They finally got my name right!

So Mom and Dad kept calling me Sputnik, even though I kept trying to tell them that was not my name. So, I stopped answering to it all together. Finally, last week, Mom realized that I wanted a new name and tried out "Boudreaux" ... I was so happy that she realized that I was a cajun dog that I immediately obeyed her.

I love my new home!

Wow -- I can't believe I've been here a whole month now! It's gone so fast, but I've learned so much already! First, I've learned that not all cats are nice. The ones at my house are especially not nice. I've tried all month to befriend them, and all I get are swats on my nose, and nasty catfood smell spraying HISSES!
But, I do love my new brother, Snork. He and I LOVE to play tug-of-war and snuggle with Mom and Dad on the bed in the morning. We also play bite face and tear things up together in the back yard. (I'm not sure why that makes Mom so unhappy!)
I finally got that stupid cone thing off my head, too. The vet says I've gained 6 pounds since moving into my new home, and that my abscess has healed nicely.
Oh yeah, Mom and Dad started taking me to dog school, too. I think I'm the star pupil there, because everyone always talks about how good I am.