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!

Wearing out humans and dog from day 1

Mom, being as rude as she is, said that she should loan me out to exhaust children and dogs. Apparently I have WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much energy! For example yesterday, one of the best days ever, I was minding my own business, lying by the front door and making sure nothing happened without a) me knowing about it and b) me barking about it. All of a sudden a car pulled up. Cars generally mean company and belly rubs, so I sat up to see who it was. It was my friend Grace AND my bff Rigby! I started barking and howling as Mom dragged me away from the door. She told Grace to come through the gate into the backyard. Mom took me into the backyard and I started barking. Eventually Grace and Rigby came in! Hooray I thought-I can play with Rigby. But sadly, I exhausted him. I bounced, pounced, sat on his head and generally tried to get him to chase me. We played for a while, but apparently I am over energized (due to the kinetic energy generated by my tail wagging). Then all of a sudden, I heard another voice! It was my friend Joan (Joan of the tasty baby carrots!!!) I bounced around and said hello to her. It was an awesome night! Mom took some videos!

Mom's not so smart

Mom is not very smart. She knows that I am fully capable of doing what I want, when I want. Yet, yesterday morning she gave me free range of the house while she ate breakfast. For a while I sat in the kitchen with her and played with my kibble (the more to lull her in to a false sense of security). Then I casually sauntered out of the kitchen. I ran up the stairs (something I never let Mom see cause then she would not fall for my "I'm waaaaaay to tired to climb the steps at night" carry me to bed act. I ran into AT's room, but it was clean -nothing to grab there. I ran into my room and chewed on one of Dad's socks for a while, but it didn't taste as good as a Mom sock. Then I discovered the garbage can in the bathroom. I am never allowed in the bathroom, usually the door is closed. It is amazing what you can find to eat in the bathroom garbage can. I feasted for a while but suddenly I heard Mom calling me. Apparently Mom realized how quiet it was downstairs and went looking for me! She didn't find me downstairs so she came flying upstairs! I ran full speed into AT's room but she cornered me with a big piece of cardboard! She carried me downstairs (which was awesome!) but then she locked me in the kitchen. So rude! I was happy though, cause I had pulled one over on Mom. Sadly though it came back to bite me this morning at 6am. Yup, the tummy was NOT happy and Mom had to get up and clean up a mess. So technically, I guess I got her twice!

Et Tu Dad?

Today I had a nice sleepy morning. I woke Mom up at 6am to go outside. Then I refused to walk up the stairs so Mom put me in the kitchen. That was perfect as I do my best napping on the cool floor. Later as usual, Mom reappeared for a brief moment and then left. I settled down to snooze. A noise awoke me and there was Mom! And even better, Dad appeared! I heard him on the stairs so I ran over to wag my tail at him! Mom and Dad put me in the car and I was very happy! I love going for rides. There are two things I like to do when riding in the car, but they only work if I am sitting on Mom's lap! Number 1: I stick my entire head out the window, nose pointed up  (like the figurehead on a ship) and the wind whips all my fur back. AT told Dad that I like the car rides best when we go 20 smells per hour. Number 2: I stick my legs on the window and put my chest, neck and head out the window, pointing down. Mom said I look like a seal preparing to dive when I do this. Anyway the ride was nice, but then we stopped at the antler place. The antler place is cool (cause it has antlers!) but it is also frightening cause they give you baths there! Dad and AT took me there once for a bath. It was horrible! I turned around and gave Dad a baleful look. Et tu Dad I thought!  All the sinks were full so I was hoping we wouldn't wait, but we did. Eventually Mom stuck me in the sink and Dad started washing away. It was awful. Finally it was done and we got to go home.
  
   Mom and Dad put me in the kitchen and then went away. When they came back, we practiced my new trick (in honor of shark attack). Mom puts a treat on her knee and I lunge up and grab it! With gnashing jaws! It is quite scary if you don't know me. Here you can see me doing it with Dad. I think I scared him which is good!

Apparently they felt bad about the bath and bought me a MEGA ANTLER! It is huge! I can't even carry it around in my mouth!

 

So many kids, so much fun!

This has been a great summer in that  there have been a lot of kids around! That means there are always people to play with! Dad can be fun but Mom is no fun at all. So whenever I can play with kids, I make up for lost time. Of course first they have to be trained. There is no point in giving me commands without showing me some snack!

 

After I trained them sufficiently, I went outside to play with them!

 

 

They are fun, not as fun as my library friends though!

When the Dad's away, the Mecki can be oh so bad!

I'm mad at Mom cause she hasn't spent a lot of time with me lately. Today I decided to be super BAD! I woke Mom up at 5:50am and then again at 7:00am. She was not happy the second time! Cause I made her carry me up the stairs both times! After taking me out at 7, she left me in the kitchen. When she finally came down I made her feel bad so she let me go play outside. So I went, but refused to come inside when she called, and even when she shook the beggin strips bag at me (and let me tell you that took  A LOT of self control). Finally when I was ready, I barked at the door to be let in. Mom was not happy and did not give me a beggin strip-which was quite rude! She went to use the computer and gave me free rein (silly of her!). I grabbed Dad's sandal and positioned myself with it so that she could see me from the computer room. I just sat there until she looked at me, once she looked I started chewing on Dad's sandal! She came running out and grabbed me.  But then she went back to the computer. As soon as she was busy, I ran upstairs (yes, I can easily run up and down the stairs, but why should I when she is there to carry me?) and started chewing whatever I could find. Eventually Mom started looking for me and came upstairs and rudely grabbed me in mid chew. Now I am banished to the kitchen,.