I'm a trouble maker!

So Fender was laying in his bed quietly, chewing a nylabone. I really felt like playing. I try to get his attention by prancing around. He is ignoring me. I try pawing his face, I know he loves it when I do that! Jeesh, boy is he moody. Ok...I'm gonna try to give him little love nips on the nose. AHHHH, Fender is attacking me....I love it! Although, he doesn't seem to want to play, he's going right back to his bed. What's his problem. C'mon Fender, please please please play with me. Oh whatever, oh daddy....let me chew on the sock that's on your foot and bite your knee caps! Ah, just what I needed, a little attention. I guess any kind is good!

I got a boyfriend, but lost my bed!

So this past weekend my mom brought home a new dog. His name is Fender. He has lots of energy like me...and likes to play with the same toys as me. My mom says we have "dip stick" tails...whatever that means. So, Fender is great, however, I'm a bit tired. First of all because I'm exercising a lot more, which mom says I needed to cuz she said I had a "generous" figure, and secondly, Fender has taken over my sleeping quarters. That means my parents bed. So, I've been sleeping with my kids...but they won't let me sleep under the covers like mom does. Also, Fender likes to get up early....I like to sleep in even after everyone is up. Hmm....what's a girl to do? Today mom cut a nylabone in half and gave one to me and one to Fender. Well, I went out back and buried mine. I sorta wanted Fender's bone too. So, I followed him around until he placed it down. I figure, well he must not want it. That was until Fender came bolting around the corner after me. So, I ran and ran and mom says we were running around like maniacs. I was getting tired, so I kept running until I saw the crate...then I went in there and kept my back to Fender. I ate his bone. Well, how was I supposed to know he wanted it back?

It Could Only Happen To Me!

Mom noticed after a sleepless night that I seemed restless and no longer wagged my tail. Mom got upset and was in a panic. Something was wrong....I still ate, drank, and wanted to play...but I wouldn't sit and my tail would hang between my legs. All Mom could think was something is really wrong. She called Dad and because it was a weekend, my vet was not opened, he brought me to the emergency animal hospital. Wow....there is something in the box, my head keeps tipping to try to get a better listen. People are laughing at me....oh, I know I'm cute. Ok, off into the room. Nice lady comes in and starts petting me....oh, I like that! Ouch! What are you doing to my tail? Don't bend it that way, it hurts! Ok, done....off to the car and back home. Mom, seems soooo happy to see me. Now I get cheese! Yum...yuck, what was that hard thing in it? I have a sprained WHAT? Is that why my tail hurts? Ok, so I sprained my tail...WHAT'S IT TO YOU?

July 4th went off with no strings attached?

My mom had knee surgery last week and we decided for her to be able to recuperate we would go camping as a family. We had so much fun. I always have fun when I camp. I see so many other dogs and lots of kids....I get so excited! On the 4th of July my mom was sitting by the pond with me, enjoying the weather. My kids were around playing and fishing. They like to use bread to catch fish. I like bread.....yikes....wait a sec....this bread isn't soft, it kinda hurts my mouth....ouch, mom, what did I do? My mom starts yelling for my dad and says something about the fishing hook. People are coming to see me....oh I love people....why are they tugging on my lip, ouch. What are they saying? Vet, oh I like the vet. What a nice ride in the car....I love to stick my head out the window, I just can't understand why this string is hanging out of my mouth...oh well, I'll just take a nap. Oh, a new place, smells like lots of other puppies....why are people laughing? Boy, mom looks worried. Oh, what a nice lady, she's patting me....dad and the kids are talking, where are you bringing me....OUCH!.....oh we can leave now?

Note from mom: Bristol got a fishing hook stuck in her bottom lip, she was very brave and very well behaved. She was not phased in the least and it took 30 seconds for the vet technician to take it out and send us on our way. No blood, no shots, just a happy puppy ready for more camping!

Sleeping In

I was quietly sleeping up against my mom this morning under the covers when I heard a little jingle. I poked my head up to feel a little pounce. I decided to stick my head out of the covers cuz I know what that jingle means. There she is, glaring at me, waiting for me to make the first move. I slowly crawl out from the covers and watch her every move. Her eyes never leave mine. I slowly put one paw forward, she stiffens her body, then I put another paw forward and advance ever so slightly. The rooms is quiet, filled with the tension of who will make the next move. She quickly springs from the lump she quietly sat on and bolts to the floor in one swift move. I leap onto the mound that held only a trace of where she had once been. Loudly I hear my mom yell "Get Off Of Me! Can't I just Sleep In without you two playing on my bed!".....she yells for my kid to come get the dog and the cat....is she talking about us?

Rainy Day

My kid just got home and I'm already attacking her shoes. Don't they get it, it's raining, and I don't want to play outside, so I'm gonna do the next best thing, see how many times I can make my kids scream. Oh wait, mom is getting annoyed, hmm....I better lay low for a few minutes until she forgets....ok...getting ready to give her my toy, over and over and over again. She doesn't seem to be interested, maybe she can't see it, I'll just put it in her face....oh look it fell on the floor, she probably dropped it, let me put it in her lap, hmm....she doesn't throw far at all. Maybe I'll get a different toy, I'll chew it up and get it nice and slobbery so I know she'll feel it on her when I put it on her lap....what is she saying? Why is she making that face? Hmm, this doesn't seem to be working, maybe I'll just go find that cat.

--Bristol (is this how a dog thinks?)