Friday, March 29, 2013

I gots a good grade!

Not so many snappie snaps today cause mom was too busy walkin me. Sorry guys. But guess what? Best day ever, again!

I gots up and had my brekkie, and then took a lil nap. I'm a good sleeper. Then mom said "ride?" and of course I tilted my head and started to the door! She took me to the York River State Park in Croaker, VA.
  That's also where we live, sorta. There's the sign. We do exist! We is real! Baroooof.
Anyways, mom has this fancy new string thing with stuff that goes over my legs to help me stop pulling or something like that.
I doesn't hurt or nothin. She hasta use 2 leashes. But I felt like it was my job to walk instead of jumpy jump and pull and gag. Kinda cool, huh?

We didn't take trails today. This was our firstest time and mom has new knees and and and and.... next time! We did walk on the trails that don't go inna woods. And we seed a buncha stuff! Gooses, a horsie with a person on its back (you ever heard of such a thing?), and a man in black running nowhere. I touched the gooses with my eyes and sniffed their path, but that's it. I hardly noticed the horsie. The man in black said hi to me when he runned by us and I didn't jump or nuthin! I'm a good walker...well, I will be!

We walked to the gazebo and I sniffed a million billion other doggie messages on the way. Then we got to go inside the visitor center so mom could talk to the peoples.
There were doggie messages even in there! And fish and snakes and other critters that mom said were not real. Well if they are not real, what they doing in there??? The nice lady and man who were there said hi to me and did a lot of pettie pet on my head and back. It was greatness. I think they liked me. 

We walked down this path and that path and over there where the geeses were and then back down the other path and around the back and up that path and through the field and back to the path and gee, it smelled terrific. I watched the geese take off and fly away. They flied way up over the trees and I watched the whole thing. They left me a pile of fresh goosie poop. Ain't they the nicest?

When we walked back to the car, mom kept telling me I did a good job on our first try and that we'd have to try this again and again. She telled me I got an A and to shoot for an A+. Our parking pass is good for a week, so maybe tomorrie? Barooof. We got to take another ride in the car and back home. I walked from the car to the yard without a string. I'm getting good about that. I know which outside door is mine, mom! It was good to be back home with my smells and Shiloh smells and my balls, and oh look, a shiny object. 

Mom interjects: Abbey did a great job with the Halti. She pulled and tugged at first, but then I figured out how the double leash works and was able to control her with the chest leash rather than the neck leash. The gagging stopped immediately. By the end of our walk, she was walking at my pace and staying to my left with little prompting. I think she rather likes having the limits. It's sort of freeing to know what the boundaries are; there are infinity possibilities between them!

MOM! This is my doggie bloggie. 

I think I like this park on the river. The water was purty, the trees were purty, the geese were silly, the man running nowhere was nice, the peoples in the office were nice, the lady on the horsie waved at me, and well, I was so tired when I got home that I did my usual nappie (and so did mom; don't tell her I told you.). 

I wonder if Shawnee has been to York River State Park?

Puppy out!

Monday, March 25, 2013

Oh my goodness! Snappie picture time!

Wowsers, dogs and dogettes, was yesterday the best day ever or what? My BDF came over for playtime and we runned and runned! Debbie, Shiloh's mom, did a lot of snappie snaps. I'll 'spalin them as bestest I can. I'm a good 'splainer.

That's mom sittin at the table. I didn't wanna stay on the deck, so down I went. 
And lookie who was already there! SHILOH, my BDF!
We gots a slow start, but now that mom has blowed all the crunchy off the ground, we gots lots of room to play.
But we still loves the crunchy!
Run, Shiloh! I'mma catch you. We have some 'mazin running muscles. I love the wind in my face. I put my ears back and just run like crazy.
Wait, we gots to sniff stuff first. I gots a feeling there been some critters out here sneaking through the fence. They be small, them squirrels and rabbits. I wonder what it is that's bringing pecans and walnuts into the yard. We don't have those kinds of trees here!
Ain't we just the cutest? My tongue is longer. Shiloh's has more black spots. I gots one, but you can't see it unless I stick it alla way out.
Then Shiloh thought she could catch me! No way, big dog. I'm a lean, mean, runnin machine.
Then guess what? We both gots a brave! It's easier to be climbing the ladder steps with a friend. We stopped about halfway. Debbie tried to get us to come up higher, but not yet. Maybe next time?
Shiloh is gonna be a famous search and rescue dog. Deb helded onto me while Amy hid in the trees so Shiloh could practice finding her. She's purty good at finding! I'm not so good at being held.
We runned along the fence some. That's my favorite place in the yard. Dad takes me out there lots.
Barkin about dad, don't tell him I showed you this, but here's me and him sleepin the other day. We're the best sleepers ever.
After a while, me and Shiloh was getting tuckered, so we decided to go inside. The hoomans thought it was their idea. We gots em wrapped around our paws, we do. 
After our biskies, Deb got on the floor with us. Akshully, Shiloh won't eat my biskies, but Amy, her other mom, brought some that we both nommed. 

Shiloh hadda go home. It took me about 5 minutes to hop up in my chair and nod off. 
I gots a textie from Shiloh. Guess what? She was going nappie nap too! Sleeping like dogs, we wuz.
BUT, that is not the bestest thing of the day. Oh no. I love me some play visits, but guess what, my dogs and dogettes? Guess. You dun guessin? Well, lookie! Here's a hint. Them's my big pawprints.
Here's another hint: That's my yard where I was playin with Shiloh earlier!
Here's my favorite tree. Know why? It's a DOGwood. Mom snappie snaps that tree alla time. 
Of course, I hadda go get a snow butt. I ran, ate, and snuffled in the  white, cold, fluffy. It was some fun! I was some kinda 'cited! We don't get fluffy white stuff a lot. I luvs it. Makes me think of my home generations back. We be Alpine puppies, you know. More snow! More snow! More snow! (Mom interjects - it's the fourth day of spring, daggumit. We'd prefer some warm and dry weather for a little while, thank you very much Ms. Abbey!)
So, my dogs and dogettes, that's it. I hope you had a groovy weekend too. I'm tarred just thinkin about it! I thinks it will be a while before we get more white, cold, fluffy stuff. It's okay. I gots other things to do, like keep growing my belly hair back where they fixed me. I still don't think I was broke. Baroof!
As my hoomans say, "My life is good." It really is. You should get to be a doggie too. It's the bestest ever. 

Puppy out!


Monday, March 18, 2013

I gots a brave!

Mom is a nut. She goes outside and makes noise with a machine that makes the leaves dance. Of course, I gots to go with her cause the back yard is my werld. She telled me that there usta be a buncha kids living here and that the back yard was their werld! Imagine that! She swears there was a zip line, pool, climber, bas'etball hoop, swing set, trampoline, and other stuffs out there, but all I sees now is a house on sticks.

That house on sticks. It keeps calling me. I sniff it and sniff it and can't figure out why its there and why there are messages on the ground. There's a sandbox under it, and it smells really cool. I know that a hundred billion trillion friends have been there before me.

So, one day, mom was making the leaves dance and I gots a little scared, I mean I gots a brave. I decided that it was time to go up in that house on sticks.
I had a brave, but not enough to go alla way up. I'll get there!

Know what's neat about dancing leaves? There be treasures under there, yar! I gets to drag the treasures everywhere and once I found a bas'etball. My hooman sister, Allison, usta play and she left it for me. Mom was being cutesy and made a funny pitcher when I brought the bas'etball in.
Oh, and the bestest thing! Shiloh came over again on Saturday. It was too rainy to take pitchers, so mom found this pitcher of Shiloh at work with her mom, Deb. She's a hard working search and rescue doggie. That's why when she was over here, she was all about hiding in piles of leaves and popping up. Barooof! That was so funny. Mom and Amy and Robin laughed and laughed and laughed.
My cat cousin, George Harrison the girl cat, thinks she's going on vacay. Baroooof! She didn't know her mom was gonna make her have a babysitter. Oopsie, Georgie. Get outta that suitcase!
That's it for now, my doggies. I gotta go fall asleep with my face in a shoe.
Zzzzzz......puppy out!