lil sis [pout]

help me! there's an intruder in our new home!

dunno why, but THAT doggie isn't leaving (despite my best "hints" that she's overstayed her welcome), and so it seems that i've gotten a permanent lil sister ( i was hoping that it wouldn't stick...)

things were mostly cordial, but she's been testing her limits. she's getting all grownup and thinks she can push me around! bad enough that i have to share with another girl dog, but she thinks she can take the softest best spots in house! (and there's a lotta them...)

plus, she's hyper. reaaaaally hyper. ruins my beauty naps.

our moms have declared some sorta strict boot camp, and so now we're not allowed on the furniture as much (tho i still get my morning snuggle on the bed--while THAT dog is in her crate, since she still doesn't always wait to go outside...gross!), we have an exercise regime (i sniff the plants daintly as THAT dog bounces around, like she *is* the tennis ball), we're not allowed near the walkies or yard door till they say, and no more helping with cooking in the kitchen (and i was hoping to have my own cable cooking show next year! pout pout pout!).

I'm graduated!

This weekend, I completed the growly dog class at sfspca. both moms were there and crying and carrying on. ok, so they weren't crying, but my mom was sooooo excited, she stuffed me with treats! i got to do a small agility course, wore my fanciest (and only) outfit and got lotsa applause from the folks at maddie's (the adoption area upstairs). a friendly neighbor gave me a treat, and my classmate's dads gave me a heartshaped cookie!

(I'd like to take this moment to point out that my lil sis is only beginning her education, and still can't sit still without her body quivering all over. )

little sister...

dunno what i did to deserve this, but moms decided i should have a little sister.

so, heeeeeere's toki!!! she's spastic and *totally* embarrassing. but i do get more stuffed kongs, better treats, couch time, AND a daily workshop that seems to be all about steak and hanging out with other badass dogs...

chicken strips v. greenies

woo! hoo! woohoo!

my mom's been feelin all guilty about werkin too much (i know, i know, she does it for me so she can bring home the kibble). but now she's started hiding chicken strips for me when she leaves. i can hardly wait for her to leave, so i can go find it and bolt it down. she puts me in a downstay and then hides the chicken strip...and says "okaaaaay" right before she's out the door. on a good day, i can bolt it down before the door's even closed. (never mind how quickly i learned the words "chicken strip")

here's the thing tho...greenies. i looooove greenies. i think they take three times as long to eat (like 3 seconds) and they're green -- so they've gotta be good for me.

and now my mom's taken to testing me -- downstay, then BOTH the greenie and the chicken strip. the first time, i'm embarrassed to admit, i froze. but i collected myself and started wolfing down the greenie (with my eye on the chicken strip). my mom took away the greenie -- i couldn't believe it! but by then i was committed. i stared, i sat, i lay down...i got the greenie back. phew.

photogenic (...of course)

hah. i got into my mom's team photo... take a look!

snow and sand

woohoo! been so busy, no time to write!

first -- we drove forever to get to SNOW! i've never seen so much snow! baskie ran around with his jaw practically dislocated -- he was like a dog snowplow! puca just spazzed out all over the place. sheesh WHAT a puppy. and george isn't talking to me cuz he thinks i'm mean...

but ohmigawd. it was so great -- i ran until i gave myself a little snowburn rash on my belly, and then went in and slept till the next day of the same thing!

then -- yep. beach time! moms paddled without me (i made sure to yell at them the whole time), but then i got to run amok, and we even spent a whole day sleeping on the beach. well, mom slept, i talked with a buncha rocks (you have to yell really loud for them to hear you), and then she tried to draw me, but i kept moving and shaking sand into her paints. she's funny when she gets all agro.

phew. i'm tired. but don't tell moms...

everyday is christmas...

ok, so i thought everyday was christmas -- walkies, snackins, brekkie, and dinner! but then, the other day it really was christmas! (it seems to be some sort of consumer ritual that moms needs to participate in...) baskie's always talked about it, and i guess it's happened before -- but OHMIGAWD -- i got soooo much loot! it's even ok that bask got to some of my presents and ate them (wrapping and all) before i could even sniff them...ok, so today's listy.

Things i got for spendy-mas:
1. a bed of my own! (now mebbe my moms will sleep on the floor on this new bed, and leave me with the old bed we always "shared" -- they are *such* bedhogs!).

2. a big orange lambie-man (with a squeaker in the crotch???).

3. a ropey doggie.

4. a new frisfris! (and i make my moms carry it. they make me carry the old frisbee. jerks.).

5. a strangle monkey (they keep wrapping it around my neck!).

6. greenies! (dunno how many, but bask stole some :-( )

7. pigs ears and canned treat stuff that moms keep putting on my nose...

things i've eaten today (work in progress)

1. weeds alongside the house.
2. cardboard tubey.
3. stuffing from monster toy.
4. bits of the monkey tennis ball.
5. random thing stuck to the kitchen floor (not much flavor).
6. piece of lint in the living room.
7. LOTS of baskie's hair.
8. brekkie (or so my mom sez).
9. a coupla baskie's kibbles when he wasn't looking.
10. veggies from my mom's cooking.

but no turkey yet. stay tooned...

human words (a partial sociological study)

these ones lead to treats most of the time:
1. sit
2. stay
3. lie-down
4. roll-over
5. c'mere (sometimes "come HERE!" or "pleeez! kehoe! KEEEhoe!")
6. go (the things i have to do for dinner!)
7. leave it
8. take it
9. drop it
10. jump up!

these ones seem to make moms happy:
11. slump (and i get a hug!)
12. bench! (there are lots of benches in the world)
13. get a toy! (...or my gooseygoose, lambieman, ballball, monkeyball, boneybone, ropey, tubey, monster)
14. where's lisa? (...or pedro, bask, mom)

and these ones i live for:
15. treat! (velcro works too)
16. walkies
17. brekkie
18. snackins
19. dinner
(note: pretty much anything followed by "you wanna..." is good.)

i don't get these, but i do 'em (mostly):
20. backup!
21. back seat!
22. watch the house and be good...

dangerous things to be scared of (partial list)

1. those wiggling evil toes under the covers (UURGH! JUMP OFF THE BED! NOW!)
2. feet -- why must they come on EVERY walk? yeech.
3. when mom grabs my toes and pokes around.
4. poking of any kind -- especially by feet.
5. weird things that weren't there yesterday, especially if they flap or move erratically (mom's note: this makes post-christmas trees very very suspicious)
6. balloons.
7. masks.
8. big animal scupltures or statues (at least until i sniff their rears).
9. basketballs falling from the sky.
10. the coat tree in the living room. (it tried to attack me!)
11. the bush punching bag thing outside of our neighborhood store.
12. the sharp pokey things at the vet.
13. trashbags.