Wednesday, June 30, 2004

 
Congressional Cemetery
The best place we go to play is Congressional Cemetery. It's the best because I don't have to wear my leash there. I like to run up or down the entrances to the family vaults. In the picture you can just see that the entrance to each place is a terrace so you really have to leap. Some really small dogs can fit between the bars on the gates to the vaults and hide inside. At the bottom there's water that runs down the rest of the hill from a drainage pipe or something like that. There are lots of dogs here and usually someone will play chase with me.

Monday, June 28, 2004

 
Toys
The best toys are someone else's toys.

Saturday, June 19, 2004

 
Bones
We went to the best park today. Most of it was pretty standard stuff, but part of it was just littered with chicken bones. It's like they grew there, or something. I hope we go back.

Friday, June 18, 2004

 
Books
There are a lot of books in this house. When I was first here, I could hang out on the landing, but now there are bookcases there. Joe's got books all the time. Katie has books or magazines sometimes. There are piles of books in my hangout room. I decided to give books a try. Here is what I discovered:

1) Some books are fresher than others. Through careful selection you can pick or avoid musty smelling books.
2) Books with paper wrappers are more fun than books without.
3) Books with a binding greater than 3 inches aren't much harder to get off the shelf, but they are harder to get down the stairs.
4) Different books have different mouth feels. Some are like cloth, and some are more papery.

I'm sure there are more things to learn about books. For instance, they have pages, and I have not examined those yet.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

 
Worshipping at the Shrine to My Food
I've rethought my position on the laundry room, now that my food is here. The floor is cool, and there's a pile of clothes to curl up on. It really can be quite comfy hanging out here watching my food and hoping someone takes a hint. Speaking of which, they changed it. Again. It's back to the first one, but that's fine, I like them all. Joe likes the ingredients better. It starts with chicken, instead of corn. Sounds good to me. You know what would be easier? Just getting a chicken and leaving it in the bowl.

Monday, June 14, 2004

 
Rico and his 200 Words
So Rico knows 200 words. That doesn't mean I should have to run after my toys just because you say so.

 
Where are you taking my food?
Joe brought home a giant bag of dog food yesterday. It might have been bigger than me. He's got a new thing to put my food in to. There's a lid, so I can't see it, but I know it is there. They put it in the basement. This morning, I laid down and gazed up on it.

Then I got kicked out of the basement.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

 
It's a bridle, not a muzzle
Every few days someone wants to know if I bite. Well, of course I bite, that's how I eat. You bite to, don't you? But, I don't ask you if you bite. It comes down to two reasons: 1) I'm big, 2) people think I'm a pitbull, and 3) I have to wear a bridle. Now, personally, I'm all for not wearing the bridle. Or, the leash. But, that's just not how it is. I am forced to wear a Halti, which has been purchased for me at Pawticulars and PetSmart. There are also kinds called a Gentle Leader, which is sold at the other local store - Doolittle's. I haven't warn a Gentle Leader but it looks the same, so you can read about it at the Doolittle's site, if you care. The Halti goes around my face, but it is not a muzzle. Do you know how you can know it is not a muzzle? Because I can still open up my mouth, eat things, drink my water, lick you, and I suppose if you were evil to me, I could bite you. But, I doubt it.

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

 
Give it a rest already
It's called smegma. It's normal. Stop obsessing about my boy parts.

Sunday, June 06, 2004

 
Off the Antibiotics
Here is a list of things I chewed on this week:
My Halti
One shoe
Paper bag from the pet store
Button off of a shirt
Feather duster
A plant. Made me throw up. I'll try it again next week.
Pen
Hat, but it tasted like bug spray so I moved on quickly

Saturday, June 05, 2004

 
Saturday Mornings
Saturday mornings sneak up on you. Sure the people stay up a little later than normal, but they do that on Thursday night's too. On Saturday mornings 6:00 rolls around and nobody is moving but me. It probably wouldn't be so bad if I could go sit on my couch, but no, I am locked up in the room where I must sleep on the floor. At least they put some blankets down for me. Finally they get up, but instead of hanging out for a minute or so, it's straight to their little room. I'm all ready to go out and Katie's playing with her teeth! This morning was particularly intolerable. She put on her shoes, always a good sign, but then she started taking them off again! I told her to hurry up already. She fussed, but went upstairs and stuck her feet in a different pair, thank goodness. We went out and had a good walk, which was nice and all, but this means that my breakfast was about an hour late. Once I saw she had the bowl, I decided I'd better tell her not to dawdle over this either.

Sunday mornings are much the same, but at least you had Saturday morning to warn you.

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