I've been thinking!

I've been living with Dave and Pat since September and I can't begin to tell you about all the things I've experienced. First off, there sure are lots of things a little doggie needs to learn. And it seems like Dave and Pat like to repeat themselves a lot. Gee, they must think I'm hard of hearing or something. Take the word "come" for example. I know what that means but every time I go under the couch they have to say it soooo many times to get me out from under the couch. What else is funny is that Pat says it louder and softer then when she stops saying it, I know I've teased her enough so I crawl out with my sympathetic look on. Dave on the other hand gets louder. He likes to pat on the floor. I don't know what that's all about. I finally give in but its fun seeing them go through their exercises.

I really enjoy going outside but I just don't seem to understand is that they take me out about every two hours. I mean, I really like going out but Pat likes short walks and Dave mostly takes me for longer walks. I like being outside because I get to see all these fun things. For example, check out these two big birds. Man, I'd like to chase them but Dave doesn't let me get too close to them. I just bark at them and they get the message they better not mess with me.

But the thing that really confuses me is this going potty outside! I just don't get it. I go potty inside and they go nuts on me. Pat even puts my nose close to my mess. Heck, what's with that, I know what my mess smells like! Besides, what's with this double standard, they correct me about going potty in the house when they go potty in the house all the time!

I guess I've got to be like all the other pet dogs in the neighborhood and use the grass of all the yards.

 

My domain seems to be the house and any body's lap I can sit on. I can jump on three chairs and go any where I want in the house... well almost everywhere. They like closing doors so I have to stay in the part of the house they are in.

There is one thing both Dave and Pat have been really getting on me about and I can't help myself. Every now and then while playing I end up next to a corner of their furniture. I don't know what it is but it feels great on my teeth. Hey, what's so bad about a little chew on the corner of their wood. It's soft, I don't want to eat it, it's just something I've got to do! I think this is like the "potty thing in the house" I've just got to try to stop upsetting them so much. I really should stop, their scolding me is cutting into my lap time!

 

Does this face look like the face of a trouble maker?

I'll just have to be content with my toys. Hey, they let me leave them any place I want.

 

 

I will say, there is one thing I've just got to have. It's this chewy thing they give me in the morning and evening. I can't help myself. I've got to have it. I even have to go over by the sink (that's where they keep the container for these things) and bark at the counter! I swear, sometimes I think they like to make me wait for them to get me this snack.

 



 

At first, Dave used to hold the chewy for me when it got too small. 

Now that I'm much bigger I can hold it myself.

That's kinda how I spend my days. Although, I think I like curling up on Pat or Dave's lap more than anything.

 

I'm getting used to their house. After all, its mine too. I'm getting to know the routine when they're about to leave me alone. First, they begin talking real nice to me as they head toward the front door. I know I'm going to be a loner when the doggie gate is snapped between the walls. Then, Pat drops a couple treats on the floor near my water. (They don't think I can tell a deception! But I can't help myself when I see the treats on the floor. They get away every time!)

 

I even line up my toys so everything is nice and neat when they come home.

 

I don't mind being alone. After all, I'm in my own home. I'm secure and I can always go into my security crate and nap but I'm still just a puppy what do you expect.

 

Don't worry about me though, because when provoked I become

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"The Devil dog"

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