Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 12 - Not a good toy for me

Mom got me a new toy she thought I might like. It was a Pet Zone IQ Treat Ball. 

I broke it. I'm sorry, Mom, but a guy has to chew!

Mom's not mad at me at all. She tried to do a nice thing for me and it just didn't work out. She got the 4" size, the big one, but I could get the ball into my mouth. Not that I could swallow it, but I could get it back far enough in my jaws to bear down and crack it. 

You'd think I'd get praise for being so big and strong, but noooo. Mom snatched the ball right out of my mouth! Then she checked the ball for blood, but I didn't break it into pieces, just put a crack in it. That was enough for Mom. She took it from me. 

I guess it's okay she did that. I don't want to cut my mouth and I really don't want to swallow sharp plastic and need emergency surgery. Maybe this toy will work for little munchkin dogs who can't get a good grip on it, but it's not for big, strong, determined Labs like me. 

Since I broke it, Mom can't even return it. Well, maybe she could but she doesn't think it right to return something WE broke. If it had been broken right out of the box, she would do that. She did go to Amazon and leave a review to let other Moms and Dads what happened. 

Mom says we'll stick to the Kong toys. I've had my bouncie and hex toys since forever. I've chewed and chewed those toys and not done much damage. Is three years a long time? Maybe Mom will go find me a better toy for my birthday. It's only a few days away, you know.

Gotta go! Mom's calling me!

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 11 - Yea! Saturday!

breakfast in my Kong hex toy

Saturdays are pretty cool. My pack is together and I like that. Yes, even having Loki sleeping on the sofa as me, Mom, and Dad work through our Saturday morning routine is...acceptable. 

Mom always gets up first. She finds her slippers, not that they're lost because I don't move them, I swear, and then she takes me outside. I like it she always steps out with me, even in the rain. I have her trained that way. Then me and Mom go to her office until Dad gets up.

Once Dad is out of bed, we go to the living room with him. I get some chow in my hex while they have something called coffee. I think they're addicted to the stuff because they won't leave it be. 

After coffee, Dad watches the television if it's cold outside. If it's warm, he goes to the shed to putter around. Hot, cold, or in between, all bets are off as to which way Mom goes. Mom carries the weight around here. She does soooooooo many things. I stay with her if she goes outside or to her office, but if she's doing inside chores, I stay close to Dad. It's safer there. It doesn't go well for me if Mom trips over me. She can yell really loud if I lay down behind her feet without telling her. 

I won't make THAT mistake again. 

So here it is this Saturday morning. Dad just got up so now me and Mom will go find out what the plan for the day is. Mom told me she wants to go check on Grandma's house so maybe I'll get to go for a ride. That would be really cool. 

I'm Deuce, and I like Saturdays!

It was breakfast in the hex today

It was cold this morning! My paws about froze when I went out to pee-pee. Mom said it was only twenty-three degrees Fahrenheit. What's Fahrenheit mean? Is that important? Anyway, it was cold. I made really fast work of all my outside activities and trotted for the door. 

That was bad of me. I should have waited for Mom to catch up but I left her in the dust. Maybe she didn't notice I did that. She gave me a treat when she finally opened the door for me. Of course, she did whine a bit about having to hang her coat in the closet. I remember last year she'd hang her coat over a dining room chair. Now she's worried that skanky Loki might claw at the fabric. I've been trying to tell her that cat is a nuisance. Does she listen? Noooooo. She just keeps feeding him. 

Mom feeds me, too. She pays attention and knows that sometimes I get bored with the same food over and over and over. I'll be three years old soon and we've tried a few different doggie chows for me. Some are really great and Mom sometimes mixes them together for me. I like the turkey and venison the best. Don't bring me lamb. I do not like lamb. Or grain-free. That is some nasty chow. I didn't eat any of that until I was very hungry. Mom noticed and took a can of wet food and made gravy for it. Then I ate it. 

Sometimes though, I get bored with eating. It's the same thing every day. Mom puts food in my bowl and I eat. This morning, it just seemed too boring. I put my hex in my bowl for Mom to see. 

Mom is pretty smart. She "gets" me. Right away she picked up my bowl and filled my hex with my doggie chow. I took it to the office so I could eat with her while she worked online. She told me I chew loudly and then she took my picture and laughed. 

I'm Deuce! Mom really loves me no matter how noisy I am when I eat.

I yielded to temptation - and got away with it

It seems I was "mischievous" last night. Mom and Dad laughed at me and I heard them say it was really Mom's fault. She accepted the responsibility and I didn't get fussed at all. 

Mom took a picture a little while ago so I could explain. And fuss her for a change. 

See my boney on the dining room table? See it lying so close to the edge I can see it? I've got long legs and a long reach. That's my boney and when I saw it on the table, I simply reached over and got it. 

Okay, so I know better than to stick my nose on the table. But Mom and Dad weren't eating. And it was my boney. I'm a smart dog. And slick, too. I didn't make a sound. 

Mom told me I got away with one, and so I did. I bet she'll never leave my boney on the edge of the table again. 

I'm Deuce. I'm a good dog. I'll get Mom trained one of these days.