Just thought I would check in and say hi! Well, I been at my new home here for a little over one month! Dad says I am better for Mom than any antidepressant, what ever that is. All I know is that I make them all smile. And that makes me happy, too!
My sister Zena has been pretty good with me. I think she had her snoot a little bit out of joint for awhile, but I guess she realized that I'm not going to give up easily. I even taught her how to play because she missed out on that in her early ruff life. I am teaching her how to not take life all so seriously because, hey, we are all here to have fun, am I right?
I am being a good boy about just about everything. Potty stuff, watching that no bad guys come near (Mom says I am an excellent watcher dog), good manners, just being charming.
I think I love everybody equally. I make sure that Dad gets snuggle time with me because that's important for him to love me, too. I like sitting in with him in his recliner chair. He says PARK IT and I squeeze right in beside him.
Oh, and do you know what I love, love, love? Watching TV!!! I get to see (and bark at) all sorts of animals, not just dogs. I bark at them and jump up and down. And if I am very lucky, I might just catch one someday. I almost caught a horse the other day!
On my walkies, I am very alert, especially when I see deers and fawns and you know what else? Robins! They drive me crazy the way they are always hop hop hopping on my lawn. Oh, and chipmunks. (I gonna get one someday, I am!) And the other day I saw a wooly bear caterpillow, or something, and I went crazy trying to catch him. But Mom would not let me.
And I love love love rolling in the grass, especially right after it is mowed. Then Mom says SHAKE IT OFF and I do.
I can dance, too. I am not very good at that sit, down, come stuff, but MAN, I CAN DANCE!
Mom is talking about brushing me and doing a little clip clip on my hairs. I think I am going to be difficult about it because I think I am just prefect the way I am. I'll let you know how THAT turns out.
Oh, and guess what else? I went camping in our RV with Mom and Dad and Zena. I got to ride on Mom's lap and make faces out the side window. That was fun. There were lots of chipmunk there and that was the bestest part. But I didn't get one. DRAT! And we are gonna go camping again after this nasty heat wave passes because who wants to hang out in a hot tin can? Not me! And not Mom, either.
So, I think I am doing pretty good training Mom and Dad and stinky ol' Zena (did I mention she is a big old baby who snores?) And she steals toys 'cause she is a brat?
Ok, bedtime here. Off to my crate for sweet dreams of wooly bear snacks. 'Cause what happens in the crate stays in the crate!