April 14th 2005 8:05 am
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Well, my mom's belly is getting big and they keep talking about some baby coming and how Lucy and I have to be good dogs. Mom keeps going into the room we never go into and takes a doll out of some frilly thing they keep it in. She lets us come and help get the baby and we have to sit and behave when she does it. The first time mom got the baby doll we nearly knocked the frilly thing over, so we're good now and sit and wait. Then mom sits on the couch and we're allowed to sniff the baby. Boy do mom and dad give that doll a lot of attention. But I get pets and kisses too. As long as I get my pets and kisses I don't care who comes!
Grandma and Poppy came for a visit the other night. That was fun...Grandma and Poppy are so nice to us-they brought us toys and of course I broke mine right away and Dad took it away. I was so excited I just wanted to chew it up. Poppy teases me but he let me sit in his lap and told me I was a good boy and he petted me. That was nice, he almost put me to sleep. Grandma let me lick a plate before she put it in the dishwasher...Mom & Dad don't let us do that.
It was sad when they left the next day, I wanted to go home with them and they would have taken me. I'd miss Mom & Dad and Lucy but I think I'd like living with them. I sat in their car and pretended that I was going to drive them all the way home to NYC. They thought that was too cute! I am, I know!
December 21st 2004 12:38 pm
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On Sunday our friend Pokka Dot came to stay with us. She's going to stay the entire week cause her mom and dad went away for Xmas and couldn't take her. Pokka Dot is bigger than me and I like to get her to try and play with me but I'm thinking I outta give up...apparently she's old and doesn't like to play too much with adolescents. So, Lucy and I play instead. Pokka Dot barks at us if we get too crazy, or else she walks upstairs and lays on the bed in the second bedroom. She's the laziest house guest ever...and she cries the entire time. My mom had to sleep with her the first night so she wouldn't be so upset . I heard mom complaining to dad that Pokka Dot is a worse bed hog than he is. If you haven't guessed, Pokka is a dalmation...she is also a therapy dog so you'd think she'd be a lot less whiney than she is. They say it's her age, she's ten...I hope I don't get like that when I'm ten. I think I'm gonna bounce off the walls forever!! YIPPEE!! Thank goodness Lucy is always up for some action.
Mom says I have six months to shape up before some baby comes. I don't know what baby she's talking about but she keeps saying she's sure I"ll be calmer in 6 months cause I'll be closer to two years old and that's what Lucy did. I wonder what happens if I don't calm down?? Probably nothing cause they love me way too much. Especially dad. I love hanging out with dad...actually hanging out ON dad is more like it. He's so soft and cuddly. I like to drape myself on him like a blankey and fall asleep.
Mom can't wait for the week to be over...three dogs is one dog too many for her. Can't wait to see what's in my stocking for Xmas.
October 20th 2004 1:44 pm
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Mom bought these great things called Nylabones. I cannot get enough of my bone. I will chew it until the cows come home. When I have my Nylabone I don't care about anything else. Sometimes Lucy comes over and takes my Nylabone away...she's so bossy. I just let her and then I watch her until she's done. Mom got some other Nylabones but I only like the one...Lucy too. So we share. Mom calls them my pacifier...I wonder what that means?
Mom and Dad let me out of my crate all the time now. I only go in it when I have to sleep and when they have to go to work. I don't really like to go downstairs by myself to get water but I did the other day, that was kinda nice that nobody followed me or checked up on me. I went right back upstairs and took a spot on the couch next to mom.
Sometimes when mom is lying in bed watching tv at night I lay at the foot of the bed...but watching tv in the dark makes me sleepy so I go into my crate all by myself. Mom seems to think that's cool...I don't know why...it is where I sleep. And I'm just doing what Lucy is doing...she goes in hers and they don't make a big deal.
I'm looking forward to the day that I don't have to spend the day in my crate...that's boring and I get crazy when they get home from work. Oh well.
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