my brother Sammy is a pain in the tail. Literally. I am sort of a mellow guy, but Sammy is a whack job. Playing with him always gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. But even when I lay down, and show him I’m done, he doesn’t stop.
Gone, goddammit. Somewhere weird where the leaves change color and it gets very cold. Her Mommis is planning a wedding, which I don’t understand. All I know is she’s not at the park and I am bummed beyond belief.
While she’s gone, though, I’m going to grow. You’ll see. When she gets back I will be big.
Mommis did a great job on my Canine Good Citizen test. She didn’t confuse me at all and we passed. It was hard work though.
I had such a big day that I barfed at her ASU class with my vest on. I think it was the three Crimini mushrooms that I ate off the floor at Sprouts that morning. Or maybe it was stress. A nice man in her class cleaned it up before I could re-eat it, which I was going to do for her.
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.
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.
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!