Dog Days of Summer: My Kind of Season

This is my first summer and while I'm still learning and haven't learned too many human expressions, I did pick up this one: "Dog days of summer." How cool is it that my species has its own expression. But the reality is cool it is not as the meaning refers to things being hot. My people tell me that the phrase "refers to the hottest, most sultry days of summer." Here in Texas I completely understand that meaning.

The last 2 months have been soooo hot. My people can't leave me outside for too long or I roast my little paws off. But they are nice to me and set up my own pool just outside the backdoor. This is fun because I like to take a dip whenever I go out. It's so hot out that by the time I get out of the pool and back to the entry to the house I'm nearly dry.

While the last couple of days have been rainy (also a very fun thing for a water dog like myself), I look forward to this extended warmth. I have it so easy in a nice AC house (that's Air Conditioned for you young pups), but I get to enjoy the near tropical heat whenever I scratch at the back door. Too fun.

And best of all, no one thinks twice if I'm lazy and sleep all day.



Bark at ya later!

Wet Saturday, and I Don't Mean Rain

I absolutely love my people and they were so encouraging with me as I first moved to my new home. They were patient as I'd have little wet accidents around the house. I quickly learned the techniques to best teach them when I need to go outside. They caught on quick and I was rarely embarrassed by times when they just didn't get it.

But something happened this last Saturday. My family was gone most of the day; something to do with that round ball they kick around all of the time (I can't wait until I'm a little bigger and can play kick with them). I was stuck in the kennel most of the day and I just couldn't hold it. Seems like every time I needed to go out, you know, felt that urge, I just let loose. It was so embarrassing. The big guy couldn't tolerate it and was very mad at me. He tried playing with me but that seemed to just make things worse.

After a full day of pee'ing everywhere, I finally was able to settle down some and sleep it off. Yesterday was much better and hopefully the worst is over.


Bark at ya later!

Me Run? You Gotta be Kidding

When I first came to my new family, I absolutely looked forward to our daily (sometimes 3 times) walks. At first I would walk with my friend Lucky and show him that even though my legs were 10 times smaller than his I could keep pace, no problem. But after a few walks my people stopped taking Lucky then me. Time passed and my friend Lucky has moved on (still not sure to where) and my people started taking me for walks.

Harrumph! I'm not interested in walking where they want me to. I want to go where I want and honestly, it's really quite offensive how they tug on that rope thing to make me go with them. Why can't they just let me roam free? I love to just plop my bottom down and give them my sweet pathetic look of "please don't make me walk any further." Then I give them a little whine. That makes them stop and notice me. But it doesn't get me out of the walk. They tug and tug and I pull back until we just stop all together.

Yesterday my big man guy, I'll call him Tex, took me on a walk. I new I was in for it when he took me out because he was dressed in shorts, a sports shirt and soccer shoes (I secretly love to nibble on those). Then he shocked me by putting a muzzle like thing over my nose and mouth. I heard him call it a "gentle leader" but there was nothing gentle about it; just irritating. On went the leash and he led out.

We went rounds and rounds on who should lead and where I would sit. I played in the grass a little but he insisted on walking. Finally I wore him out and we stopped at a big silver thingy (he called it a fire hydrant). I approached it and before I could give it a good sniff he pulled me back and started petting me. Tough decision, silver thingy that looked so good or Tex to lick (he was still salty tasting from his soccer practice with little man). I went for the satisfying lick and we played there on the corner for a while.

Then he stood to walk back but I surprised him. I took off on a full run and he had troubles keeping up. I kept looking back to make sure he hadn't fallen or given up because the last thing you need on a good run is someone to yank your chain, if you will. But he surprised me and eventually was side-by-side with me. The race was on and when we rounded the corner to our home it was a photo finish (well, no actual camera but I think I won).

It's nice to get out and when I'm in control it's even better.

Bark at ya later!

people are acting strange

I have this strange feeling in my little puppy gut that something is going to happen soon. My people have been acting really strange the past two days. The play with me plenty but they are coddling my big ole friend Lucky. Today they were taking a ton of pictures just with Lucky. It was really strange. I am the photo queen but I let them have their fun. Something just doesn't feel right. I hope I don't have to leave my new family like I did before. I am sure tomorrow will be just great.

Bark at ya later!