Likes: Any kind of treats! Except the hard ones that are gross and un-chewable.
Pet-Peeves: Mommy NOT petting me!
Favorite Toy: The Kong!!!!!!
Favorite Food: I love those Canine Carry Outs
Favorite Walk: The fountain we live by. It's good excercise to walk down there and to drink the water! Until I get in trouble for drinking it. Hehe.
Best Tricks: Up, down, leave it, stay, come, sit, shake, hi-5, focus, jumping over the bar, and catching balls in my mouth.
Arrival Story: My parents told me that after my basketball game, we were going to Grandma's. I was not excited. I was tired and grumpy. It took so long, it seemed like we weren't ever going to get there. When we got there, they said nevermind, my dad had to go to a business meeting. We got SO mad. When we walked out, there were 6 little puppies running around. I wasn't so sad anymore. I played with all of them, and the dog mom running around. Then my parents said, "Which one do you like best?" we pointed to one that was all black, with white paws. We practiced picking him up and cuddling him. "Why?" we kept asking. Then they said, "We are taking him home." We were SUPER excited. We thought they were kidding! Then the owner told us how him and another puppy had been lost in the woods the night before we got there. They stayed together all night, and returned in the morning. They were part of sextuplets, and loved each other the most. We couldn't seperate them. When we got in the car, we named the black one Smoky. The black and white one S'mores. My mom had Smoky in the front, and he was soooo calm. They were all mixed up! Smoky was quiet, S'mores was crazy. Now, it's completely opposite.
Wow! Its January 17 already. Mom's first year of highschool is almost over and time is just going by really fast. We're gonna live in the moment tho. We really want spring, Mom's training for soccer soon and she said she would prolly run with us sometime(: And we want warm weather.
Well lastnite around midnight (of course Mommy was up on the phone with friends ;) we were barking like craaaaaazy and someone was squealing. Guess that doesn't sound too normal, so she came downstairs and we had something in a tree. We got it down, pinned it up against our pen, and fought. Poor little ME squealed some, maaaan racoon's are pretty mean! But we finally killed it. I'm not hurt, as far as Mommy can see. She's gonna have to suck up her girliness and walk us today, to check us out. We'll be prepared fur her to scream when she sees the poor animal...
Anyway, lastnight we both had the racoon's blood on our noses!!!