I know, I know it has been a long time since I have graced your presence. This time it’s the parental units’ fault – THEY went to an International Conference on Diabetes in Paris. I was left, thank goodness in Los Angeles. Can you imagine me on a plane for 11 hours? Ouch! That would definitely cramp my stretching needs.
Apparently Mom learned a lot of new things to help her patients but I don’t care all that much that – she should be going to Dog Conferences since my needs are way more important!
Anyway – while they were gone I got to play with some new friends and go on lots of walks which was pretty cool. But I was very happy to see them make it home.
Apparently I’m not being as good as when they left since I overheard Dad keep saying this is how it must be when kids come back from the grandparent’s house. Let me tell you they have been on my case to practice all of my sits, stays and lay downs. They have been way too “military” with me. If I wanted to be like that I would have enrolled in the Marines.
Life around here has returned to busy with the units working all the time, school and people coming in and out…and that’s why I love the Dopart-Batchelor house. It’s never a dull moment!
I don’t talk all that much so I was thrilled when Mom got me a talking toy. Yes, you heard that right. It’s called a “Babble Ball.” The funny thing is Mom did not even know it talked till it she brought it home.
She just thought she was getting some cool blue ball for me. Boy, was she surprised!!
It’s says all kinds of fun things – like “you’re looking nice big doggy,” “oh you got me,” ”hey what are you doing,” and “oh lucky dog.”
Dad says the voice reminds him of Cousin Itt on some show he used to watch called The Adam’s Family.
I’m just having fun making it talk and irritating the parental units…and this time they were the ones who started it in the first place. Boy, are they naive!
As a typical day goes, I have to be at what my Dad calls “the days” which is doggie day camp at Centinela Feed and Pet Supplies.
My friend Wendy Rios took this awesome picture of me – don’t I look handsome? Things have been as usual busy around the house.
Dad is creating recipes for the new cookbook which I’m pleased about since I get some extra scooby snacks.
It was pretty exciting last night as I was going out to do my business before bed and out of the corner of my eyes I saw something saunter across the back yard and instantly I flew off the front porch and had IT’S tail in my mouth.
Mom and Dad were screaming “drop it” as I was running around trying to catch it. It ran into the bushes and Dad was trying to pull my tail as I was trying to pull what they called the possum’s tail. It was beyond thrilling – and that’s why it’s never a dull moment in the Dopart/Batchelor household.
It’s been raining here more than I like. I know we need the rain and I admit I love water but it makes the yard muddy and since I don’t have all that much fur getting wet makes me cold. We know I don’t like the cold and avoid it at all costs. Dad was trying to clean up in the yard so I decided it was time for me to pull my weight (all 80 pounds) so I followed him around trying to be helpful but I was a little disruptive and Dad put the lease on me. It was okay since we got to play a little bit.
Later I thought I would save him time and check his email for him. Since I don’t know how to type it was challenging but checking counts, right? Things have finally calmed down but I have yet to be invited to the new office but I may get to make my debut next week. I’m told I have to “behave” as if that counts. Slowly I am learning how to be a civilized dog – I do drop things when I’m cornered, I did bring the mail to Dad yesterday when he asked me to, and today when Dad left to go to work I went in the crate all by MYSELF without having to be told to – imagine that? I may turn out to be a good dog after all…
Hello out there! Hope you are all enjoying your holidays because apparently I am going to get coal in my stocking. What on earth is Dad talking about? I just hope it is hard and I can chew on it. This all started a few days ago when I was absolutely doing nothing. I mean it is not my fault they left their bedroom door open a little. You know I can open doors. I love to take a running start and just power punch the door open. It is one of my favorites.
Well I did this and had free range of their room. Oh how I love the fluffy bed and pillows. It’s like an obstacle course in there. They have this cool rug and I just had this compulsion to start to dig at it. Boy you would have though I had eaten a hole in the wall. I mean I think I added some stringing texture to that thing. Dad seemed less than impressed and said he needed a time out from me. Can you believe that?
Then later I was chasing after that PITA of a squirrel and came galloping back into the house sharing that I had chased him out of the yard. It has been raining down here and the yard was muddy. I love water and mud! I think it’s in my bones since I got really excited and like I said came barreling through the house barking and running. I forgot to wipe my feet and just tracked in a little of the mud. Dad seems to only want a clean floor – I guess he did not think about that when he decided to get a Weimaraner now, did he?
On another note I am now 11 months old and weigh 80 pounds. I am loving life and feel blessed by my land of beds so I must be doing something right.
Mom’s friend and my Auntie Stacey got me this cool new bone. It’s much better than the other ones and Mom was happy since it kept me busy for hours which is a hard thing to do now that I’m almost 11 months old. Can you believe I’ll be 1 year old soon? I think I’m supposed to have a birthday party and get presents. More bones would be good if you can send those.
Otherwise a visit will do since I like just about everyone, except for squirrels and crows. They seem to always taunt me in the back yard. There’s this one squirrel who likes to run back and forth on the top of the fence and yell at me, which is really annoying. It must have really annoyed Dad since I had to get in the plants to try and get the squirrel and he used his outside voice to get me out of the plants.
Mom’s new office is almost done. She and Dad were so busy putting it all together this weekend they let me go to Lori’s house so I would get way more attention. I love being with Lori since I get to be the “working dog” that I was bred to be. Home in a few days and maybe I’ll get to see the new office but only if I behave. Not sure I am capable of that quite yet…
I’m tired at night and it’s cold and I don’t want to go outside to go potty so I try to stay on the chair as long as possible before Mom or Dad forces me to get up.
I try to delay halfway down the hall and lay on my back so someone will pet me, feel sorry for me and hopefully sneak back to the chair. It works only part of the time.
The parental units are a bit distracted right now as it is their wedding anniversary tonight so hopefully I’ll get to stay in the chair longer than usual. I may need the rest for all the Thanksgiving food I plan to steal over the next few days….
Both Mom and Dad worked today so I got to go to daycare again – do you see a theme here? It might be my life for the next 2 weeks till Mom moves into her new office.
All the bottles at day care that help keep everyone clean and fresh have some strange writing on them that has something to do with me. I’m not sure why but maybe because I love to steal them and make everyone run after me – that IS my favorite past time. You should see these humans running after me when I steal something – maybe that’s why they call it the “human race?”
I’m sorry I have not kept in touch with all of you. Mom has been at conferences and she said all her energy is spent taking care of me when I’m home so I decided to take a nap this afternoon so she could keep in touch and write for me.
Wow things are crazy right now. I do not know if they are coming or going. This office stuff sure is putting a cramp in my run of the house. There is furniture, lamps and pillows everywhere. I do love the pillows as on occasion I get a hold of one and tear through the house. Boy does that get Dad’s boxers in a bunch! Remember pay back is a pleasure.
Also, it’s been cold here. I do not like to go outside at all especially in the mornings – unless I am going for a walk. The parental units do not like this thing called daylight savings? My normal time for getting up was around 7 AM and now I am wide awake at 6 ready to GO. Dad has been talking me on long morning walks and I really like it but he’s not all that happy that it is earlier than usual – he likes his sleep-in’s.
Anyway, since it’s been cold I was a little upset that they did not give me the fancy comforter, which is really soft and smells of birds…so I decided to pull the entire thing into my cage and make a bed. That did not sit well with Dad…but I loved every minute of my playtime. I had a time out while he had to clean up all the feathers – maybe next time I’ll have more fun with it since I am a bird dog after all.
Mom went away this past weekend to speak to a bunch of people and left Dad and I to fend for ourselves. I did NOT like my routine disrupted. I was not all that nice to Dad and kept looking for Mom to come home, but it took her a full 2 days. She was tired when she arrived back but I did not care – I ran all around and wanted her to play with me – that will teach her to leave me.
Look at my new spot on the chair. It does not make Dad happy that I am not staying on the sheet but I like the view from this elevation and it just annoys him which is my lot in life.
I’ve heard rumors Mom might go to a diabetes conference AGAIN this weekend and Dad might go with her. The upside is I get to play with other dogs which might be more interesting since Mom and Dad get boring after a while. I’ll report back later and let my peeps know – I’ve heard I have a following so I have to keep it up, right?