Thursday, December 18, 2008

Grampa

Grampa, I love Grampa!  He watches me every day during the week while my people go somewhere.  Early in the morning my mom takes me on a walk & I do my business.  I'm pretty good that way.  She then takes me back to grandma & grandpa's house where I get fed and left to wait for grandpa to wake up.  Sometimes I have to wait a long time.  Then even when he does wake up I have to wait patiently for him.  I know that it's not time for my walk until around 11:30 or 12.  So I wait.  But when the time comes, I have to go find him and make sure he knows it's that time.  Usually he's in his office on the computer.  I follow him around as close to him as I can get until he's ready to take me.  He & I love our walks.  He's a bit slower than me, but thats okay.  I get to sniff alot.   A while ago grandpa said I was sniffing too much and so he started wiping my nose with some kinda wet cloth.  Grandma had to put a stop to that, she said it was a cloth for cleaning only, not for desensitizing my nose.  It didn't work anyway, I still smelled everything.  There are just too many things out there to smell.  
I'm feeling a little jumpy lately, with the bad weather, I'm not getting out as much as I like.  Grandpa likes warm weather & so our walks are not as long as usual.  If I could I would walk until the cows came home and the fat lady sings.  Or so I'm told by my people!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Teeth

My dad is insisting on brushing my teeth.  He always fools me by letting me lick the toothpaste off the brush.  He knows I like the taste of it, but then he starts with the brushing.  Brush, brush, brush.  I try moving me head around so he can't get in there, but...  It's really funny how he holds his lips away from his own teeth as he's brushing mine.  It makes me laugh, woof, woof.  I try and be good because I usually get a bone to eat after he's done.  Yummy.  I follow him around until he gives me one.  Yes, he finally is getting one for me!  Yea!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Poor Me


I am truly tortured!  Every Christmas she pulls out those dam headband antlers and puts them on me.  The camera comes out and I have to deal with it.  Doesn't she know that I am above all this folly?  Oh no, she just smiles and laughs at me.  She must think it is funny.  Since I'm such a good sport I put up with it.  Oh please let the season pass quickly.