Sunday, January 18, 2015

I have a new friend!



Actually, Mom & I both have a new friend.  Her new friend is "Ellen".  I think that's cool, 'cuz it's my Mom's name, too and it's easy to remember, AND when you call "Ellen" they both come running! (Well no, I can't really say, "Ellen", but other people do and they both answer.)

MY new friend is Ellen's puppy Ozzie.  He is an Australian Shepherd.  He's one of those Pure Breds, not like me.  But he's nice.  He's really pretty.  Don't you think?



Ozzie's a little younger than me, but he doesn't have as much energy as me.  Ellen says it's because he's overweight.  That's when you eat too much and your belly gets big.  I don't think he's overweight.  And I don't think I could ever be overweight.  They don't feed me enough as it is!  I wish Ellen was my Mom and maybe she would feed me 'till I was overweight.  That would be great.



Anyway, we ran and ran and ran and ran.  And I let Ozzie play with my frizbees. 


Ozzie played nicely with me for awhile, but then he got kinda bossy and wanted all the toys.

 
Mom says it's because he is an Australian Shepherd and they have to be bossy 'cuz they grow up to herd sheep and their people and stuff.  But why does he have to be bossy about it?  I'm partly a German Shepherd, and I'm not bossy.  (In fact, Mom says I am a Wimp!  And she was smiling when she said it, so I'm sure it's a good thing to be a wimp!)  I guess it's just because Germans must be nicer than Australians.  I asked Mom and she said she was pretty sure that Australians are really nice, too.  It's so confusing. 
 
After awhile, I had to take a break and I sat wayyyyy away from Ozzie.  You see, a big black Labrador came by while we were playing.  And she was almost as bossy as Ozzie.  They were fighting because Molly took one of Ozzie's toys and sat down with it.  Ozzie got mad and sat on her head.  It wasn't pretty.  That's why I had to sit wayyyy away from Ozzie.  I didn't want him to sit on my head.
 

I hope Ozzie comes back.  Even if he is bossy, we had lots of fun.  And I think my mom likes Ellen to come and play too.

That's what I know this week.  Stay warm!  We are!

G
  



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