Every afternoon in our house we have something called dog down time. This is when we all take naps while Mommis works. Today was an especially important dog down time because I spent that weekend having a festival with Lady Leeloo. And because I went to the salon this morning. That’s always tiring. I wonder why humans like it so much.
Anyway, I was just getting comfy on Mommis’s bed while she was writing, but then I heard a noise.
I thought it was dinner being served, but it was a false alarm.
Every morning my Mommis talks to Leeloo’s Mommis about this game they are playing. Sometimes the game makes her happy, but the last two days it made her sad because she says she’s out of balls and there was a wild Ponyta out there. I didn’t see any Ponyta, but I did see a ball in the grass this morning.
She just kicked that one away toward Sammy. I don’t get it.
She also said something about buying more balls and Leeloo’s Mommis said don’t spend money doing that. But when I got into the car I opened the place where the sunglasses live and guess what? I found Mommis some money to buy more balls.
This posture is called the “down.” I got this. But there’s another piece I don’t understand at all. It’s called the “stay.”
I always position my down between Mommis’s legs. I feel that’s the best place to be. But then when Mommis moves, shouldn’t I move with her? Isn’t that “staying”–between her legs? But no. The other boys on Team Hardaway know you’re supposed to let her just leave you. I’ll never get there. I love her too much.
School is tough. I’m crashing for the rest of the afternoon. This morning I got a shot and a microchip and had to go for a scary car ride with just a seatbelt. Nobody held me. I was lucky I survived.
Then my tutor came over and taught me how to walk with Mommis on a leash. I guess the technical term for that is heel, so I did my best to walk on her heels. “Buppy come” was a lot easier!
Today I went on a nature hike in the backyard with my brother Sammy. Mommis has hired him to train me, since he went through a leadership training program with Juan Aguilar and came out a service dog.
Now he serves me. I don’t think it makes him happy, but he’s getting resigned to it.
On the other hand, Uncle Max’s dog Tucker bit me on the leg today. I haven’t the faintest idea what I did to piss him off.
Great hike, though. Good workout.
First they thought I couldn’t be potty trained this young. Then they thought I was afraid of heights until I sprung myself off the banquette in the kitchen. And now I have faked them out again by hurling my baby body through the dog door. Hello world!
I haven’t had much energy lately, and I’ve spent my days under Mommis’ bed resting. After all, today’s my birthday and I’m 12, she thinks. Also the vet thinks so. I guess my teeth are 12.
After I refused to jump down out of the car at the park a couple of times, Mommis finally caught on and figured out that I needed help. So she ran me up to the vet, because she thought the big bump under my left shoulder might be the reason.
But the vet said no, and also x-rayed me for elbow arthritis. Oh, and weighed me. This was the worst part. I have gained five pounds. While the vet said I didn’t have any visible arthritis, she gave Mommis some samples of anti-inflammatories and told her to try them on me.
And then came the worse part: she told Mommis to cut back my food and substitute canned green beans for kibble. Mommis is a nutritional nut who only eats vegetables herself, so I knew I was in trouble.
The bad news is that I now get a half cup of kibble and a half cup of green beans, and ONLY HALF A TREAT! Serious deprivation.
The good news is that those “uppers” the vet prescribed have seriously raised my energy levels so that I now can forage for food in the park every morning and still catch up to the group. When I was slow, Mommis let me out of the leashing system and I just carry my own leash now. This allows me to pick up pine cones and garbage, which I love. Just yesterday I found an open package of hot dogs.
Happy Birthday to me!