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