hey, what's goin' on?!

so last night mom takes me to see some 'friends'. if that's what you call other dogs that nip at your FACE. anyway, it wasn't all bad. they had this water that had to be from some artesian well, b/c it tasted way better than mine. and oh, buddy did i have some pee to show for it when i got home. i got a good number of treats and some people food, so i faired well during the whole situation. next time, i hope she rethinks the 25 minute one way ride though. that's a long time for a pup to hang his head out the window-you get a little parched. and the best part, one of her back windows is broken so i had to stay on one side of the car the whole ride. i gotta say that's pretty unacceptable for a fine specimen like myself. moving on...

tonight mom starts packing her bag and dad's not even back yet. first of all, I THINK MY WORLD IS ENDING!!! truly, who's gonna feed me in this scenario. i don't think they think of my safety at all(see hurt paw entry as well). secondly, i'm gonna have to go bury my nose in some dirty clothes before she leaves. it's kinda my thing. see ya-gotta go sniff.

it's a monday morning

so last night dad's busy cleaning his clothes. honestly, i like 'em better smelly. one of my favorite things is to just bury my head in my owner's smelly clothes. um, yeah, keep in mind, i'm a dog! so he puts those clean clothes in a bag. this morning he and mom leave and only she comes back. yeah, i know, just a little suspicious. hope he's back soon, 'cause it's just not the same. i don't know how long i can go without someone to nap with me. mom's weird, she's got some strange aversion to naps, don't know what that's all about. yawn. yeah i'm tired, typing takes a lot out of you. especially when your paw is hurt.

Cut on my paw!

Apparently, my safety is no longer something I can count on. The other day, as I'm walking around in my own backyard following my dad around, I step on a piece of wood that I had chewed off a stick! And it cut my paw open pretty bad!
I mean really.... Can someone explain to me why my people aren't following me around picking up small wooden items? Is making sure that I don't hurt myself not a priority anymore? It's like they don't even care. You know what makes them care? I tell you what, when I walked into the bedroom getting blood on their carpet. They sure cared a lot then!! And ever since then, all they want to do is poke and prod at it and make it hurt again. It was almost so bad that I couldn't type this blog entry!

keeping up with the 'owners'

well, my owner started blogging a few days ago and i can't let her get too far ahead of me. it just seems like the right thing to do. i think it will be a little difficult to find time between all of my naps though.