I have to learn a trick?!?!?

Mom says I'm doing very well with my puppy training class (otherwise known as puppy torture school). She says I have to learn a trick in order to graduate though. She's trying to teach me to do something called "shake hands". It's so degrading. She says it's either that or learn to catch a treat when she throws it to me. Mom says I'm too slow to catch. I can't help it if the treat bounces off my face before I can catch it! Mom also says I'm going to be in serious trouble if I don't stop destroying the blinds on the back door. But they're so fun to play with! She just doesn't understand me.

Puppy Torture School!!!

Mom took me to this "puppy kindergarten" on Monday. Just as I thought! It's actually puppy torture school. I had to sit still for almost the whole time and mom didn't want me to whine or play with the other dogs either! Then I had to show everyone that I knew how to sit. Do these people think I'm an idiot? What kind of a dog doesn't know how to sit? Then was the worst thing. I had to walk on a leash! I hate that darn leash! It was so embarrassing! Mom says we have five more weeks of this! How will I survive?

Puppy Kindergarten?

Mom keeps talking about me starting "Puppy Kindergarten" on Monday. I'm suspicious that this is some kind of euphemism for puppy torture training camp. Help me!

Finally, I'm Famous!

My mom got an email notice that my diary is finally receiving the attention it deserves! It's one of today's featured diaries! Finally someone recognizes that I should be Queen of the World! I'll have to be sure that my subjects (Molly, Isabelle and Violet) see this. I have to figure out a way to get them into line.

My First Week

Well, this place isn't too bad. The other girls here seem to think that they're in charge, but I will soon have them in their proper places. The short one, Molly is the nicest one. She lets me climb all over her and bite her ears. Isabelle shows me her teeth when I poke my nose into her crate. I don't think she likes me very much. Violet likes to take away my rawhide chewies and then tease me with them. I'll have to put a stop to that immediately. She needs to learn that I'm going to be much bigger than her one of these days!

My Arrival

Well, I've arrived in my new home. A nice lady named Mom took me on a long car ride and brought me to a place called New Mexico. I like it so far except for the gravel yard. Mom keeps telling me that I have three sisters, but they're at the kennel until she gets home from work to pick them up. Mom says they will love me, but I'm not sure. I may have to keep them in line with my sharp little puppy teeth!