Cheese!

My mom has been clicking this box at me for the last few days! Bright lights blinking in my eyes, I swear- I can't see a thing after a while. Eventually I just conk right out, at least it saves my eyes. She calls it a dejitle kamra. She says there will be new pictures of me up on the screen soon! Until later- ruff!

The tale of a Tattle Tail

They keep bringing those immature pups to my house. I keep thinking they'll go away, but they don't. I have to teach them the ways of my territory. I was trained that outside is where I should poop- rain or shine. There shall be no pooping in my home- so each time another youth canine relieves herself in my house, I tell their master. I have done it five times now, and Don't think I won't tell again. Beware, you pups out there will be spending quality time behind your crate bars if you poop in my house. woof! woof! I'm telling!

Gotta Chase Them Away!

I don't care for cats, I don't bark at birds, planes don't bother me none, but wheels- oh, all those wheels. They invade my territory and they move really fast. Humans ride on all sorts of wheels. My owner has wheels that stick to her feet, and it's my job to get them off. I'm alright riding on the wheels when we go to my stores, but I don't like them flying past me. I yell at them and chase them away. But today, this morning- I got to really chase one, a big one. I didn't hear my mom when she said "NO!". I took off. I made the big "van" stop in the middle of the street. My mom was running and shouting my name, I came back to her- like I always do. But she wasn't proud of me for stopping the wheels. I had to go inside, really fast. I stayed out of her way for a little while. She forgave me after she came back home from driving her wheels around all day (cause that what she does all day). She said we where going to do some training. That means: treats & toys!!

"Doctor"- I don't like that word

Mommy brought me to the doctor, I had to go potty really bad. When I finally was able to, someone pulled up my tail and stuck something between my feet. I wasn't too happy. Mommy says that I'm not sick- but I have to stay in my crate to make sure of it. I'm on day #4 without having another accident. (I had one the night after visiting the doctor. oops. that makes 6 accidents total.) I might be having a hard time adjusting to my new playmate- Mocha. She's still young and a little hard-headed. I don't like to share my Saturdays with her. That's the day when me and mom spend quality time together. I hope my mom understands "dog" (language).

To Pee or Not to Pee.. that is the question

My mom has been a little upset with me this past couple weeks. I'm almost two years old and I couldn't help but start having accidents now. I hope she doesn't stay upset with me to long.