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I Do The Ears Thing

What is an "It"?

Just the other day(it was Thursday, mommy loaded me up into the back of the car in my crate. I was excited, because whenever she puts me in the crate in the back of the car, exciting things happen! Puppy class, Agility trials, a visit to the vet, a day at Grandma's house, or a visit to the pet supply store is sure to follow.

I was right! It was a visit to the vet. I felt sick during the ride, though, because I hadn't eaten breakfast - mommy "forgot" to give it to me! Well...she said that the vet told me to skip breakfast, but all I know is that I didn't get my breakfast, which disappointed me. So, I threw up in my crate and made a mess. It was yucky.

Mommy unloaded me and they washed me off in the vet's office. The receptionist said "Hi, Quynn!" and I did my wiggle-butt dance for her and rolled over in bliss. She is a wonderful tummy scratcher. She praised me for not jumping up - I know that people hate that and you never get pats and tummy rubs when you do that. If you roll over or do a wiggle-butt dance, then you get lots! So I never jump up. Mommy says I'm very smart - Sierra and Hallie have to be reminded. Teehee.

Mommy talked to her for a while, then hugged me and kissed my spot, then(though I didn't even realize it) gave the receptionist my leash, who led me down a hallway. Mommy watched me disappear, but I was so excited, I barely noticed. Then, when mom walked out the door, I turned around and saw her go and was worried. The receptionist stroked me and told me it was going to be okay, that Mom would come back before night time.

Not long after, my almost-favorite person(my family are my favorite people appeared! The vet! I danced for him and wagged my tail and he laughed, said hi and rubbed my head. He likes me a lot! He told me and mom that I have wonderful manners.
They put me on a table and had me sit down. I did, but my tail wagged so hard than I knocked all their toys(I think they were toys...they looked like little metal things and they smelled funny, anyway) off the table!
I fell asleep, somehow. I don't know how that happened. When I woke up, I felt yucky. I felt terrible. My mom's mom picked me up not long after I woke up and we drove home. I went into my crate and slept all day, except for my dinner and drinking some water. Mommy felt bad for me and said I was an "It" now, not really a "he".

What's an "it"?

I feel better now, but mommy won't let me run around a lot. She still makes me rest and we don't play fetch or anything! It's awful! But I do get lots of cookies and we still cuddle.
The worst part: I have to wear a weird plastic thing on my head. It's a strange collar-like thing that makes it so I can't lick or chew anything - not even my kong toy! I keep walking into doors and hitting the steps with my e-collar and it's itchy and no fun. Mom still kisses my spot, and she tells me it will be over soon, and that it's all for my own good, but I still hate it.

Oh well. I guess I'll just occupy myself wondering what an "It" is.

Bark soon,
The QuynnDawg

I had a Bath Today

Not the worst thing, but certainly no fun. It was no fun. Actually, I was amused by how much water I could lick off my coat and mom's arms, but there is a highly significant difference between fun and amusement. Trust me. I know fun. This was no fun.

Mom had to pick me up and put me in the tub. No fun. She then proceeded so SOAK me with warm water(hey, at least it was warm. Teehee.) and then rub smelly sticky bubbly stuff all through my beautiful shiny coat. I've had baths before, but this part always scares the heck out of me - it looks like she's destroying it! No fun at all. Thankfully, she managed to wash it all out my dumping gallons upon gallons(slight exaggeration, possibly) of more water on me. That was no fun.

Alas, I must admit - the following procedure was a teensy bit fun. I got to SHAKE SHAKE that water everywhere! All over mom, all over the bathroom, everywhere. Then mom rubbed my butt with the towel. It felt good. Note - these actions had nothing to do with the actual bath, so my statement is still valid. Baths are no fun. Teehee.

I may love swimming, but baths aren't lakes. They're boring.

Just a warning for everydog that is considering allowing their mommies and dads give them baths. Don't do it unless you're getting something pawsitively delicious to devour during or after. It's not worth it!

I still think I smelt better before my bath.
Teehee.

As ever, doing the ears thing,
Q

I'm Herding!

I haven't written in a while, and - I know, everydog says this - a lot has happened.

First of all, and most exciting, I have officially "clicked"! I am a herding dog! I've never shown any desire to run around livestock before and stare them into the ground, but the other day, I did it to my two goats. Today, mommy tried me on some of my sheep - I did wonderfully. Mom says she doesn't know what she's doing though, so we're going to sign up for a lesson or two with a real herding dog trainer. It should be lots of fun!

Also, mommy introduced "channel weaves" to me a short while ago. Sierra is telling me that they get narrower and narrower, and before you know it, it's not a channel of poles at all - you find yourself dodging in and out of them as fast as you can go! And it's FUN! I can't wait to get there, but mom says it's going to be a while...we have to take it slow and be patient. Of course we'll both continue to live today like there's no tomorrow and every day like it's our last, but we can still exercise patience! Teehee.

Lastly, Mom said something scary to me. She says to me, "It's time to get you neutered, Q." I didn't think anything of it, at first, but Sierra told be scary things about being neutered. She explained to me that when they say it's time to get neutered(or spayed - Si was spayed because she's a girl dog), Mom brings you to the vet's office(I like that place a lot! The vet is a nice man who gives me cookies. I also get cookies when I step on the scale), but Mom leaves you there! Oh no! I don't know what happens after that. We'll have to wait and see.

I'm going to have fun no matter what happens, though. You know what they say...Yeah, Yeah, party like a rock....party like a rock star. ;)

Teehee.

Still doin' the ears thing,
Q