I've got something

A very pretty and smart German Shorthaired Pointer, Sophie Claire mentioned that she has something.
I am pretty sure I have the same thing she has.

B.O.*



*Ball Obsession

One more thing

So I am a Lab. I love tennis balls. I love to have someone throw the tennis ball. I love to chase the tennis ball. I love to retrieve the tennis ball.

I drop the tennis ball at the feet of someone so they will throw it again.

Found out this morning that is just doesn't work with stuff that comes out of the cat box. Not the same game. I tried it with NewMom.
She did throw the stuff alright. Right into the bucket using a pooper scooper.

New Game

The little Schnauzer dog, Zoe, and I like to play a game. It is a fighting game but don't worry, neither of us gets hurt.
She runs and sometimes jumps onto the loveseat. I run after her and then we bite at each others' heads and necks. I know, it sounds dangerous but we do play very gently. NewMom isn't surprised I play nicely but she is surprised that Zoe plays nicely.
I think Zoe has a reputation for being kinda mean and tough.
I am just a big softy kind of guy.

Kitty box treats are another no-no

There is so much to learn around here.
Just found out about the kitty box. I was just trying to tell NewMom she forgot to take care of the box this morning.
The little Zoe dog started barking about Notme was here.
Kinda hard to claim I am innocent when I drop the kitty tootsie rolls right in front of NewMom like they were some long brown tennis ball. I had little sprinkles on my nose too.
Got sent to my crate while NewMom cleaned up.

Got my papers

I am now official. My papers came today.
I am a genuine Miniature Labrador Retriever!

I am just a kidding you. I am mutt that looks like a small black lab.

But I did get my papers today! Papers from the nice shelter/foster home lady. My papers show I have had my shots, been wormed and even neutered.
I even got me a nice blue rabies tag to wear. Shoot, it even matches my name tag.
You see, I was here on a test drive. This home is in someplace called Hi-dee-ho. I came from a shelter far away in Why-o-ming.
So since my papers and rabies tag came today in the mail that makes me an official dopted.
Miniature Labrador Retriever, that's me!

Another No No

Note to self: Not supposed to pee at the bottom of the stairs going to the basement.
Sure smells like a good place to pee down there. This place is confusing sometimes.

Do-It-Yourself

We have these braided chew toys around here. The little dog, Zoe, really likes them and she has them "broken" in so to speak.
I like them too, the older ones especially. I like to chew on them. I chew short pieces of the fleece fabric off. NewMom comes along and picks them up before I have a chance to swallow them.
Well, let's just say she found out that she missed a couple of the pieces.
Isn't colon cleansing all the latest rage these days? And with these tough economic times shouldn't we all be trying to save money?
Fuzzy blue poop is proof that Tux's Do-It-Yourself Colon Cleanser works!
'Nuff said about that.

Big Blue Water Dish

A couple of days ago NewMom hauled out a big, I mean big, blue water dish from around the corner of the garage where I can't see her if she goes over there.
She rinsed it off and brought it in the yard. She placed it on the patio and put a lot of water in it.
Thanks for the big blue water dish NewMom! Now all of us have lots of water to drink. We already have a water dish outside and we drink out of the fountain too. That water was so fresh and cold on a hot day.
The wind blew and blew yesterday and a lot of leaves and seed things got in the water.
This morning the big blue dish wasn't there. I guess it blew away. I dunno.

Make a note

Hmm, another thing I just found out about.
Don't lift my leg on the corner of NewMom's bed. Got sent right outside.

Make a note of that one.

Something else

Looks like I am here for the long haul. I have been here for 2 weeks and a day.
I have learned something else since my last list.
I have learned to go down all those stairs that go to a place called the basement. NewMom goes down there several times a day. I would stay at the top of the stairs and whine until I could see her coming back up again. I could hear her. The Schnauzers, especially Zoe, would zip right down those stairs with NewMom.
Well, a couple of days ago I summoned up enough courage and I made it down there too. NewMom was putting clothes into a machine thing and she was happy to see me. She was proud of me, I could tell. She watched me and talked to me. It is kinda dark and being a black dog she couldn't see me while I was sniffing around. It smelled good and I could tell there had been another dog going to the bathroom. I could tell one spot had been pretty recent too. But I was a good dog and didn't try anything dumb.

I like it here and I am fitting in to the pack. It feels like home. That sure is a good feeling.