Wednesday, August 30, 2006

We had some company this weekend, and I was so excited, someone to play with! As you can see I did my best to get Audrey to chase me, play with me, something. But all she did was ignore me, or walk away from me. Mom said I"m lucky Audrey didn't bite the heck out of me, she kept saying Audrey was an old girl and didn't like to play. Doesn't like to play, WHAT?! I don't care how old I get, I can't imagine not liking to play with someone as cute and fun as me. (Mom says I can be irritating, I think that must be a compliment).

I've been working really hard to be a good dog, I guess I'm not supposed to go potty in the house, it seems like every few hours I am getting dragged outside and told to "Do my business." Work, work, work, but when I do I get told I am a good dog and I get rubbed, pretty good exchange if you ask me. I only peed in the house once and that was when I was getting ignored an then I was called a bad dog, that didn't sound so good, so I ran outside and finished up there, so many rules. Don't jump, don't bite, don't go in the house, don't attack Audrey, sheesh, I hope I can keep it all straight.

I've been told I get to stay with Audrey this weekend, I hope she takes some pills or something to get ready for me. Audrey's Mom says she is looking forward to having a puppy around for a few days, but Mom says that she'll change her mind after she has me for a few hours. What does she mean by that? Wish I could go, but I guess I am not allowed on airplanes yet, something about not having all my shots.

Well, I have to go pick up some pecans in the back yard and hide them in places where Mom can step on them. I crack up every time she steps on one and yells "OUCH!" Serves her right for leaving me in a crate while she is gone to work.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Hey, my name is Murphey. I'm about twelve weeks old, or so they say, and until last Thursday I was living at the pound.

Last Thursday started like any other day, me and six other puppies were hanging in our kennel when this tall blond lady came by. Now, all my puppy friends were jumping and barking and jumping and barking and I thought, heck no, not me. So I stretched, waded my way through the other puppies, lifted up my paw and looked that lady RIGHT IN THE EYE. The right in the eye thing was really important cause I was trying out that mind control thing, you know, the one where you stare at someone really hard and think something you want them to do, and they do it? So, there I was, staring her right in the eye and thinking come on sucker, "Take me Home. Me, not them, Me, you want a puppy, Take ME HOME!" Then she walked away. Darn it, it didn't work, or so I thought.

It turns out she went to ask about me, she tracked down the main person to find out if I was available. Of course I was! So they came and took me to a meet and great area where I tried out some other skills, you know, the ones where you convince the person you have chosen that you are the perfect dog? Kind of like first dates, where you don't eat too much, you say all the right things and act real nice, before the real you comes out? Well, that is what I did. I jumped up on her lap, licked her face, then curled up in a calm little ball. Yeah, I sold her a bill of goods, tee hee.

So, the next thing I knew I was in her car going HOME! But wait, I had to, well, I had to, well, POOP! Where?! oh no, where?! Hey, how about on that big white bag, yeah, that's it, the big white bag, how was I to know it was her purse and my poop would be runny. Jeez, she about crashed the car. What did she expect, I'm a puppy, I've been pooping in a cage, what's the big deal. But we made it home.

Once home I decided that walking wasn't for me, nope, running, that's right, running really, really fast, all over, then some jumping, really, really high jumping, oh and some chewing, yeah, on anything I could find, oh that chewing feels good. Too late for her to reconsider, the real me is here to stay. So, I am getting my new owner trained and I figure life will be pretty good for me. Keep checking in, I'll let you know how things go.