Wednesday, May 30, 2007

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.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Sunday, May 27, 2007

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.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

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......

Saturday, May 19, 2007

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.

Friday, May 18, 2007

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.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

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.

Monday, May 7, 2007

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'?

Sunday, May 6, 2007

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.

Friday, May 4, 2007

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.