Saturday, January 26, 2013

White, fluffy, cold, and FUN!

Hey guys, you are not gonna believe this! I went with my hooman out back to run in the yard, and lookie at the deck. It didn't feel like my deck. It didn't smell like my deck. I could hardly smell any messages at all! There was white, fluffy, cold stuff alllll over and I got a bit confuzled. I do that sometimes. Puppies gotta think things through when they're new, ya know.
Around these parts, even a little bit of this stuff makes peoples crazy. I dunno why. I thought it was a blast from my instinctive past. Dad came out and throwed the ball away a lot. I kept getting it and sometimes gave it back, but that hooman confuses me. He just threw it again! I thinks it's my job to get it for him, but he forgets to keep it and throws it again and again. Finally, after all that puppy running, which I am very good at, almost as good a runner as a pooper, I just plopped down.
I figured he could come get the ball hissef! My belly got cooooollllld. But it was great! After mom took this pitcher, I got up and ran some more. My feets were cold, but it was fine. I tried to eat the white, fluffy, cold stuff, but every time I'd get a bite, it would disappear. Sometimes, I got the white, fluffy, cold stuff up my nose and mom laughed a lot as I snooted it back out. 
I slept like whoa last night. I could hardly wake up when it was peeps time before bed with mom. 

I'm a happy puppy for sure. I hope they get me some more of this white, fluffy, cold stuff again some day. And guess what? We's gonna go run in it today! Right now it's too early and mom's not feeling it. Wonder what she means when she says that? I did my bizness and ate my breakfast, and I been cute all morning so far. I guess I'm not the me she's not feeling, huh? baroooof! 

Puppy out, guys. I gots a new bone and it's not gonna chew itself. 

Friday, January 25, 2013

I'm finesies!

Thanks to all the nice doggies and peoples who have asked about me. I'm good. I'm back to driving mom crazy and giving her puppy luvs. I promise I won't eat the medicines again. I'm not the kinda dog that wants to get deads. Just say no, right?

Puppy nation! Listen to your hoomans!!

I'll get off my doggie soap box now, but please, oooooh please, be safe. Us puppies have a long way to go!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Important Safety Message

Mom and me had a little skeer yesterday with me finding and eating some of her medications. I'm not sure why I did it, but I did. My mom kept her cool and called our doggie doc and they helped her help me and I'm fine. My tummy didn't feel so good after drinking that bubbly stuff (hydrogen peroxide), but no icky stuff today.

The ASPCA has a poison control number you can call -

"We are your best resource for any animal poison-related emergency, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. If you think that your pet may have ingested a potentially poisonous substance, call (888) 426-4435. A $65 consultation fee may be applied to your credit card."

Not everydog has a great doggie doctor like I do and mom has him on speed dial, whatever that is! 

Lesson learned, people. Mom and dad have put all dangerous items out of my reach and are going to put a baby lock on the cabinet with cleaning things. I'm way too curious to stay safe 100% of the time.
Stay safe my furry friends! Baroooooof!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Catching up!

Wow, a lot has happened since last I baroofed your way! I'm growing, a lot! I'm almost 5 months old now! My legs are long and lanky, and I'm starting to get my big girl hair. My sheep's fur is going, going, and soon to be gone. Look how long my legs are!
Mom calls me a supermodel. Baroof, baroof, baroof! Cracks me up.

Christmas came and went. I got to play with the funnest stuff. Colorful, crunchy, and smelled all sorts of good - people smells, food smells, gifty smells. I was in doggie nirvana!
If you lookie in the corner, you can see my Mr. Bill. He says "ooooh noooooo" when I give him a squish with my toofies. My hooman sister, Allison, gave him to me. She said "Merry Christmas!" and then I heard, "ooooh nooooo!" Being a dog is so much fun.

Then guess what? The bestest thing ever. My hoomans put up a fence. I don't know what a fence is, but I get to run in the back yard without my walking string. I'm all nose to the ground most of the time cause of all the messages the woodsy critters left for me. I love to run, run, run, run!

Here's what it looked like before the fence. Can you find the doggie in the circle? I was almost invisdible! Mom didn't put on the walking string that day and I runned away. hahahaha
First, my hooman uncle, Charlie, came over on a great big machine that made too much noise. I didn't like it one bit! Cars and trucks skeer me.
Then the fence man came and boy was he fun to sniff. He told mom that he has one of my kind living at his house. I already knowed it cause I sniffed. 
Now I can play ball and walk with my dad all I want. Dad takes me for walks around the fency part on the string to teach me where the fence is. Duh. I know where it is dad. Those hoomans don't think I know nuffin. Did I say I love to run?!?!?!?

I gots a few last pictures to share. This one is where I was trying to get in my favorite box. I don't fit!
This one is when I went walking with my hooman sister and her friend. They thinked I look like a police dog. Respect my author-a-tie! License and registration please. Barooooof!
Here's one with my hooman sister from a couple days ago. Ain't we a beautiful pair?
Now we're up to today's adventure. I eated my mom's medicines that she put out for today. I never even sniffed em 'afore today! she called the doggie doctor and they told her to give me this drinkiepooh and guess what? I gacked. I gacked a lot. Over and over and over I gacked. It was gross enough that I don't think I'll do that again. Later, I got to have pudding. I'm feeling kinda punky and stuff, and the doc said I'll be okay, but golly, mom, don't be leaving your stuff out. I just loves stuff! Peeples, please watch your dog alla time and know we love to get into your stuffs.

For now, I be going to sleepiecakes. My auntie Tracey gave me the bestest squeaky chewie sleepy toy ever. Sometimes, I fall asleep with it in my mouth.
I think I'll do that right now. Puppy out. Zzzzzzzzzzzz