Friday, May 27, 2011
I Am Growing...
Dad says I weigh more than 100 pounds! Mom is busy packing boxes for our move. So, for those of you who want to stay in "the know" you can jump over to my mom's blog:
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Doggie Buffet
Yes, I'm a smart dog. But not smart enough to open a bag of dog food by myself. Dad did that and I just dug in. Lunch!!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Dad, I Mean, Dog Training
Dad's been "training" me. For what, I'm not sure, but he says the words "come" and "sit" a lot. When he took a break the other day, I decided to "train" him.
Don't leave your shoes in a place where I can get to them.
Mom thought that was funny.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Conversations With My Mother
A day doesn't go by when my mother doesn't have something to say to me. The following conversation is actual dialogue from this morning:
Mom: How you doing over there? Can you still see me? I'm just making my bed. Don't be upset.
Me: How can I not be upset, I'm not smack dab against your leg. You've got this ridiculous setup of a rocking chair, kitchen chair, baby gate and Barbie castle stopping me from getting to you!
Mom: You okay? You're not peeing on the floor are you? Juno?
Me: No, just licking myself.
Mom: Because I have to get things done. And don't flip out when I start running this vacuum, the dust bunnies are crazy in here!
Me: Dust bunnies? You have bunnies in there? Let me in!
Mom: Alright, I'm almost done. You know, if you'd learn how to hold it, you could be in here right now.
Me: Promises, promises.
--Of course all of this sounded like:
Mom: "Wa-wa-wahh, wah, wah wah."
Me: Woof.
Mom: How you doing over there? Can you still see me? I'm just making my bed. Don't be upset.
Me: How can I not be upset, I'm not smack dab against your leg. You've got this ridiculous setup of a rocking chair, kitchen chair, baby gate and Barbie castle stopping me from getting to you!
Mom: You okay? You're not peeing on the floor are you? Juno?
Me: No, just licking myself.
Mom: Because I have to get things done. And don't flip out when I start running this vacuum, the dust bunnies are crazy in here!
Me: Dust bunnies? You have bunnies in there? Let me in!
Mom: Alright, I'm almost done. You know, if you'd learn how to hold it, you could be in here right now.
Me: Promises, promises.
--Of course all of this sounded like:
Mom: "Wa-wa-wahh, wah, wah wah."
Me: Woof.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
When Mom's Away...
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| Beyond repair? Not yet. |
This time she was on the phone. I assumed it was important because she was pacing.
But turn your back on me for a minute and well, when Mom's away, the dog will...you know the saying.
Yesterday it was the older sister's running shoe, today, Mom's mitten.
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