Bath time!!!

ohhhhhh gosh... I hate taking baths! I know it's going to happen once Mommy gives me that look, and I hear the bathwater running. I try to hide by lying on my bed, but then I start panting and trembling. Myanne has to drag me in to the bathtub. Once I'm in there, it's not so bad, but sometimes I try to jump out if I can. Mommy and Myanne make me feel better by telling me I am a good boy, and that I will look soooo handsome when I am all done. The best part is when I get to shake and get water all over the bathroom...

Sometimes Mommy even tries to get a thing that she calls a "hairdryer" out and it blows hot air at me and is really really loud. I don't like it, so I always run away. Once my bath is over, I figure it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Plus, I get a treat after for being such a good boy!! Woof woof!

Lazy Sundays

I love Sundays. It's great because Mom and Dad and Myanne are home ALL DAY! Myanne even takes me (and Maggie, my sister) for a walk. I always get to go FIRST because I'm the oldest. Today there were lots of people out in the neighborhood, and even some dogs! I get soooo excited to see other dogs. We like to bark at each other and I always want to run up to them and sniff them, but Myanne says I can't. She says people are scared of me because I'm part Pit Bull. But my family knows that I would never be mean to other dogs. Sometimes when we go for walks we even see little people. Myanne calls them "kids". I've only seen 'kids' a couple times, so I don't know how to act around them.

Mom and Dad just started playing this wierd game where they hit little white balls into a net with long metal sticks. They call it "golf" -- or something like that. They say they have to use a net to practice, and also because our they think our backyard is not that big. I think our backyard is humongous! I wish we didn't have a big fence around it because then I could see other dogs walking by from a mile away. Whenever I do see other dogs, I bark and Daddy gets really mad at me!

The best part about Sundays is that we do what is called a "cook-out" in the afternoon. Mom always lets me have a piece of cheese before she puts it on the food, and I get to split a hot dog with my sister. Yummy! We even get chips too!