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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Exploring, a haircut and a party!

I think I'm getting a handle on what's going on in this house with Dave and Pat. As hard as I try I have to live by their schedule. I gave up waking Dave up at two or three in the morning. I was beginning to feel bad for him. They have me on a structured schedule for walks and feeding times. Its not all that bad. I'm pretty active, Dave plays with me lots of times during the day and I get to snuggle with Pat a lot! And I really like that.

The best part of my day is what happens just after I get Dave up. He takes me out for my walk and then when we go back in the house, I make a bee-line to Pat's side of the bed. I bark and jump at the bed until she gets up. Then she picks me up and takes me to her chair so I can snuggle on her thick, soft house coat. I'm nice and warm and really comfy. Lately, Pat's been playing tricks on me by getting on the couch and covering up. But I can easily hunt her down. And that's my mornings!

 During my walks there's so much to explore! Everything is new to me.

 Dave almost got me up close to see this gator in the pond behind our house. He is really cool... and fast. This guy burst into the water when we got just a little closer. Dave doesn't let me walk on the sand part of the water's edge. Judging from the splash of jumping into the water this guy made,  I really don't want to be any closer to the water!

(We didn't get this close to the gator. Dave did something on the computer to make you think he is really brave!)

Today, I heard Dave tell the story about the swan in the front of the picture. He said that he, Bill and Little Buzz watched this swan for a week before they learned is was plastic!

 

Ahhhhh, me time! And Dave thought I was never going to get on this big couch! Pat let's me, so there.

 

 Dave just put this in because I was afraid to jump over all the dirt and stuff. (Darlene thinks Dave did this for her!)

What are those giant birds doing? They better not get near this screen.

 

 I am the protector! The "Watch Dog!" After all I surely can stare something down! And if that doesn't work, I'll bark their ear drums off!

 

Man, can't they make anything in this house for me to see out into the yard without having to do my "prairie dog" stance?

 Darn, false alarm. I thought I'd have to go into action.

How do you like my new hair cut?

I'm getting all kinds of pats and compliments.

 I think this is my best picture. I had to stand long enough for Dave to take it!

Someone said, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!"

 

 Pat was really funny. She put me into this zipper bag and carries me around the house. They must have been amused because they both had a good laugh!

I think they were having fun at my expense. I found out why they spent so much time with me this morning. They had a party in the afternoon and I wasn't invited! Actually, I was fenced in the bedroom with all my toys. Boy, I had a lot to say about that. But after a dozen barks or more they didn't come for me so I took advantage of the soft carpet and stretched out. They made a lot of noise so at least I knew they were home. Darn, I wanted to be part of the party!

 

About half way into the party Pat came and got me and boy I was the talk of the party. Almost everyone came over to me to say hi. I was super excited! I was the center of attraction! Pat wouldn't let me down on the floor. There was so many people even I was afraid I'd get stepped on. I was happy to settle in on Pat's lap.... or Darlene's..... or Rose's!

 

It's been a busy and exciting day. I felt really special today and got to meet a lot of good people who know how to pat me. Dave and I had some play time while Pat took Darlene home and now that Pat's home, I know my job is over for the night.

 

As Darlene and Pat say, "night, night!"

Ridin' along in my automobile....

I travel in style!  I love being strapped into my very own "bucket" seat. I feel like "Rin, Tin, Tin!"

Here we goooooooo!

Come on Dave put the "pedal to the metal!" Lets see what this thing can do.

Hmmmm, Dave thinks he's pretty cool driving.





 Gee, another stop light?

 

 Come on, open the window!

 

Ahhhhh, window open, crusin', how great is this!

 

 The "Twilight zone!"

  

OK, lets go home, I'm board.

I'm having trouble getting internet time!

It seems whenever I want to post to my blog, someone's on the computer! Grrrrrrr! Now I finally get a chance to bark to the rest of the world.

Everything is new to me. There's soooo much to sniff and chase I feel like I'm in another world down here in Florida. It's also getting rather exciting for someone my size. Just last week something big and black flew down and tried to get me. Dave was talking to Pat and he was talking about this thing called a Turkey Vulture taking a dive toward me. Boy he would have been in for one big fight... to quote someone in a movie, "I'll snap his neck!" Funny though, the next day, Dave took me for a walk and he kept looking up at this bird, I think a hawk, whatever that is. Dave watched this bird on the top of a lamp pole for all the time we were out there. Then all of a sudden he was gone. Boy, you really gotta watch out down here. I guess at just under five pounds Dave and Pat don't think I can take care of myself.

I've had my stitches out. Just in time too. They were getting itchy and I was getting tired of Dave and Pat pushing my head away from the stitches so I could make the itch go away! I tell ya that Vet place gives me the willies! To top it off I had to go back because I had to be wormed. What's with that! UGH! I got this nasty needle, but I wasn't about to whimper. I took it like a lady. I even gave the Doctor a dirty look.

Now they're trying something new on me. They're (dare I say) sending me to DOGGY DAY CARE! Boy, yelping dogs all around me. They left me so they could go to a park and eat. Sure, they leave me with strangers and a screaming dog right next to me! I will say though, the people who handled me were really nice. But I didn't waist any goodby's on them when Pat and Dave came to get me.... eight hours later. OK, so you don't think that's so bad? They did it again the very next day. This time Pat had Dave drop me off. I guess she couldn't take my "LOOK" I gave them from the night before. At least Dave picked me up before dark and then he took me out to the back yard of this place and let me OFF the leash. Wow, that was great. I think they call this place "Best Friends Pet Care." It was nice and clean and the people really were good to me. I guess its not all that bad. I have a feeling that I'll more than likely be there again.

I'm giving Dave and Pat less hassle with potty training. I let them sleep at least six hours now. Its really fun, I get Dave up first. He takes me out and when I go back in I make a bee-line to Pat's side of the bed. I wake her up and then she takes me to her chair and I get to cuddle in her soft robe for about an hour or so. Who said training people is all that hard?

They give me this funny soft rubbery thing to play with and then they shove a tasty treat in the darn thing. What kind of dirty trick is this? I had to really dig to get that treat.

 

They had these two nice people over and I put the charm on. They didn't stand a chance. I had Angela melting and all I had to do was look cute. Bob was a push-over as well. They even gave me a couple of new toys that I love.  

 

Pat takes me for lots of walks down the street. I'm the little "dot" next to her feet on the sidewalk.

I can't get over all the new smells down here. There's also the funny green things that just sit there and let me stare them down. Dave calls them frogs. They gotta be the dumbest things ever.

But they also have these tiny lizards that run real fast, but I'm going to catch one soon enough.

 

Oh, I've been loosing teeth like crazy. They itch and make me drool. YUK! I'll be glad when I finally have all my new teeth. Don't tell Dave but I'm going to try them out on him. He likes to play rough with me and I can "play bite" him.... but someday......

Anyway, here's one of my baby teeth.

 

Ah, I had a terrific run out back today. Dave let's me run on the long leash and I go crazy.

 

This is my "Prairie Dog" stance. Hey, I'm short, give me a break!

 

And this is my guard dog stance...

 

But there's nothing like going back into the house getting a few pats and rubs and

then settling down for a nap! This my best position!

 

What do you expect... its a dog's life!

 

 

 

 

What the??????

Things are a little different from the last time I posted on my blog.

First off I got to meet and greet a couple of local Sand Cranes. Boy, it's a good thing Dave kept me from jumping these two. They were noisy and I had to out-bark them.

 

Being so short I had to stand on my toes to make myself look bigger. They just weren't moving as fast as I liked.

I escorted them off our property and told them to leave our screens alone! In case you don't know it, these birds like to poke at the insects behind our screens in the lanai. Last week I helped Pat and Dave clean all the windows. It was my job to keep these buggers away. I had a really big job. I can just barely see over the sills so I had to bounce up and down while barking. Dave and Pat said I did a great job because we didn't see them all weekend!

 

Later in the week the bottom fell out! I didn't know what hit me. I thought I was going for a ride with Pat. I knew something was up when another lady carried me away and Pat left me. Then, these two strangers with masks on handled me and even stuck me with something that really stung. I don't remember much but I woke up feeling really different. Pat and Dave were not there. I was being handled by someone else but she was nice but I didn't feel like myself.

It wasn't until the next day when I was carried out to meet Pat and Dave. Boy, I'm glad Pat left me with my blanket. That made things a little better.

I didn't feel like moving very much and they made me as comfortable as they could.

 

Then what! Here I am not feeling so good and they put me in jail! They wouldn't let me jump up on their laps or hold me in their arms. Gee, what did I do to deserve this?

They patted and talked to me so differently. Their voices were calming but everything was different.

 

My belly was really itchy. I had these scratching things that were stuck in my tummy. I tried to soothe the itchies by licking them but Pat and Dave kept discouraging me from doing that. I finally gave up and licked the area a little lower. Funny, they didn't seem to mind that as much!

 

 

 All I wanted was a little privacy.

 

After a few days I let them take a picture of my belly. I guess it made them feel a little better.

 

I guess I really needed some rest. That's all I did for several days. They wouldn't let me jump or run.

But, when I felt a little better I drove them crazy by doing a few of my running crazy acts!

 

Things are getting better each day. I think I'll be going to have these itchy things taken out of my belly. I don't know what this whole thing was about but I'm glad it's almost over....

and things can get back to normal.

 

What! Pat and Dave just went nuts looking at one of my poops.......

 

I got worms!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!