My buddy's car

I wanted to take it for a spin. I told him I'll keep my paws at 10 o'clock and two o'clock on the wheel but he refused to give me the keys. I told him I have a license, and I wear it around my neck, but he didn't care.

Mug Shots

That's my mug.

My Nemesis?

I don't have one. I just like to run. Who could dislike me? Not Mom, who loves me so much she gave me a stinky bone (her opinion) for me to chew on. Great bone Mom. Keep 'em coming.

Looking for stuff

Mom took me oustide so I could stretch my legs and I noticed an area of grass that I hadn't seen before. Something about it stood out to me but I can't say what it was, exactly. So I started to dig but Mom stopped me. After giving it some thought I think I've figured it out: Mom and Dad are pirates and that's where they keep their treasure. They denied it but, then, of course they would. No one admits to being a pirate.

The Flash

DC comic books has a superhero called The Flash. Me and him have quite a bit in common: we both wear red (although I'm more of a rusty-gold), we both have a secret identity (more on that later) and we both seek to help those in need (for me, I like to help those who need to rub my belly). I don't know the Flash's weakness but Mom says mine is food. (Ha Ha Mom, that's twice you've made that joke this month. Get some new material.....OK, I admit it, it's true.) I think I could take him in a race; I have more legs. (Mom said I had to point out that I am l also repeating my jokes. Touche.) At any rate, compare and contrast.

My next post will reveal my nemesis......

Here I come

I've come to realize I'm pretty fast. I wonder how I can try out for the Olympic track team. I have twice as many legs as any of those guys. I doubt anyone could beat me. (Mom says I would be distracted by food on the track. Ha ha)

Sometimes it's good to be a Canine-American

Mom works all day, Dad works all day and my brother and sisters have to go to school. I have to lay in the grass and collect cool sticks. Which would you rather do?

My favorite outside toy?

The slide. I have to run up so I can run down. I've mastered stairs but ladders are a pain in the tail.

Where are the hamburgers?

Summer means barbecue. Barbecue means hamburgers and I really like hamburgers (I like biscuits, chicken, turkey, cheese, bagels and whatever you're eating as well). I just want to make certain I save myself a place at the table.

It's hard work being a pup

Sometimes, you just have to lay down.

Yes, I was a little excited...

but I found a really cool stick and I wanted to show it to Mom. Puppies have enthusiasm, after all.

Summer's Here

Busy morning today. I've been checking out the backyard, enjoying the sun. A lot of room for me to run around and act like a puppy.

Mom said to call this post "Pre-obedience School"

I suggested, "We'll see." As in "We'll see who gets schooled." Look at my angel eyes. Hey Mom, who are you calling 'devil dog'?

My new toy

Apparently my 'bad' behavior has been forgiven and I have been given a new toy. I think it may be my favorite so far. I also got new food. Tomorrow I start class so expect to hear all about it.

I've been unjustly punished

Tell me, what's so bad about chewing on everything? It's called teething (that and I like to chew). And running around and climbing on tables and stealing food? Hello, I'm a puppy. I'm going to be five months next week so how about cutting me some slack? Mom didn't care for these arguments either and I temporarily lost blogging privileges. Plus I was given a brief period of incarceration. Finally, on Monday I start obedience school. Of course, every class needs a clown. Stay tuned.