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.