Soaking up the sun on this late January morning. We were being a little too quiet so my mom came looking for us and found us in this sunny spot.
We might need more dog beds around here. This time, I hopped in bed with Joey and we napped together for about 30 minutes. I mean, who wouldn’t want to snuggle with a warm puppy?
Well friends, it is official. I am a brother! My parents and I adopted Joey and he’s a part of our family now. I have a furever furbrother and I like it. Being in a multi-dog household is loads of fun and it’s definitely keeping my parents on their toes. But sometimes being a sibling is hard because you have to
steal share bones with one another and since I was an “only dog” for so long, sharing my mom and dad is brand new to me too. I am doing my best.
Even though we’re not biological brothers, Joey and I have a few things in common. For example:
- We are both papillon mixes
- We both weigh 7+lbs
- We both like chewing on bones & hiding bones
- We are both quiet, a bit shy and very sweet
We also have a few things that are different too:
- Joey gets fed different — and better — food than me. Why?!
- Joey likes his crate. I abhor crates.
- Joey can’t jump very high. I can jump super high.
- Joey is kinda into playing fetch. I’m not into that game.
Last night Joey and me were taking our parents for our evening walk and as we were crossing the street somebody yelled out their car window, “Cute dogs!”. And as if this new adoption wasn’t enough excitement for everybody, my mom and dad are getting married! Big things are happening around here.
I spent yesterday relaxing and rooting for the Redskins. What did you do?
An open letter to Louis Vuitton:
Next time you wanna use a black and white dog who looks a little like me in your ad, I’m available! And I’m actually way cuter than those guys. You can pay me in luxury LV goods for my mom (she made me write that).
Vet Adventures with Happy
Well it’s been quite the eventful day around here. My mom scheduled me a vet appointment this morning — without my knowledge, I might add — and schlepped me all the way over to the Mission where my vet’s office is. I thought we were just going to the park or something then when we got in front of that terribly familiar place, I let out a BIG squeal and tried to get away. It was a noise I didn’t even know I knew how to make. You don’t even wanna know what they did to me the last time I was at that place!
Anyway, I was supposed to have a test to see if the medicine I’ve been taking the last few months is working. But the appointment lady forgot to remind my mom to fast me before the test and my mom gave me a couple small treats to calm my nerves on the BART ride over. Imagine my mom’s surprise when the check-in lady asked when was the last time I ate. There was a lot of chit chat about whether the treats would throw off my test results and one doc said it was okay so they brought me to the back room and told me my mom to pick me up in two hours. And then she just left me there!
But thankfully a second doc decided not to do the test after all and called my mom to come pick me up so I got outta there before they could so any testing whatsoever. My test has been rescheduled for two weeks from today but now I know about the appointment and you better believe I’m putting my paws down and staying home that day. Thank goodness for those itty bitty treats I ate this morning because it looks like I got out of this one free and clear.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be snuggling up with my stuffed animals for the rest of the day attempting to get over the trauma of being left at the vet’s office BY MYSELF for about 10 minutes.
Reunited and it feels sooo good! Finally, finally, finally my mom is back home with me where she belongs. I picked her up from the airport and my dad helped a little. He drove so I could focus on jumping all over her for just about the whole car ride home. While she was waiting for us to scoop her up, she spotted three other excited canines picking up their humans at the airport. We’re not the only folks who do this, apparently.
It was a long two weeks without my mom and I experienced a lot more alone time than I’m used to. I think I even lost a little bit of weight; my harness is fitting a little more loosely. My dad took good care of me though and I must admit, we enjoyed our “bachelorhood” while it lasted. One of the first things my mom did when she got back was brush my hair real good and give me a bath. My dad didn’t worry so much about that stuff…which I liked! Now I gotta be all clean and well groomed again. Women.
There is a crazy preconceived notion out there that every dog gets excited when he or she sees their leash. I’m here to tell you, this just isn’t the case for all dogs. Shocking, I know! I am a part of the small (at least I think it’s small) group of canines who do not get overly enthused at walk time. In fact, sometimes I roll over and show my belly at the mere mention of a walk. Most mornings, I need to be carried out of bed to the door for my a.m. walk but that’s also in part because I’m a total sleepy head.
My new “try to get outta the walk” routine involves hiding behind my mom’s bike. There’s just enough space between the bike and wall for me to fit. The photos above are a timeline of my discovery of this hiding spot. First, I stood behind the wheel. Then, I got a little tired and laid down. Finally, I gave up and came out. I do actually like being outside and romping around. It’s mostly the collar/leash thing I’m not so crazy about.
Now maybe if the bike hooks had been installed as planned 8 months ago, I wouldn’t be able to hide in this manner. Hmmm….glad they’re procrastinators around here.