Bang!

I'm teaching Marty a new trick.  She's supposed to say, "Bang!" before I lie down on my side.  She does this silly little pointing thing too...

I'm Known To The Government

We got a new tag in the mail.  Marty says if the government is going to make me register, she should get a tax deduction!  (I have no idea what any of that means, but Marty has been making a lot of noise and saying it a lot.)

Now I have three tags on my collar.  I wonder how many I'll have by the time I'm a big dog!

I Got Another Present!

When we got to the farm, there was a present on the table for me!  Marty was too busy looking at paper things and bringing blankets downstairs to pay attention (even though there was a present for her too!  she needs to get her priorities straight), so I got it off the table by myself.

It is from Tractor Guy!  I was supposed to get to see him last weekend, but I didn't because Marty went to see Mr. Tripoli and Belle instead of bringing me to the farm.  I hope I get to see him this weekend or Marty will probably make me write a thank you note!

This is me, with my toys arranged just the way I like them.  (I emptied out the basket all by myself.)

Negligent Humans

Even though I drooled a lot in the car on the way to dog school, and even though we didn't get our normal water breaks because we weren't going back out to the car between turns, and even though I practically had to jump in a toilet (I was supposed to be finding meatballs next to it) to get them to give me water during class, and even though they are SUPPOSED to know that nosework dries me out, and even though I drooled A LOT more on the way from school to the farm, my humans did not check my water when we got here.

It looked like this.

Nosework

My nice run of not having to go in the car came to a screeching halt tonight.

We had dog school and Miss Jessica didn't cancel it, even though it was VERY cold.  I wore my special fake fur and I got a cookie before we left and Lyle rode in the back with me.  I did drool, but not as much as sometimes and no one threw up.  Marty thinks maybe we are making progress.

Usually when we do nosework, only one dog gets to be inside at a time, and the other dogs all have to wait in their cars.  (I don't really mind being in the car for this, because I know I will get to get out and go look for meatballs.)  But it was so cold that Miss Jessica said we had to come inside because otherwise we might freeze.  So we brought my crate and I had to wait in it in between turns.  I did not like that plan very much.  (Why couldn't I have just laid on the floor next to Marty?  Or maybe she could have brought my mat in, but no.)

I did find all the meatballs though, and we got to search in a two new rooms that we hadn't used before.  This is a picture of me searching for meatballs.  Even though I know this looks about as messy as the little house always looks, actually Miss Jessica does a lot of work to make better places to hide meatballs.  I even found meatballs STUCK ON WALLS tonight!

Lose Lose

Lyle got home this morning and I was SO HAPPY!  Partly because I missed him, but mostly because Marty was planning to make me ride in the car.

Lyle and I had a good day mostly napping at the little house.

Marty got back late tonight and guess where she was??  SHE WAS PLAYING WITH MR. TRIPOLI AND BELLE!!  I AM SO MAD!


Did she tell me she was going to see Mr. Tripoli?  No!  If I had known THAT'S where she was going, maybe I WOULD have wanted to go in the car.  (No, I wouldn't have, but she still should have asked.)  I AM SO MAD!

Playing with Uncle Rob!

After we got back from work, I had to go in my box and Marty left me.  Something crazy happened though, UNCLE ROB CAME TO MY HOUSE and let me out of my box!  Marty wasn't even here!  I got to hang out with Uncle Rob ALL BY MYSELF!

Marty came home after a while and then later Dan and Navidson came over.  I got to play with Uncle Rob AND Navidson at the same time!  This was the best day all week!

I was a little mean to Navidson about sharing my toys.  Marty is going to talk to Miss Pat about that, so we'll probably start having to practice some new thing where I get treats for letting Navidson take my toys.