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Nibble's World

Mama She's Crazy

I know she is my sister, kin and all, but I gotta tell you puppies she is NUTS. Not just a tad goofy, a little eccentric, a unique personality. No. no no, she is rubber room crazy!

What would you call a fur who tries to put her head in my mouth when I yawn? I mean, besides stupid. I don't know what she thinks she'll find in there. You all know me, if there is food in my mouth, wave bye bye to it because it is GONE. She does it even when I haven't ate anything.

What about the weird habit of playing with my tags? Kid you not. She bats at them like we were , oh I hate to say it, but like we were kitties or something.

Only crazy dogs chew their own dog tags. We have socks, chew toys, bones, but, oh no. She chews her dog tags. Mommy had to take them off of her. Had little teeth marks in them. It's so embarrasing.

She goes berserk at feeding time. Jumps all over. You'd think she never gets fed. And, what a pig. Total oinker. She eats her food and tried to eat mine! I'm the one on a diet.

I swear she has pogo sticks for legs. Because she jumps over the baby gate, now Dad stacks them. I feel like I'm confined in Ft. Knox. Then Dad caught her this morning standing on her crate with her paws in the sink. She won't quit until she lands both of us in a cage.

OMD you never heard anyone make so much noise with a squeaky toy. If she thinks it is prey then she likes torturing them. The folks said they can barely hear TV over all the racket.

What is the deal with pottying outside? Rattle the blinds when you have to go. She acts like Mom and Dad are mind readers. Hey, I LOVE them but I got news for her. They are not that bright. This sniff, sniff and squat business does not cut it in the house. Last night she peed in the garage. I have NEVER confused the garage with the outside. I mean really. They cars are in there. I ride in those cars. It is NOT the bathroom, lady.

Get this, she thinks she is a guard dog. She barks at every little sound. Well okay, last night she did not bark when the folks flushed the toilet. That is the first time since she has been here. She barks and growls when Daddy and I come in the house. Yeah, like what is the pipsqueak going to do?

Would someone explain to me why a puppy who can jump off the couch, bed and not afraid of climbing the baby gate yet is afraid to walk down the back steps? It's one lousy step. Logic is not her strong suit.

She has so much to learn. I get a headache just thinking about it.

I gotta go. Better go see what the little nut job is doing.

Nibbles,
The shamed and tired big brother

Big Brother

Man. I gotta bark that this big brother gig is harder than it looks.

To catch you puppies up, last Thursday my sister Summer came to live with us. She is four months old. Cute as a button and can be an annoying pain in the furry kiester!

Don't get me wrong, I love the little fuzzball. We do chase each other and play which is great fun. I get awfully concerned about her like last night when she was crying in her crate I had to go see what was wrong. Sometimes I let her curl up and sleep with me. I check out her food bowl but I don't eat any of it. She has the adorable habit of taking her food out of the bowl walking a few steps and then eat it.

The bad part? I nicknamed her Richocet becasue she is all over the place. I mean she is turbo-charged! Mom needs to switch her to decalf! And, I wouldn't say she is a tad bossy- she is VERY bossy. Pushes me out of the food dish. (It's MY breakfast!), chases me off the couch, barks in my face, always pestering me to play and tries to "claim" Mom and Dad for herself. Oh, and gets this...if Mom slips me a piece of food she must smell it and gets right up to my mouth. For real! It's not like I'm a momma dog. Well, she is going to learn once it is in my mouth it is MINE!

I try to be good to her. Mostly I just walk away or turn my head. I have growled a bit but I have not snapped.

I'm glad I gotta little sister but man I will be glad when she learns to chill.

Bark at ya later puppies.

Nibbles

I've got a sister!

Hi everybody. I've got grr-great news. I got my Christmas present early and you will never guess what it is! A sister! A furry cavalier sister!

Her name is Summer because she was born August 3. She is a tri-color just like me down to the freckle on her snout. Know why that is? What have the same furry mother and father. No kidding! Now we have the same human parents!

She is a lot of fun to play with. She has a tiny squeaky bark! Too cute. She likes to play chase. We like to be in the crate together!

She is a bit of a scaridy cat but that is because she is little and everything is new to her. She needs to get the hang of the house breaking thing. I don't think she likes the cold but poohing in the house is a no-no. I'm sure she'll get the hang of it.

We picked her up yesterday at Cheri's. I went with the folks which means Lisa got to see me. (Shout out to my gal Lisa!) Summer is doing real good. She slept in the crate without fussing or making a mess. I slept next to her in our room.

The good thing about having a little sister is I have someone to play with. I get to go out more. Mom took me for a walk at 6am. Of course Mom and I went back to bed together. The bad thing is I am not allowed to eat Summer's food.

Mom will get a dogster page for Summer once she gets some pictures and a little time. Busy time of year to be a church secretary being Jesus' birthday and all. (Isn't it cool we get gifts on His birthday?)

Summer has a busy few days ahead. Tomorrow we are going to get a family picture with Santa Claus. Wednesday she is going to go see pokey vet lady. I haven't decided if I should warn Summer about pokey vet lady or keep my mouth shut. Man it's tough being the big brother.

Well, I gotta go play with Summer and Dad. Bark at ya later puppies!