i am a lucky dog.

saturday was a good day for me. i met some dogs! benny the giant yellow lab and ice the cool doberman. i was scared at first but i caught on after a while...

benny taught me the important dog things like smelling butts, chasing tennis balls, and eating bones...

by the end of it all, i was taking the rawhides right out of his mouth. make me a sammy benny!

but that wasn't the only cool thing. i got to play with sydney! she was pretty rough with me but i decided that she was different than the other people there so i didn't even bite her...i just let her rough me up. mom kept saying how proud she was of me for telling the difference, but i just like syd and don't want her to be afraid of me!

by the end of the day, i was beat. i slept all night. here i am waiting for mom to come back with a um, how you say, burritos?

growing pains.

hi all! i've had another exciting weekend! this time, i've learned how to ascend stairs like a champ-- still have only gone down with significant coaxing (i.e. pushing) from mum, but i'm getting there nonetheless. besides dried-up worms, i learned this weekend that i really enjoy fresh, squirming ones too. they (a & r) think i'm disgusting. i'm also fascinated with several other inedibles: books, carpeting, wine bottle necks, bath rugs. i really am getting bigger and bigger, and i've probably already doubled in weight! to trick me, mum let me have a chunk of carrot as she was making soup last night-- i chased it around the kitchen, then livingroom by pawing at it and nipping. never ate the darn thing- yuk. it got me so excited that i had an accident on the livingroom carpet. speaking of which, i mixed up the concept of "traveling on stairs= trip to the bathroom", and after running up the stairs to the forlorn hallway of closed doors, thought that i was outside on two occasions. this prompted a baby gate purchase. probably didn't help that it poured all weekend, and i really hate rain (on my fur, paws, everywhere). that's all for now- more photo-share!

(carrot dance)

(stuck on top of stairs)

(cute- sporting a bandana)

bite,bite,bite,bite.

hi all! i have continued to grow at a breakneck pace, and now can reach into my "toybox" (i.e. cardboard box that they let me chew and hold my stuff in) without jumping. i still am terrified of stairs (cry and bark at the bottom until they pick me up and carry me). i still don't sleep through the night (but do make it unbelievably unpredictable for mum and dad to figure out when i'll get up). i love to stop during walks to eat dried-up sidewalk worms as if they were chewing gum, and, now that they're blooming, dandelion flowers as well. i sleep in bizzare fashions on occasion, and love the sunbeams (cat-dog they're sure). i absolutely love that they let me have plain yogurt in my dinnertime food (see the evidence on my nose below). last but not least, i have begun to discover furniture legs as delicious treats. mum and dad hate that... almost as much as they hate my new habit of continually jumping up onto the leather sofa, being told "off", then jumping right back up. i'm only nine weeks old, what do they expect!?

cute, with a capital c

more photo-share to enjoy from the weekend... i really enjoy lying in the sunbeams- some might think that's a bit cat-ish, but i disagree. despite my appearance of laziness, i have also spent my weekend perfecting the commands, "oliver, come!", and "sit". mum and dad think i'm a genius, but i mix things up a little bit by pretending to be dumb-- peeing on the floor, ignoring them, and the like. i met a neighborhood 2 year old while in the front on my tether (after i stopped chewing on it incessantly). i think i did well. they haven't traded me yet!

weekend update

for those of you who have thought that i have been away for a while, i'm here to tell you that indeed i have not! i have been keeping mum and dad running their pants off after me the last several days- and true to form, we had a very busy weekend. let me explain. friday, after they got back from work, i was pretty well-behaved; no freak-outs really to speak of. i did, however, find it difficult to sleep through the night (again) and it took mum quite a long time to help me feel cozy enough to fall back asleep. saturday morning found mum sick with dad's crummy cold, so with the two of them worn-out, i was in control (or so i thought)! they snuck up on me with the fantastic idea to make me have a bath. mum kept mumbling that i smelled like a dog. hmmm. here's the photojournalistic recap: