Pool time!!!!

I had so much fun in my pool today that Mom took a video of me. I splashed and splashed for a long time. I even tried to sit in the water, but that felt really funny so I didn't. 

Hmm. When I did that, Mom and Dad talked about the snip-snip again. I bet there's a connection. 

Vacation time!

I'm so excited! Mom's on vacation for the next ten days! 

What's a vacation?

What's the big deal?

Mom is acting like a mom, and moms are a crazy bunch. What's the big deal that I have two of my adult teeth coming in? Is this a surprise, or something? 

And what's with Dad needing a picture of my two front teeth? I can't decide if the pair of them have gone round the bend or if I'm too young to understand all the fuss. 

And then there's this bit from a Christmas song about front teeth. People are nuts. 

I wonder what Mom and Dad are going to do when I get real fangs? It won't be much longer, you know. I'll have to be careful not to smile or they'll take more pictures. 

I'll never get my parents to grow up!

C'mon Mom and Dad. Did you guys really have to flash that thing in my face?

Okay. It's a BarkCam app. I get it, kinda. I'm not sure what an app is but I know you have fun with them. 

I know you don't really have a duck in your cellphone, so how'd you make that noise? 

And what's with the pink hat? I'm Deuce! I'm a country dog! You should have put a John Deere hat on me. And that had better be a Bud Light since that's what Dad likes. 

Have you guys stopped to think you're having way too much fun at my expense? Don't you have something better to do? Like feed me treats? 

I never imagined raising parents would be such hard work, but it's okay as long as you keep telling me I'm a good boy. 

But lose the BarkCam. It's just a step too far. 

The puppy pool

My auntie C gave me her puppy pool. She's moving to Florida and didn't want to take it. Right away she thought of me. I'm a Labrador Retriever and I like water!

It was a really sunny morning here so Mom planted little flowers in her big pots. I've been told to leave them alone. I'll try to remember. I'll try to remember not to run off with the little garden gnome, too, but I don't want to swear it won't happen. I might forget, you know. 

When she got finished with the flowers, she put water in the puppy pool for me and I splashed around for a while. It was fun! Then Mom dumped the water out and swished it all over the patio with a broom. I don't think I like brooms.  

Mom says it will go out beside Mom & Dad's soaking pool so that on warm afternoons, we can all cool off. 

I think I'd rather get in the pool with them, but Dad put his foot down on that one. He says if I can't be careful when he's getting in and out, I'll have to stay in my crate when he's using the pool. I want to be outside with him so I'll try to remember because I'm Deuce! I'm a good boy! 

Not again!

Does this look like my happy face? 

It started out to be such a great day. Mom was up early and we went outside. I wanted to play in the puddles but Mom asked me to wait, so I did. 

I was glad I listened because I got to go back to bed with Mom and Dad for an hour. Mom's right. I do take up more room now. 

Then Dad got up early for a Saturday. I should have sensed something was afoot. When Mom put my special training collar on me, I thought we were going to class, but nooooo. I heard Dad say "vet" and I knew.

More needles. I do not like needles. I don't care how much beef jerky the vet gives me, I do not like needles. I don't like them cutting my nails, either, but the girl was quick. 

The good news is I don't have to have any more shots for a whole year! The vet petted me and said I looked good. I looked at Mom and rolled my eyes. Mom knows I'm a handsome lad. 

Once we were back home, she let me off the leash and I ran for the water puddle! It was worth the wait! I splashed around like a big dog and made Mom laugh. I am a Labrador Retriever. We like water.  Mom didn't even fuss me for dripping on the floor.  

But what's this "snip-snip" everyone is talking about? I don't get it. 

Pizza Night

Mom brought home a pizza for dinner. I knew what was in that flat box the moment she got it out of the car. 

I have great parents. I love them a lot, but sometimes they don't act too smart. Mom put puppy chow in my bowl and then gave Dad pizza. 

I mean - come on! Seriously? Did she really think I was going to eat dog food while they ate pizza??? I don't think so!! 

Dad's a soft touch. I knew if I asked him, politely of course, he'd give me a bite or two. He finally did, but he broke off the pieces and threw them at me. I didn't get it at first, but then I caught one! 

Mom says I'll get better at catching things. She says it's good to be the dog and have food fly into your mouth. Mom is right about a lot of things. 

Dad got busted!

I'm not supposed to be up on the furniture. Mom says it's because I'm going to be as big as a horse some day so I need to learn good habits early. 

I know Mom's right, but I'm still a puppy. Dad says I don't take up a lot of room yet and he let's me sneak up onto his lap. 

Dad's chair is really comfy. He puts the footrest up and we nap. When we nap, we're quiet. When we're quiet, Mom gets suspicious. When Mom gets suspicious, she sneaks up on us to see what we're doing. 

And she takes a picture so we can't say we weren't napping together in the chair. 

For once, I'm not in trouble. 

Dad's in trouble.