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Sometimes I Don’t Make Wise Decisions…

October 28th, 2009

Today my mommy has the day off (finally!!!) so she took me to a waterfront park I hadn’t been to before. I was a little confused because when we got to the street my favorite one is on, we just kept on walking! Well, the park we went to today had a small pebbly beach that we visited. However, it also had tall stone walls around the perimeter of the little beach. We had been playing by the water when I decided I was done. When my mom had her back turned for a split second, I decided to make a run for it and she turned around just in time to see me JUMP up a 3 1/2 foot wall to try to get back to the sidewalk. I tried really really hard, but I didn’t quite make it and my mom ran to me to facilitate my fall. I didn’t know what to expect since I’ve never attempted a wall that tall before, but I’m pretty sure next time I’ll conquer that thing. I don’t really care about my mom’s sanity 🙂

Getting My Feet Wet

October 23rd, 2009

When redhairmommy and blondemommy adopted me when I was 3 months old, they knew they were going to find out all sorts of exciting things about me. They would take me for walks and learned that I liked to carry things while I walk, they discovered that after they gave me a talking to for peeing in the house, I never EVER did it again. They got me at the end of July, so I used to go for evening and morning walks cuz it was hot in the summer. What they noticed, was that I would occasionally wander off into the middle of the street, and once they started paying more attention to when I was pulling these shennanigans, they began to see that I would always avoid houses with sprinklers in their yard. It was then that they learned that I hated water. Here I was, 3 months old, and would not go NEAR a drop of water (well, besides to drink). They didn’t know much about my history, except for the fact that I was found (along with my brothers and sisters) in a cardboard box, underneath a car, in the middle of a parking lot. They probably never will know what happened to make me hate water. My mommy thinks fondly of the first time she gave me a bath and ended up with big red scratches covering her entire body from me trying to escape the water torture (by “fondly”, I mean “not fondly”). However, it’s funny how things change. As you have read in my previous posts, I quite like it out here in WA. Yesterday, my mommy took me down to the lake and she walked with me down a dock. She thought I looked like I wanted to jump in the water, and she was scared because I’ve never gone swimming before. But because I looked so interested in the water, she took me down to the boat landing and let me sniff the lake. Well, I did more than sniff. I got in it…all the way up to my elbows/knees!!!! My mom was floored because this was a huge step for me, one I haden’t done in all my 5 1/2 years. I am no longer letting my fear of water get in the way of me discovering the world I live in. Maybe next time I can learn how to snorkel…


October 22nd, 2009

Last night was the best night of my life. I had eaten the last of my canned chicken EVO the night before, so I was worried that I was not going to get a good dinner. Well, when my mom got home from work, she put on my harness (which I am surprised that I get tons of comments about!), and took me down to the lake. On our way back from the park, she surprised me by stopping in at Barkz, my favorite store!!! They didn’t have any EVO there, but I’ll tell ya what they DID have…canned meat. Pure, rich, unadulturated, meat. Seriously, that’s the only ingredient besides water. So last night, in honor of my friend Yoda, I got my first taste of rabbit. It was awesome. I begged and pleaded for more, but my cute face was not enough to sway my mom’s decision (she says my gramma and grandpa are spoiling me and I’m starting to gain weight…bah). So I must wait until tonight when I get to feast upon buffalo. Perhaps it will remind me of my past life as a dog living in the Wild West, where I had to fight for my land, where I had to hunt for my food, where I…oh who am I kidding. I just want my friggin dinner.


October 14th, 2009

Mom gave me another bath today. I was like, “Mom, you JUST gave me a bath last month”, but she did it anyways. I think she was punishing me. You see, when I sleep at night, I like to sleep loudly. I snore, I have puppy dreams (which means I whimper and shake trying to catch something awesome!), and I get up a million times to circle and plop down again. This wakes the blonde one up…a lot. Well, last night, I decided to take it easy and sleep peacefully. When mom woke up this morning, she didn’t hear me breathing, she couldn’t feel me moving, and she kinda got worried until she pet me and I put my head up. So today she gave me a bath. I’m sure the two are related. I have decided that I will be back to my noisy self tonight, just to teach the human a lesson…