back home, thank goodness!

Boy, I had quite the weekend away! I ate lots of turkey and other good floor food. Good thing my Mommy's family is so clumsy! Anyhow, I spent the whole weekend playing with my Uncle Baron and my new Auntie Lucy. She's just a baby, and she looks like lots of my friends all mixed together in one dog. She could be part Golden Retriever, Dachsund, Rhodesian Ridgeback, Beagle, who knows! But she jumped all over my belly and it tickled, and she nibbled on my ears, and we played lots. It was fun to pretend I was a little kid again. Anyhow, my time with Uncle Baron was fun too. My human Uncle Joe wrestled with both of us, and my grandparents are always impressed at how well-behaved I am (if they only knew... haha!).

Anyhow, it was totally exhausting! I think I was the only one in the car happy to see the "New Jersey Welcomes You" sign...I just wiggled my bum and wagged my tail in anticipation of the smelly air and loud college kids. And I finally got to completely relax. I slept and slept and slept.

The hardest part about coming home, though, is that my grandparents have a big fenced yard and I don't ever need to be on a leash. My mommy brought me for a walk this morning and boy, was it a pain in the bum to have that thing pulling on my neck the whole way. I mean, my goodness, if I want to stop and sniff something, I should be able to do that. I know I played with a puppy this weekend, but I AM a big girl and can make my own choices about what I sniff and where! Sheesh!

Seriously, though, it's good to be back!

The funnest new game EVER.

Well, it's been about a month and a half since Pinky got adopted and I have settled back into my solo-pup routine pretty well. I miss having company but I get my people ALL TO MYSELF again, which is great.

I have finally figured out the best game in the whole world. Most dogs probably know it... I've seen some other pals playing it at the park before, but I only figured it out a little while ago. See, it's called "fetch." It's when your person throws something for you and you have to run as fast as you can to get it, and then you bring it back and they throw it again!!! It is so much fun and it makes me so pooped that I just sleep all day after we go play. Of course I played games like "fetch" before but I never really understood the "bring-it-back-and-chase-it-again" part. I still like those puppy games, like wrestling and tag, but this fetching thing feels so sophistocated! I get so proud of myself when I know I did a good job.

I still have to figure out how to be graceful about getting the ball or the squeaky or whatever, though. I usually overrun it, trip, and fall on my butt when I try to stop...Then I get grass and mud stains and I have to get a bath (grumble)...I'm working on it, though. Before you know it I'll be catching things in the air and on the bounce! Woah, that would be so cool.

more time for mischief!

Well, my people sent Pinky (also known as Keita, but we all call her Pinky because I am the Brain...) off to stay on a trial run with a new family. I kind of miss her....but it sure is fun to have all the attention to myself again. Since I don't have Pinky to play with all the time anymore, I have energy left for my favorite thing in the world: MISCHIEF!

Yesterday, I decided to try out some cosmetic products. I was sort of confused by the avocado body butter... do you eat it or put it on your paws to make them smooth? Well, I did both. It was kind of hard to chew through the plastic container, but smelling good was worth it!

Today was great. My mommy forgot to close the closet where they keep my treats. Oh, boy. What a treasure trove! I had two puppy energy bars, a bunch of Hip Chips, and about a quarter of a bag of plain old biscuits. I didn't even have room for dinner, and I always have room for everything!

What will I find to do tomorrow?!

life as a non-only child...

Boy oh boy. Having a foster sister is more work than I could have ever imagined! She takes my toys, tries to butt in on cuddle time with my people, steals my favorite bed, and tries to play all the time even though I am cranky and need my beauty rest. I have learned to be much more careful with how I display whatever treats I have...if it's visible to Keita, it's fair game! She also has claimed the couch as her own personal space, and if I try to go up there by myself to get a little rest and a better view of the room, she will join me! Then, of course, she tries to play with me up there (kids...sigh.) and I have to find somewhere else to relax. I suppose that's how my mommie felt when I used to push her off my old favorite chair, but I am cute and can get away with that stuff.

We sure do have fun, though. She likes the dog park a lot, so it's not as boring if no one else is there, and if it's a day when we don't get to go to the dog park we can still play. It's especially fun to do laps around the coffee table.

I suppose I'll take the good with the bratty kid stuff and enjoy the companionship!

Keita

Yesterday I got a foster sister. She's a little bit bigger than me but that's OK because I'm as tough as any big dog. I like having Keita around but sometimes it's a little hard to know when it's time to stop playing and start relaxing. I sure am pooped!

Keita is a lot of fun, so if any of you out there reading this want to have a real sister all your own, Keita might just be for you.

What's kinda fun about this is that Keita hasn't learned how to escape from her crate like I did. Since I am the Uncrateable Dog, I get to be free when my people are out and about and Keita is stuck in my old crate.

I could get used to this foster sister thing... I'm not quite sure yet!

Watching food network makes me hungry!

My people left me alone for a couple hours this evening and silly them, they left the food network on. I think they think it keeps me company but really, that Emeril makes me HUNGRY! Well, I'm no dummy. I know where my food is. That giant tub of food is just sitting, all closed up, in the corner of the room. Like that's going to stop me from getting my dinner. I dragged the tub, which weighs as much as I do, out through the hallway, managed to snap the cover off, and helped myself. I mean, really. You can't expect a gal to watch hours of chilis and salsas, salad bars unwrapped, and south-of-the-border Emeril without getting too munchy for words!

Owwwie!

Today, I was at the dog park with my mommie. I saw a pal named Bosco walking on the other side of the park and I went running over to say hello and show him the way to the gate (in case he forgot). As I was running, I tried to put my little puppy breaks on and slow down as I approached the fence, but I was too late. The grass was slick and my legs slipped out from under me and I tumbled like a regular gymnast. Of course, since I am the clumsiest dog ever, I hit my head on the fence. My mommie had to clean out a couple little cuts with some stingy stuff. It wasn't so bad that we had to leave the park or anything, but it sure was embarrassing!

Boy oh boy, sometimes I wish I wasn't the speed-demon socialite that I am....

home sweeeet home

Wow, moving sure can be traumatic. First, everything disappeared from my old house. As they did that, so I didn't run away, they had to lock me in the bedroom. Oh, that was frustrating! I cried and cried. When we got to the new place, they had to keep me contained again. Well, I wasn't having it. They had me in my harness and put my leash around the back of the UHAUL. Puh-lease. They thought that a simple canvas harness could hold a pup that broke out of a metal crate? I don't think so. I just Harry Houdini-ed my way out of that and followed them to the new house.

Anyways, my new house is big, and I got a nice new big bed from my Uncle Baron. There is a backyard, and we are closer to the place where we always go for walks. I like it a lot here, especially cuz all my stuff is back out where I can see it. Phew. What a long week!

My chair is no more. :(

Well, I begged, pleaded, and cried, but my chair got thrown in the dumpster! I even tried to go sit and take a nap on it as they were pushing it out the door. They say they're going to get a nicer chair once we move to the new apartment (oh, the trauma), but I really liked that one. It smelled like me, and no matter how hard they tried, it still smelled like me. It was MINE. So now I'm sad.

Dude, where's my stuff?!

So, all of the things in our little home are getting put into boxes. Even some of MY STUFF. My people keep talking about a "new apartment" that will be better than this one. I guess there is some space in a yard for me to run around and play. But it's very stressful to be just told that you have to up and move and not even get any say in it! All my stuff starts disappearing into boxes and I am left with just a few toys. They're even getting rid of my favorite chair! (Not if I stay on it, that is...) Oh, I was so distressed today when my mommy left that I chewed up one of her shoes. That'll teach her to pack my things!