Training your human, Part 1.

If you're a Boston like me, I betcha a million milkbones that you like to sleep burrowed under the blankets at night. Well, lately I've been struggling with sharing the bed with my human because she tosses and turns -- and TOTALLY HOGS THE COVERS!!! It has been increasingly more problematic .. but I figured out a brilliant solution!

For all you BTs out there facing a similar situation, follow my advice:

When your human steals the covers,
A) walk over to his/her face and stare at it. Believe me, even a sleeping human knows when there's an adorable little face staring at them two inches away.
B) when their eyes open, lick their nose.
C) Here where you can either whine lovingly, or bust out the puppy dog eyes.

It's worked every time.
See, training your humans is possible, you just need patience.

Good luck!
Otto

Computers don't run on milkbones?!

Hi everydoggie!
I've been trying to get online, but I think my mom broke the comupter. I tried shoving some milkbones into the disc drive, but that didn't seem to work. I also tried to entice it to life by teasing it with my rope-bone (you guys have to check out my seductive Dance-of-the-Rope-Bone ... it's mighty hard to resist!). That didn't work either. So I've been scribbling diary entries by muzzle secretly under the bed. Here's the 411:

There are 2 new cats in the house and I'm gonna get them!
There are 2 big dogs in the house (mom keeps calling them "petsitting") and I can take them both on at the SAME TIME!
There's a new human in the house and she hates being licked. Hee hee hee.

More later ---
Otto

A place called "camping"

I had the best weekend ever!!!

My parents took me out into the wilderness to a place called "camping." I got to run around and play with another doggie named Bobby and sleep in a tent (burrowed under the sleeping bag, of course). I even went swimming for the first time and I wasn't even scared! Boy, was the water cold!

THEN, on Sunday I went frisbee golfing at the park. I can run SO fast. If you ever want a good race, you let me know. And at the park, my mom was so happy because I didn't chase after any rollerbladers. I barked at a couple of ducks though. Come on, I'm only canine.

Ooh, a diary!

Hi everydoggie! I'm so bored at home when my mom's at work. Luckily the cat taught me how to use the computer. I think I'm going to start my new diary with a record of my personal inventory. Here goes:

1. My human mom.
2. My older brother, Spartacus the cat.
3. My toys (specifically my rope bone, my SpongeBob toy, my Kong and my chewed-up hot dog squeaker).
4. My food and water bowls.
5. My tough spiked collar and shiny name tag.
6. My black "Rock Star" tee that I pretend I don't like, but secretly do.
7. My leash.
8. My (muffle, crunch) doggie treats. Mmmm.

I think that about covers it.
Except my smelly shampoo. I think I'll have the cat "accidentally" knock it off the counter and I'll bury it in the backyard. She'll never know ...