Velcrodog

Da da da dum! It's VELCRODOG! That's what Mommy's been calling me lately. We have a new house and don't live with Grandma and Grandpa anymore. I've been kinda nervous about it and I missed Grandpa something AWFUL for the first month or so. I moped a lot and stuck close to Mommy and Daddy. I've sort of adjusted pretty well now. We've got our own yard that's sort of a U shape and wraps around the house. Daisy and I have worn a rut with our running back and forth. We're allowed back on the furniture here. I was secretly sleeping in the sofa at Grandma and Grandpa's even though I wasn't supposed to. It's nice to know I won't get in trouble now. I like cuddling up with Mommy and Daddy.

We go on lotsa walks in this new neighborhood and there are lots of other puppies to sniff and bark at. Lots of people walk on our street, so Daisy and I get to bark and tell them about our yard. We don't have any squirrels in our yard though. We don't get as many treats now (Grandpa always gave us one just for coming in the door), but we get lotsa cuddles. I love cuddles.

Mommy's feeding us a combination of Gravy Train (yummy!) and some kinda healthy dog food. It makes me wind a lot. Mommy calls me Stinkerbell then and it's really funny! She doesn't think so though. Ima go take a nap until Mommy and Daddy get home from work.

Play Date, Pup Pals, Bathtime, and Presents

Last weekend we got to meet Darcy and Jack. They belong to Mommy's friend Katie and are on our Pup Pal List. We had a really good time. Jack was a bit of a poo head and had to be kept inside part of the afternoon, but we got along great with Darcy! There were lots of things to sniff in their yard. I think I like our yard better though. I get a little bit intimidated by going new places. It was a long ride in the Jeep. We haven't gotten to GO anywhere in a long time, except to that awful place where Mommy and Daddy took me when I hurt my shoulder. I hope I don't ever have to go back there. Katie gave Mommy a couple of Christmas ornaments for the tree that look like me and Daisy. Or at least mine looks like me.

It's Christmas Eve, or so our people say and it's RAINING. Apparently Daisy and I had to have a bath for Christmas, although I don't know why. Mommy says we smell a lot better. I was offended the rest of the day.

The house is all weird. The furniture's been moved around and the whole family has been cleaning EVERYTHING. I don't know what all the fuss is about.

Daisy and I have stockings! They have our names on them and everything! I wonder what's in 'em?!? Mommy says we get to find out tomorrow. Daddy's having fun torturing Mommy with last minute presents.

Grandpa says the rain has lightened up a bit, so we're going outside.

Later!

Walking Season

It's WALKING SEASON!!!!! It's finally cooling down and that means Mama will take us for lots of walks! I love walks! We get to see all the neighbor dogs and even some really big dogs down the street. Mama says they're some breed called "horses". Daisy growls at them, but I just wag. I love everybody.

Yesterday our humans took our couch away. They said something about putting it in storage. I'm sad. I slept on that couch. Since I'm not allowed on the new couch, I'm confused.

Mama came out with me this morning. It was nice and cool in the low 50s. She sat out and drank her tea while Daisy and I chased each other. I had a big time playing with my rope. I like to take one end and turn in circles. If I turn fast enough the rope flies! It's so fun!

Ooo, I smell sausage...I gotta go take up my post in the kitchen in case grandma drops something!

Rainy Days Suck

I'm BOOOOOOOOOOORED. It's raining. I don't like rain. I keep following the family around hoping to get treats or lovin' or some playing. But it's still early and everybody's having their caffeine (whatever that is) and isn't interesting in playing. I'm CUTE darn it! Play with me! Pout, pout, sigh, flop, pout. Oooo, Grandma's fixing breakfast. Maybe she'll drop something. I gotta go stake out the kitchen...

What Am I?

Mom is SOOOOO excited. She thinks she may have figured out what I am--other than a Gok (that's what the guy who gave me to Dad said I was...a God Only Knows). When I was a baby they thought maybe I was part Australian Cattle Dog or Australian Shepherd. As I got bigger, I got real muscular shoulders and they thought maybe some boxer or bulldog. Mom's been looking through pictures today and she thinks I'm part American Pit Bull Terrier and part Australian Cattle Dog. She found another dog on Dogster who looks a lot like me that's that mix. Mom says it isn't important what breed I am 'cause I'm 100% pure bred cuddle puppy! Or was it lap dog? Oh who cares? I'm cute. Feed me!