Espadrilles, Yum!

Well, apparently, there are things that are appropriate to chew and things that are not appropriate to chew. It's rough being a puppy, having to learn to make these distinctions. On the NO list - shoes, $35 worth of Silk & Ivory needlepoint yarn, Frances Parkinson Keyes first editions, human arms, piano legs, wood trim on the back of the house... all kinds of stuff. Why should it be OK to chew a rawhide or a cloth toy, but not a leather and eyelet espadrille shoe? I just don't get it! Life is SOOOOO complicated.

There isn't much news on here, except that I keep getting bigger with every passing day and that's it's too darn hot to play outside for long. Not much ambition to do much out there except to flop down on the grass and take a nap in the shade. I do not understand why the humans would want to hang out in two of the hottest places in America. Weirdos! It IS kinda fun and refreshing though when they use the hose to water the plants. I like to jump up and bite the stream of water. Mama says she's going to video me this weekend and put it on You Tube, whatever THAT is.

Finally, I've discovered something else I like to do - to sing along with trumpet music. Mama was watching the Rashida Ferdinand episodes of This Old House she had on the DVR and there was one with Shamar Allen playing the trumpet. When he started, I cocked my head back and forth, and then I joined right in, barking and well, singing - no other way to describe it. Mama says one day when I'm well-socialized, she'll take me to a parade where I can hear trumpets in person. PAWSOME!

Later, Gators,
Rosie

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