I'm still learning...

We’ve been here in this strange new place with no grass and hotter ‘n hades for over a week now.  Mom & Dad had been leaving me in my cage when they left.  Then Dad said, “I’m going to give you your freedom in the master bedroom.  But freedom comes with responsibility, Guinness.”  I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I think it meant I should not have eaten the bathroom rug.  Because the next time they left, I was back in the cage.

 

 

Mom & Dad decided I should try Doggie Day Care at a place called “Always Unleashed”.  It was great.  They had a swimming pool and a “Hounds Lounge”  and I got a report card that said I could come back.  I really liked the swimming pool and met lots of fun guys and gals.  But OH, I was beat!!

 

This is me, 10 minutes after we got home:

 

 

Dad thought I was gone for good.  But it wasn’t long before Guinness the Tree Carrier was back!

 

 

And it was on that trip, that I discovered REAL GRASS.  They actually have real green grass here.  Oh, what heaven.  I might never leave. 

Anyway, I guess that’s all for this week.  I’ll let you know how things go.  Mom and Dad have been pretty busy and have only played golf twice.  But I think they’re having a good time out here. 

Talk to you later.  Hope all is well with you.

Guinness.

My famous brothers and me!

There is something you should know about me before we go much farther.  I was not the first puppy in my family.  In fact, there were two Chocolate Labrador puppies before I came along.

Mom has pictures of the puppies on her desk.  I asked her about them.  (I was afraid she might like them better than me because they are what they call Pure Breds and I'm just a stray.

I mean, get a look at this one picture.  This is my older brother, Hercules.  Isn't he sweet?

He stayed with my mom and dad for 14 years.  Then when he went away, they adopted Caesar Rodney.  This is Caesar Rodney.



Caesar Rodney stayed with them for 15 1/2 years.  I asked Mom if she loved them best because they were Pure Breds.  But she said, no.  That each of us have our own personality and she loves each of us for being who we are.  She said Hercules was the Serious One.  He was quiet and good and loved Dad best.  Caesar Rodney was the Mischievous One.  He was always in trouble and they called him "Caesar, No!" most of the time.  (I think I would like him best.)  Caesar loved Mom best.  Mom says that I am the Funny One because I can make her and Aunt Debbie and lots of people laugh.  I like to make her laugh.  But I don't think I can tell if I like her or dad best.  I like them both the same!

Did you know that all three of us are famous?  Hercules had his picture published in Dog World in 1974.  Caesar Rodney won third place in the Fox Photo contest in 1988 and his picture was published in Dog Fancy.  Me?  I won third place in the St. Louis Post Dispatch 6th Annual Cutest Pet Contest and my picture was in the Post.  Here it is:

 



See my picture on the bottom?  Why didn't I get first prize?  I'm pretty cute there.  But anyway, it makes me happy to know that me and my brothers are all famous! 

I should go now.  I've bragged enough about my siblings and me.  Next time, I'll tell you about my new adventures in a new world!

Love,

Guinness

Life in St. Louis...

I'm back now, and I'm going to tell you just a little about my life in St. Louis.  Mostly I slept in my cage while Mom & Dad worked.  But Mom always came home at lunch time and we had lunch together and then went for a walk.  I took Mom & Dad on lots of walks. 

One day, I remember, I got pretty confused.  We came back from a walk and I thought Mom had already gone into the condo and left me outside.  See, I was worried:

 

 

I was surprised (and embarrassed) to find her behind me.  My face turned red!  (Not really.  My face can't turn red.)  She promised she would never leave out all by myself.

 

 

When we walked, I sometimes sit and watch people walk by.  They would be so happy to see that I was interested in them.  People need to feel important too, just like dogs.  So I would sit very tall (well, as tall as I could being just a puppy) and stare until they would laugh and call me the cutest dog they had ever seen.  I didn't believe them, but it made us all feel good.  This is me sitting pretty when I was little.  I shouldn't have stuck out my tongue, but I was trying to make Mom laugh.  It worked.

 

 And sometimes when we walk, I just like to sit in the grass.  Grass is great.  It's cool and soft and sometimes good to eat.  I call this picture, "Pooped Puppy in the Grass."  Then we would come back to the house and all I could do was collapse in my cage.  Life is good: I'll be back next week -- after my nap!  

Love, G