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My Life As a Peep

It was free PUPCAKE day!!

Today I got to go to the Three Dog Bakery for the first time. They were having "free pupcake day" plus a clearance sale.

It was so much fun. I got to meet some other dogs. The first two I met were a little tense and I was a little tense, too, but we just did lotsa sniffing and then our pawrents took us away. I wiggled and wagged back to mom - "Look!! I just met two dogs, wasn't that cool???" and then I got to meet their little bro. But their little bro is just a pup and we wanted to plaaaaaaaay after we sniffed. BOL So we bounced around and got caught up in our leashes and I tried to put my paws all over him 'cause that's so much fun to do but then the little guy got picked up so that he didn't get smooshed. Oooops. BOL. I didn't jump up on his dad and mom thought that was good.

Then the next doggie I met is the official doggie greeter. He's a sheltie. We sniffed and then that was that. He roams around the store and so I saw him again a couple times. There was also a golden retriever but we never went over to meet each other, and there were some 2-legged kids there too but mom didn't let me ask for pets and kisses 'cause she didn't want me to forget myself and jump up on anyone to give kisses.

We practice all the stuff I know (sit, down, target, shake, back) and I was a really good boy. When mom would stop to chat I'd sit there and start whining a bit and the lady behind the counter would say "What's the matter, Stewie?" I don't wanna sit still, I wanna sniff stuff!! Yeah!

Then, mom bought two new toys and at the checkout, I got my free pupcake! There's a little table outside so mom sat down there and gave me my pupcake. It was sooooo good. Yum yum yum!

I wanna go back there! Yeah!

Why is it always....

This is "Mom", hijacking Stewie's diary for a moment.

I was out at the bookstore and decided to pop into the near by pet store "just to look". Of course I ended up buying about $25 in toys, after convincing myself that the boys were bored with their latest stock (lots of home-made fleece tuggies, remnants of Stewie's coveted fish toy from two weeks ago, wubbas without tails, lost tennis balls, a really boring rubber tuggie, and the really cool fleece/rope toy that they snubbed for a week or two before ripping it apart with relish) even though I watched them play with stuff just hours before. Well, one can be indulgent sometimes, right? Especially for the sake of others?

But I'm back there in the toy aisles, mentally comparing this store's toy selection to that of two others. This one's falling a bit short, but it tends to be cheap, and I finally decide to get a rope with two tennis balls attached and a mint rope. Good for a satisfying chew, which is what both of the boys seem to be most interested in right now. I handle other sturdy looking toys and feel for squeakers... unfortunately there are many and I know that gutting will happen much too quickly. Stewie has swallowed more than I would like to admit, but it's all come through OK. Oh, except for the time he got the brilliant idea to eat a few rocks. But squeakers still make me nervous so I try not to buy them too often. I look at rubber toys and imagine Stewie gnawing off pieces and swallowing those, too.

Hmm.... so hard to find new toys to keep things interesting!

I'm ready to leave, but see a firehose toy. Stewie had one before but he made quick work of it. But I think "What the heck" and pick the biggest one.

When I get home, have all the labels off, and am ready to distribute toys and lessen any jealousy issues over a brand-new toy, all 3 dogs are crowded around me. I let Stewie have first pick since I want to get something into his mouth before he tries to steal something from wee Emerson. He takes the minty toy and promptly drops it, looking eager. I offer the other rope toy but he pays it no mind at all. His enthusiasm gives way and he's jumping up in excitement. Doubtful, I offer the firehose. He takes it with such glee and immediately trots over to the couch, tail wiggling so hard that the whole of him is wiggling. Emerson settles on the minty rope, which he takes to his crate, and Jasmine (who doesn't play a whole lot anymore) gets a kick out of simply sniffing the rope with tennis balls.

This is not the first time I am left wondering "Why is it always the toy I buy last, on a whim, that they love the most?"

All those toy-aisle deliberations don't matter at all to the dogs.

But luckily, the boys are young, and they warm up to all toys in their own time. I know they will put some wear and tear into these toys. But for now they are quite pleased as punch with what mom brought home from the store! The only thing that could have made them happier was if I had brought them with me. We'll do that next time.

Met 2 new doggies today

Today Daddy came home from work and, not too long after, took me on a car ride! All right! We were off to Daddy's work. I've been there before, mostly to schmooze with the people he works with. Well, this time we weren't there to visit with people (but that's a perk, too, of course) but to visit with 2 DOGS! Daddy's boss has two older collies. One of them sniffed me and then walked away, and the other was more like Jasmine and did lotsa barking. Well, I didn't want to upset them so I didn't ask them to play or anything like that. It was fun, but we didn't stay for long. It was still nice to get out of the house for awhile, do something fun.

Today mom found a hula-hoop in the shed and got the wild idea to try it out. It makes noise so she rolled it around and left it on the ground for us to investigate. She always made sure we weren't near here before she started hula hoopin'... but I'd march over to check it out. The first time I did that, I got whacked in the face not once but twice! Mom couldn't stop the hoop in time. That didn't deter me from marching over to again and again about five more times (mom stopped the hoop well in advance those times) until finally I didn't care anymore and let mom have her fun.

I also got a new treat today. Mom put a piece of banana into the bottom of our kongs to stop them up. Then she put plain yogurt into the kong. Then she put them in cups and stuck them in the freezer. At that point, all we got to do was lick the yogurt off her fingers. Why was the freezer getting a treat and not us?? But mom explained that they had to sit in there for a few hours and we'd get to eat them later. When "later" came, those kongs were super cold but so yummy!! Mmmm!