Thursday, February 28, 2013

Gracious sakes! I growed a lot.

I was just sitting around and mom got all snappy snappy with her phone and poof, there's more pitchers of me on the intertubes. She sended these to Facebook. Is that cause I gots the cutest face ever? Well, maybe. I know there was a dog named Lindsey who used to live here and I keep hearing mom and dad say I gots big paws to fill. Did she have the cutest face? Was she as good a pooper as me? I'm trying Lindsey!
Later in the day, after playing ball outside with dad, which is the bestest thing ever cause I get to run and stuff and not give the ball back, I got tuckered out and headed for my blankie. I didn't fit so good. That blankie has been good to me. It went to the vet when I got my fixin. I even barfed on it. That's how much I like it! But lookie here - I been with my hoomans for 4 months. The first snappy snap is the day after I moved in. the other one is from today.
Ain't it amazin? My chubby feets became long and lanky legs and I'm only half growed! My black head stretched out and now I look a bit like a raccoon. And my floppy ear don't flop no more! Cept when I had my fixin. It flopped when I seed that whacky cat that glowed in the dark. Whew. Drugs are bad, mmmkay? Barooof! I gots me some tan on my back feets and legs where it used to be curly sheep gray fur. 

Know what else? I'm not so bitey anymore. I chew on my rawhide and my shoes and my other chew things, but not so much my hoomans. I figure if they feed me, I won't eat them. And they feeds me real good. 

I'mma be a big dog, peeps. I'm 6 months old and I gots a long way to go. Here's to growing, my doggies, and a long life of sniffin and runnin and sniffin some more. 

Puppy out!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Oh my dog! What the heck happened?

Guys, you are not gonna believes this! I was just being my cute little self this weekend, playing and posing, and being as bitey as I can be.
I even taked out all my toys for mom. She loves to pickem up!
Nothin speshul, but dang, something weird happened. 

I gots up Monday morning and went for an R-I-D-E (my hoomans gotta spell it cause I know what they're saying now; I'm so smart), and we went to see my bestest vet. The assistant walked me on the scales. I'm such a fat slob. I weigh 42 pounds now. Whoo doggies! I still skinny as a rail. I gots a good metabolism.

Everything happened so fast, peoples. I gots a shot and boom. Next thing I knew, my belly hurt and I could feel colors. I could see sounds. The werld was just like whoa. I seed a cat. She looked like this:
I was a little askeered! Know what I did? I went to sleep. Zzzzzz. That was all I could do. I had my favorite blankie, so I knowed I was okay, sorta. I wanted to get up and run away, but I was in a crate and felt like I weighed about 100 million trillion pounds, and my eyes wouldn't stay open and I was hungry and where were my hoomans??? I dunno how long I napped, but I heared a voice that sounded like a hooman of mine. The nice girl got me out of the crate and took me to my mom! I was so happy that I peed a million trillion gallons right there on the floor. The vet girl laughed. I don't remember much, but dad was there too. Next thing I knowed, I was at home marking the yard and making poops, and then it was time for sleepin some more.
Mom makes blankies and she let me use this one. Mine kinda hadda be washed. It's okay. I didn't mean to mess it up. I did lots of sleepin for the rest of the day. I felt colors and seed sounds for the rest of the day. I was better off sleepin. 

Last night, I felt like playin again. And I feeled like eating! Mom only gave me a lil bit. I had the pukeys all night and she didn't wanna clean up no more of that. I'm sowwwwwy Mom! I got my rawhide and chewed on that all evening. Mom gave me a lil kibble here and there. Dad snuck me a Cheezit or 12, but don't tell! And guess what? No pukeys! 
And today, I wanna run, jump, play, eat, pee, poop, bite, squeak, and do it all over again and again. I thinks I'm feeling better. I ate my breakfast like the good eater that I am, and chased the ball inside. I can't do a lot of running and jumping for a few more days, but I sure feel like a million bucks.

I'mma prolly go play with my friend, Shiloh, soon or she's gonna come here. I needa see my dogs. I wanna show her my new fenced yard. I get to be off the walking string out there. 

I ask again, peoples - was I broken? I hear that I'm now fixed.

Baroof for now. Bark on my dogs!

Monday, February 4, 2013

I can fly!

It's Febooary! That means I'm 5 months old. Can you believe it? I look like a growed up dog, but I'm not. I'm still a poopy little puppy brain. I guess that's why I get to go in the yard and run like the wind now. I don't even needs a tennis ball to feel like running. I gots a favorite spot in the yard where I gets to dig. I can dig almost to China, I can! You should see my nose when I'm done.

The other day after a hundred billion trillion leaps and runs outside, I hadda take a nap. I was wiped out in a big way even though I'm still a little way kinda gal! So, I tooked a nap.
Mom says I look like a flying reindeer. Auntie Winnie thinks I look like a kangaroo. I thinks I look like a dog who is sleepin in her best way possible cause I'm a good sleeper just like I'm a good pooper. 

I hope mom takes me out without the string again today! Then I can sleep like I'm flyin all over again. 

Anyone can answer me a Q? What's "come" mean? I hear it a lot and am not quite sure what to do. If I run to mom, I get a biskie. Other times, I don't get a biskie though I'm just hanging out lookin' at mom wonderin' what she wants. I gots the bestest life ever.

Fly little doggies! Baroof. 

Puppy out!