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.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

When Mom's Away...

Beyond repair? Not yet.
There's nothing better than when Mom decides to do something other than watch over me.

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 know the saying.

Yesterday it was the older sister's running shoe, today, Mom's mitten.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sweating The Small Stuff

Yesterday Mom, (or 'Mama' as she likes to be called) made the mistake of not locking me up properly in "THE KENNEL." I managed to squeeze myself out of there while 'Daddy' said I should have been named 'Houdini,' whoever that is.

So I left her a present on the basement floor. Ta-da!!!

Today, Mama tried to shovel, but see, I've never been to the front of my house. It was scary. I met a neighbor dog and tried to run into the street, because seriously, Dude, what's a street? Everything I see is highly suspicious. I mean you take me from my real mom and then my sisters and put me in something that moves for over an hour. Then I'm supposed to "sit" and "go potty" in some strange neighborhood. Give. Me. A. Break. I'm only 4 months old you know.

I was about to take a much needed nap, when I found myself barking at something suspicious on the floor turns out was Mama's purse.

Mama told Daddy (the man with the deep loud voice) that I was smart. If I was so smart, I wouldn't get yelled at for eating something Mama calls "poop-sicles" and I would've known what a purse was. Duh.