Just a little tired, but energy is building back up...

I am only now recovered from Saturday. I don't like to admit it, but I was slightly tuckered out after a morning with my bff and his family! And even more shocking was that Rigby's sis was able to get some shots of my face! Normally I am a quiet and reserved pup who does not like to bring attention to himself. So usually I make sure that my bottom is in photos rather than my face. I am however , through no fault of my  own, a very handsome pup. Enjoy some photos of me:

 It's a thirsty job running around Rigby's estate with him!

 I have a very cute  nose! Always moist and cold.

Here my bff and I are having a well deserved rest.

Dog Days!

Mom was actually right! It was a fun day! Mom, Dad and I went to Old Westbury Gardens (aka my bff  Rigby's estate)! And guess who was there! My bff Rigby, his sister Grace and his Mom! We walked all over except where they wouldn't let us! Dad sat on a bench and listened to music and watched the geese while the rest of us went to see all there was to see!

I always have so much fun when I get to see Rigby! I think that Grace managed to get some photos of me although I always try to avoid that!

A Promise of Fun

It was a really weird morning. Normally I am up really early and make it my job to whine and whimper sadly to ensure that Mom wakes up too! However, this morning I was peacefully slumbering when an earthquake hit! All of a sudden my pillow was shaking! I woke up all right-groggy and confused-only to finally realize that Mom was shaking my pillow. I think (due to my new wolf like attitude) that she was afraid to stick her hand in my condo and wake me up. I looked at her for a bit and she waited until my eyes lost their predatory shine to rub me on the head. Then she put my collar on and took me downstairs. We went outside and then back inside for breakfast and fresh water. And I must agree with my bff Rigby that water is BLAND! I went under the kitchen chair and lay down to take a nap.
    Later, I woke up to the sound of Mom running through the living room. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed my leash, hooked me and and ran out the front door with me. Apparently she thought it might rain and wanted me to get a good walk in before-because as everyone knows, I am NOT a fan of water (unless it is in the form of ice cubes or snow). When we came  back, she let me snuggle with her on the couch for a while. She told me that something fun  and exciting was going to happen on Saturday! I am a little worried cause I'm not sure that Mom and I have the same concept of fun. She seems to think it is fun to drag me on hideously long walks and to give me a bath! I guess I will have to wait and see.

Full of kinetic energy

Mom says that I should be studied as a new source of energy. My tail wagging alone could power the house she often says.  I cannot help that I am chock full of energy all the time! Last night was boys night. Dad and I were alone in the house (no MOM!). We had dinner together, then we lounged on the couch for a while-just relaxing. Later something surprising happened. Dad and I went for a walk-a real walk (in fact a Mom like walk!). But it was much more fun with Dad cause he doesn't drag me quickly down the street. We mosey slowly and peacefully. When we finally got back to the house, I ran inside and discovered that Mom was  home! She had thought the long walk would drain my energy, but no. I am like one of those toy cars. You pull it  back and it goes zooming around. I had built up a lot of energy on the walk, so I ran over to Mom, jumped up on the couch, jumped off, grabbed my little soccer ball and went careening around the house, growling and snarling like a wild thing! Nothing wears me out!

Emulating my ancestors

Mom changed my food. I was hoping for a cheese and bacon diet but Mom is too smart for that. Or so she thinks. She really should have payed more attention to what she was switching me too. Before, I was eating Chicken and Rice. It was very very boring. Basically I would eat whatever additions Mom put on top (like real rice, pieces of apple or carrots -or if I was especially lucky and Dad was making dinner-Meat Juice-from whatever meat he had cooked that was resting on a plate). Mom was wondering if my food had anything to do with my allergies (she should have been more concerned about how food relates to my personality) so she switched me to a Wilderness formula-Salmon -with no grains. The cover of the bag has a big WOLF on it, and this new food is really good. She tried to fake me out by mixing it with my Chicken and rice, but I just eat all the new kibble first and leave the old food for later. I don't know if it's helping my allergies but it tastes great and it is really bringing out my inner Wolf! I have been howling a lot more lately and acting like a wild ferocious beast!
   Yesterday Mom and I went for a walk. We met a small boy who asked what kind of dog I was . Mom told him what I was and told him he could pet me if he wanted as I was very friendly. So he petted me and said that he was getting a dog in two years when he turns 11. I was my normal friendly self, until he went inside. Then the inner wolf snarled his way out. Mom wanted to keep walking, but the wolf did NOT! I turned and grabbed Mom's pants cuff and chomped on them, growling and pulling. Then I ran around in a circle at the end of my leash and ended with a crocodile death roll, hurling myself down on the ground. Mom was horrified! Which is what I was going for. She told me we were going home, so I got up and dragged her across the street towards the house. I was still feeling wolfish though, and when we got to the front yard, I started running in all direction to the end of my leash, then I grabbed Mom's cuffs again and started pulling and growling. Then, I made a slight error in my attack. Instead of grabbing Mom's cuff, I might have accidentaly chomped on Mom's ankle. She yelled in horror and surprise, and I lay down (slightly shocked at what I had done). She took me inside and told Dad what I did. He grabbed me, told me I was bad and "sprayed" some binaca in my mouth. Binaca does not taste good at all. I was forced to wipe it all off on the carpet. Mom felt kinda bad as she should.
   Later that night, I was feeling wolfish again, or at least feeling like I should be a lone wolf. So I refused to hang out with Mom and Dad. Instead I went and lay with my head in the kitchen ( so I couldn't see them) and howled like I was all alone in the world. Mom and Dad tried to tempt me back into their pack with treats. I went and ate their treats but then went back into the kitchen and howled. It is hard and lonely being a wolf!

Bugging Mom

So, apparently Mom (who constantly tells me how lazy I am) is way too lazy to blog about me lately. She obviously thinks that she is already on vacation! But Dad said that she is still around for 2 more weeks so today I barked at her until she blogged! So much has happened and been forgotten since she blogged last. She went on a mini vacation to visit Aunt Jeanette and I reclaimed my rightful spot in the bed (next to Dad!). I got to snuggle and be his back warmer for 3 whole days. Then Mom returned and said that I am NOT allowed in the bed cause I am too bouncy. Dad stuck up for me and said that I just curl up and go to sleep, not that Mom believed him (plus Dad falls asleep instantly and I can sit on his head (and I have) without him knowing). Mom" relented" and let Dad put me in the bed one night. She relented in that she was kinda sleeping but she did NOT say no! I ran up to her and licked her whole face! Who knew that Mom did not like to be awakened in this manner! Dad lay down and fell asleep. I bounced around the bed-mostly cause Mom was in MY spot! She wouldn't move so I started barking at her. All she had to do was move, but no, she got mad and scooped me up and put me in my crate. She did give me my cookie though.
   The next couple of days I decided to be mean to her. I don't want to go to bed when she goes to bed. I want to stay up with Dad! So whenever she brought me up, I would start whining the instant she put me in my crate. She would hold out for 1/2 an hour to 1 hour but eventually she would get up, take me out and send me down to Dad. Dad and I have a lot of fun  "fighting the dawn". We stay up late and watch tv and have snacks. Mom doesn't know what she's missing.
   Since it's not so hot out, Mom and I have been going for longer walks. This was NOT something I wanted at all! I think she is just using me as an excuse to walk a lot! I don't know how Dad avoids going on these long treks with her! Anyway at least these walks give me a chance to see my friends. I saw Chief from across the street who still does not like me, I don't know why. I got to see my HUGE friend Max next door and my little friend Lilly who lives next door to Max. I got to see my friend Molly who lives down the street too! And I got to meet a new friend, Brooklyn (her Dad is friends with my Uncle Rob!).
   Mom said we should also discuss my new found obsession with the "upstairs". It's not like I am unaware of the upstairs, after all, my condo is up there along with AT's room! It's just that I suddenly realized that if Mom is doing the dishes and I am free ranging, there is no reason not to go upstairs and create havoc. I am very quiet and sneaky when doing it to, and Mom (and sometimes Dad) don't realize what I have done until they realize how quiet it is. Then they come hunting for me.However, this takes some time so I can do a lot of damage before the come up. So far I 've been in the garbage 3 times, eaten half a sock and even worse (at least for Mom) got into the laundry basket of clean clothes and ate Mom's underwear! Now they are on to me and put a big piece of cardboard on the stairs to stop me.  The best part of being found upstairs is that I still refuse to walk upstairs with Mom and night-I flop on the floor and make her carry me! Mom is complaining that she is exhausted after this long blog and will not type any more. Oh well, at least she can blog for 2 more weeks about me!