OK, OK... I'll be good...

Mom says that if I'm good she'll take me to see Granny and Uncle Mike and Tim this weekend. I love visiting Granny, I always give her BIG puppy kisses! The biggest I can! She loves me sooo much, and somehow I always get a piece of hidden food that's hangin around!

I like seeing Uncle Mike and Tim too! Uncle Mike spoils me, and I get to play with their dogs Izzy (a scotty) and Tinker (a bichon). I also like running and sliding on their wood floors! You should see me fly! Last time I was there I helped Uncle Mike with dishes. Momma was proud of me.

But I'm gonna be good, really! I haven't had an accident in almost 2 weeks! That includes when Mommy and Daddy are gone for long times! I think I've got this 'potty' thing beat! Oh yeah!

Bark.

Yep-it's true! I'm almost a big pup now. I have one more week of Puppy School, then I graduate!! I'm sooo excited. I think I'm the smartest one in the class... I let them know it too! My teacher Lori says my name should've been "Sassy"... but I'm not sassy... just the boss.

So I bark a lot... nothing wrong with that, I'm just letting mommy and daddy know what I want... and the neighbors... and anyone else that can hear me woof!

Well, that stuffed squeakin' sheep of mine keeps looking at me with those beady eyes... I'm gonna have to go show him... Bark.

ouch!

Well I did it... just what momma was afraid i'd do... bust out my stiches! Ok, well, ALMOST. I'm fine, but I was licking and biting at my stiches so they took me to Pet Smart (yay!) and got me this evil plastic torture device! Mommy and Daddy put it around my neck like a collar! Can you believe it?!! Said it was so I won't lick myself--- HELLOOO! I'm a DOG!! Geesh! Then they left. Yep- Meanies.

I won't forget this mom! (unless you share some of that sandwich!! pb&j!? no fair!)

hmf.

Since mommy and daddy are BOTH at work, I don't have much to do besides chew on the cardboard boxes in the living room (are they EVER gonna be done moving in?), or I can start this diary thing. We'll see how it goes... momma says I don't have much of an attention span, and something about A.D.D... whatever that means...

So last Thursday mom tricked me! She said we were going to the vet, which I guess I always forget what that means because I'm always excited to go, until they put me up on the table and I remember the needles... but then we go home, and everything is fine, and I get lots of treats for being a good girl. But this time she just left me there!! Can you believe it? The lady holding me told me to say goodbye, and momma started crying! What were they doing with me?! Where were they taking me?!! Why is mommy leaving?!!! but I wasn't scared...really, I was brave.

Well, I was spayed, whatever that means, and they told momma that she should keep me pretty inactive for 10 days!! BOL! They don't know me very well. I mean I was a little sore at first, but nothing that would slow me down. I think the medicine that momma hides in peanut butter makes me goofy sometimes, but that just makes me wanna play more.

Momma said she asked if they could give her some sedatives, (don't know that word either), but she thinks they thought she was kidding and just laughed. She's had a real hard time keeping me under control lately. I just want to run and roll, and play, and bound up and down the stairs! Speaking of the stairs... I think I'm gonna stop barking and go chew on the carpet on the stairs... yeah!

Woof at you later...