I thought I'd make him happy and just move my back legs, as if I'm covering up where I went potty.  I honestly thought that I fooled him, but when we came back into the house (I walked in on my own, by the way) and he told my mommy what I did.  I guess I didn't fool him after all, but he still gave me a yummy.  Life is so good.

Monday Night Fight

If you look very closely, you will see my green dinosaur and my Violet, thus her name, in my bed.  Last night I decided that my beloved dinosaur, which I actually picked out all by myself at Petsmart, was going to be with me all night. 

When it was time to go to bed, my Mommy said that all my toys that were laying on the rug needed to get into their basket, so they could go to sleep.  She stood there looking at me and telling me to put them into my bed.  I looked back at her as if to say "What are you, nuts?" and ignored her request.  Since I didn't budge, as usual, she did it herself.  The minute she put all my toys into the basket, I ran over there and took my dinosaur out and decided it was time to play.  She said "No, Missy, it's time to go to bed.  Let's put the toy back in the basket".  She took my toy and put it back and I instantly ran to the basket and got my toy in my mouth once again and took it over to the rug. I was still thinking play time even though I knew it was time for bed.  Now, I've heard stories of three chances and your out, but she continued to stay calm.  She took my toy once again and put it back in the basket.  This time I decided I was going to get my toy and make a run for it.  The second she put it back in my basket, I tore up behind her, grabbed the toy in my mouth and headed for the bedroom.  She gave up and I WON!!!!  She told me that it was okay if I wanted two toys in bed last night.  I was so happy and laid my head down and went right to sleep.  You know, if she would have just left the toys out on the floor, I would not have even thought about taking my buddy into bed.  I doubt if she will learn from this though.  Just leave them where they are.

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.