New Four-Legged Friends

I had another great weekend (aren't all weekends great? My people are home all day and in good moods). This weekend was special for a couple of reasons. First, we went to one of my favorite places. No, not the drive thru. No, not the bank. No, not the toy store. We went to GRANDMA'S! I'm pretty lucky to have 2 grandmas that love me and spoil me. It just so happened to be the birthday weekend for the one that lives in Kentucky, so we went to visit.

At first, I wasn't too sure we'd have a good visit. Their air conditioner broke and no one could come fix it for, like, seventy hundred-leven years. Grandma and Grandpa had done a good job of closing off rooms they didn't need, so the window air and a fan kept us pretty cool.

Then came the best part. On Sunday, we went to my other other favorite place--Great-Grandma's! She just thinks I'm the cat's meow...or I guess that'd be the dog's bark for me? Let's just say I'm the favorite with Dad's whole family. There were two other puppy dogs visiting. We sniffed each other, but one wanted to play a little more than I cared for, so he had to stay in the sunroom while the people ate (so I could beg in peace). When Mom finished, we went outside to let the other dogs have a turn. Mom said there was a special surprise about to come anyway. What could be better than Grandma's and Great-grandmas? A parade!

Here's everyone lining the streets for the parade

I'm ready!

I had never seen a parade before. There were lots of big cars and tiny cars. There were loud trucks with sirens and people riding 4-wheelers. But the REALLY best part? There were horses! I have found my long-lost best friends. I really wanted to go say hi to the horses. Mom laughed at me and said I couldn't reach high enough to sniff their butts. She thinks she's so funny sometimes.

I really wanted to meet the horses

Here's a video my dad took of me watching the horses!

Gotcha!!!

Yesterday was my most specialist of all days! It was my Gotcha Day! For those who may not know, a Gotcha Day is kind of like a birthday, except no one knows when my birthday is. So we celebrate a Gotcha Day as the day my parents "got" me. Sometimes people might call it an Adoption Day, but I like Gotcha a whole lot better.

The day started off OK, better than the day before. I had to go to the V-E-T the day before. They gave me stuff to make me super sleepy and when I woke up my teeth were all pretty. I had lots of fun watching all the people, puppy dogs, and kitty cats back in my spot while I waited for Mommy. They finally brought me to see Mom. The V-E-T guy told her I was "spunky" when I woke up...I guess that's good.

Anyway, that was Friday and it rained ALL day that day. Mom said she had a few wet adventures without me. I'm not sure what would be worse, the V-E-T or water. Since it rained so much Friday, my parents couldn't take me to the puppy dog park like they wanted. I still got an extra long walk, though.

Then I did a lot of this:

After dinner, my people gave me a special treat: A long-lasting chew treat! They had been hiding it forever and decided today was a good day to give it to me.

I chewed and chewed and chewed until it was ALL gone. It was tasty.

Just for fun, here's a picture of me on the original Gotcha Day. This was taken on July 9, 2010, the day I came home!

I've taught my parents a lot about being good puppy dog parents, but there's still lots for them to learn. I guess I better get back to work. A dog's job is never done.

Fur-th of July

This weekend was the worst ever! Well, that's not totally true. Daytime was nice. I did lots of of walking and napping and cute-being. But near sun sleep time, something terrible happened--the boomies! The boomies are not to be confused with the "zoomies" where I get a wild hair and run around the house as fast as I can. No, the boomies are worse, much more dangerous. And they just.wouldn't.stop. No amount of pacing or watching or trembling I did would make them stop. Eventually my people would help me settle down, but if a boomie was especially loud, I was on alert. Except the time I was snuggled on Dad's shoulder. I was safe there.

Mom said people were shooting off fireworks because it was the fur-th of July. She said our country's founding fathers certainly had cookouts and blowing stuff up in mind when they said they didn't want to be ruled by the king of England. I think she was being silly. My mommy, ever the jokester!

Fur-th of July or not, I don't like those boomie fireworks. I hope we never have another one! Luckily, they seemed to have stopped.