Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Mom & Dad keep track of me

One of Mom's friends sent her an email to ask about my collar. It's very special. It has my name on it, so it really is mine! mine! mine!  It also has a global positioning device (GPS) on it. 

I didn't like it at first. I thought Dad didn't trust me, but now I know it's not that at all. Mom and Dad really love me and don't want me to get lost in the woods. But I won't get lost. 

When Mom and I walk in the woods, I mark my trail. I can find my way back home by scent if Mom wanders off without me. 

Maybe we need a tracker for her. 

Sunday, September 25, 2016

I met a turtle and I liked it

I took Mom for a walk in the woods yesterday. I got in trouble and had to stay on the leash for a long time because I didn't listen to her, but that's another story. I finally redeemed myself and got to play in the creek. But the best part of the walk was the turtle! 

I think I might have seen a turtle when I was a really little guy. I'm not sure I remember but I think it hissed at me. Why would I remember that if it didn't happen? Anyway, I'm older - almost ten months - and I'll remember about turtles now. 

Mom saw the turtle before I did. I wanted Mom to unhook the leash and was having a temper around and almost stepped on the turtle. I really jumped when it moved! I barked at it and its head disappeared!

I tried and tried and tried to make it come back out but it didn't. Mom told me I could hurt it and I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to play. Mom said she thought it was a boy turtle because its bottom shell was curved inward. Having a shell sounds weird to me.

After we found the turtle, I calmed down and heeled properly, sat when Mom told me to, and even did three good stays in a row. By the time we got to the upper creek, Mom turned me loose and I got to play in the water.  

The turtle was gone when we came back, but that's ok. I was pretty tired from running through the woods. Mom told Dad we had a nice walk (even though I didn't behave at first). He gave me a Griller and I went into my crate and took a nap. I needed it!

Saturday, September 17, 2016

I made it into the big pool!

I made it into the big pool! Yeah, I cheated a bit. Mom and Dad were draining all the water out for the winter. They weren't watching me too closely and I hopped in. 

What fun!! I splashed around for a bit, then Mom asked me to get out. She said my toenails might rip a hole in the bottom and that would make Dad very unhappy because he'd have to buy a bigger pool next year.

He should buy a pool I can swim in! I love to swim! 

Mom said she'd try to get up early tomorrow so we can sneak into the state park and I can swim in the lake before the rangers are even awake. I think that's a good plan. 

She also said next summer we're going to build our own dam upstream in the creek. A private spot for Mom & me to have fun just below where the clean, clear water comes out of the spring. I like that idea!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Throw it again!

I love to play Frisbee! I can even catch it every now and then. I'm getting better at protecting my nose, too. It stings when I miss and hit my nose. Dad says I need practice.

Another thing I need to practice is giving the Frisbee back to Dad so he can throw it again. I get so excited I forget! It's mine! Mine! Mine! 

I know Dad's right, and I know I can't chase it if he can't throw it. I'll get better and better and then Mom can get a video. I'm only nine months old. I've already come a long way!

Dad knows when I've played enough for one session. He told me to take the Frisbee to Mom, and then she took my picture. Then I dropped the Frisbee between the porch steps and it's still there. Mom says I have to figure out how to get it all by myself. I hope she changes her mind and gets it for me, but Mom's pretty tough about my toys. 

Guess I'd better ask her, politely of course, how to get it out. Then I'll be more careful. I always am after I've "lost" a toy. After all, they are MINE. 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Snip Snip Part II

The day didn't start out very well, but it's ending better. I did not feel good this morning. All I wanted to do was sleep and mope around. Then Mom crushed a bag of ice cubes with a hammer - don't let your Mom do that because it makes too much noise. Anyway, Mom made me crushed ice and I love ice. By the time I finished licking up all the bits and pieces, I felt better. And hungry. So Mom gave me breakfast and things started to look up. 

I went to the office with Mom. While she worked on the computer, I slept a bit more. When Dad got up, we all went out on the front porch. Remember when I told you people are crazy? Mom and Dad disassembled the table out there with a big saw and we hauled it to the dumpster. 

Mom was worried I'd be afraid to ride in the truck because of yesterday, but I wasn't. 

Then Uncle Bob came for a visit. I was feeling pretty good but he listened to Dad and wouldn't throw the Frisbee for me. 

I haven't licked my incision hardly at all. Mom took a peek at it and said it's not oozing at all, but I knew that. But, um, my little boy, um, well I'm not sure what to call it but it feels really weird. I was a little worried but Mom and Dad say I'm still a guy dog. I'm glad to hear it, too. 

(Mom wanted a picture, but I'm feeling camera shy tonight. Maybe tomorrow.)


NOW I understand about the "snip-snip."

I don't think I can talk about it......

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

I think I'm worried

Mom and Dad are back to talking about the snip-snip. The last time it got postponed because Grandma had to be rushed to the hospital. So whatever this snip-snip is, it finally happens tomorrow. 

I don't like the sound of it. I can't have anything to eat or drink after six o'clock today? What? No food? No treats? No ice cubes?

This does not bode well for little ole me. 

Monday, September 5, 2016

I can spell p-i-z-z-a

I know exactly what it says on that box. PIZZA.  
I know, so I'd better get a piece. 
Not just a bite. I want a whole piece. 
For me. 

I'm Deuce, and I can spell P-I-Z-Z-A.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Pumpkin & Peanut Butter - YUM YUM!

I'm getting to be one seriously spoiled puppy. Mom says I may be the last dog she ever has, so spoiling me is okay. Yesterday, she was doing a lot of cooking for the freezer and she didn't forget me.

I don't really understand why she made all that stuff to eat later, but I guess she knows what she's doing. 

I'm a Labrador Retriever. I say eat now! 

Mom bought a pumpkin that she chopped into smaller pieces. Then she put the smaller pieces in the oven to roast. When the pieces cooled, she made pumpkin puree. 

Pumpkin puree is good. Like, really good. Mom is pretty smart so she mixed about 2 cups of the pumpkin puree with a big scoop of peanut butter, added a little splash of milk and some honey, and made me pumpkin and peanut butter frozen treats! I love, love, love frozen treats! 

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I got to lick the bowl! And the spatula! Then last night, before bedtime, Mom gave me one of the biscuits. It wasn't quite frozen solid, but it was soooo good. Dad even tasted it before I got it. He said he could see why I'd like it, but he'd stick with pumpkin pie. 

So now I have more questions. What's pumpkin pie and can I eat it?