Games by Guinness

I've always said that I make up the best games.  So I'm going to tell you about some of my favorite Guinness Games. 

First is Hide and Find Me.  I know about Hide and Seek, but I don't seek very well.  Mom tried it with me and she hid in a curtain.  I looked and looked and looked.  I could hear her when she asked Dad if I was looking, but I couldn't find her.  Her smell is all over the house, and it's hard to figure it out.  So I finally sat down till she came out.  It wasn't fun.

So instead, I play Hide and Find Me.  One of my favorite places to hide is right in full sight where they can't see me.

See, here I am pretending to be one of the pillows.  Can you even see me?  I'm the brown pillow in the middle with ears.  Couldn't find me at first, could you?

Then, I sometimes like to hide out in the yard.  Can you see me here?

You probably can't, so let me show you where I was before I slipped into my hiding spot.  Then you'll see how I could hide so well.

Can you see me now?






Then I like to play Keep Away.  Partly, I like to just keep the ball away from Mom and Dad and partly I like to make them chase me around the house and yard.  So I combined both, and I run all around the house and sometimes, right in front of Mom, but she can't catch me!

I could do that one for hours.  But Mom can't.  Sometimes I give her the ball so she can throw it for me and then we go at it again.  I LOVE this game.

But the absolute funnest game I've invented is Fight for the Bed with Dad.  That's when I get on the bed at night when Mom and Dad are getting ready.  I wait until Dad turns the water on to brush his teeth.  Then I know he's almost ready to get into bed, .  So next, I hop over real quick and curl up on his pillows. 

Then when he comes into bed, I pretend not to see him.  Mom always laughs and Dad tells me I'm a bad dog and to get out of his spot.  But I know he's just playing by the rules, 'cuz that's what he's supposed to say.  At that point I don't move and he tries to push me over to my spot on the bed.  We wrestle and I lick his nose and he laughs.  Yes, that's a really fun game. 

I have a lot of other games I like to play, but we'll just save those for later.  For now, go out and have fun with your humans and your furry friends.

Love, G.

What I Learned in Therapy School...Doggie Crack!

This week in my Therapy School, there were just two of us.  Little (hee hee) Pebbles.  Remember Pebbles?  She's the 200 pound Mastiff, and me.  She acts a lot more friendly to me when Daisy isn't there. 

We did lots of exercises.  I had to sit still while Brad rode around on a scooter.  Then Pebbles and I had to parade around on a heel pretending we didn't see each other 'cuz as soon as one of us would act like we wanted to talk, we had to go back to the beginning and start over.

It really wasn't bad until they did something called, "Supervised Separation".  Then Brad sat with me and Mom left.  I was a little nervous and I told Brad I wanted my Mom back.  But he just sat there.  But then I thought, all of this stuff is just pretend.  I'm pretty sure Mom didn't go anywhere, it's just pretend.  So I just sat, and soon, Brad called my Mom and sure enough, she popped back into the room.  See, I got this figured out.  That's why Brad says I'm always thinking!

Before we left though, Mom asked for advice 'cuz sometimes I forget to come when she calls.  It's only when there's a new dog in our little park and I'm not on a leash.  Then I go to say hello and I get so excited, I don't even here her call.  So Brad told her that she needs to practice with something called Lickety Stick.  I'm really glad he told her about it.  It's beef gravy and lots of other good things on a roller ball.

Pebbles already knew about this stuff.  She's hooked. 
  She had to show me how to do it, but then....

WOW!  This stuff is really, really good.  I guess that's why they call it Doggie Crack!   I'd come when Mom calls if it means I get a crack at the Crack!  (Get it?)  Crack at the Crack?!

Uh, oh.  I wonder what else is in this stuff?

Have a Happy Week!

Love G.

LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU!

FOR SOME PEOPLE THE PICTURE DIDN'T SHOW UP AT ALL.  BUT MAYBE IF YOU CLICK THE "LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU" TITLE, IT WILL TAKE YOU TO MY BLOG AND YOU CAN SEE IT.


Mom & Dad went to Las Vegas for a few days to watch a bunch of basketball games.  I get to stay with Jan (a/k/as Mary Poppins) and her husband at their house.    So I decided to put together a video for you all.  I call it:  Let Me Entertain You with My Radar Ears!








Tell me how you like it?

(Hint:  If you don't see my picture and just a bunch of advertisements, then click on the number P3050284 and my video will come up.)

Love ya,

G

And Therapy Training Begins....

I DID NOT know what to expect.  But once we got by the introductions it wasn't bad.  There are supposed to be more dogs, but for this first meeting there were three of us.  And what a Trio!

Let's start with Daisy.  Daisy is cute as a button.  She's a Yorkie and she shakes.  All the time.  Brad (he's the trainer, remember him?).  Brad told her human, not to worry, Yorkie's all shake.  What is that about?  But, if I were Daisy, I might shake too.  Here is Daisy.

Isn't she a cutie?  She's only as big as her human's shoes!  She weighs 2 1/2 pounds!  I weigh 23 times as much as she does.
 



Then there is Pebbles.  Pebbles is a Mastiff.  Pebbles weighs 3 1/2 times as much as me and 80 times as much as Daisy.  Brad warned us that Pebbles is a "Tooter".  I didn't know what that meant until halfway through class.  I don't know if a Senior Citizen would like a Therapy Dog who is a "Tooter".   But maybe little kids would, though.  At least little boys!

 

 

We had to do exercises that were pretty easy at first.  At least for me.  We just had to show Brad that we could sit and lie quietly while he did funny things around us.  I was the best!  Tooter's Dad said so.

 

 I didn't need props or help or anything!

 

 

Daisy is kind of a Princess.  She had to have a magic carpet to sit on before she would behave.  But she did pretty good, too.

 



 



Pebbles did good, too, but it was really hard for poor Pebbles.  Imagine having to get up and go down and you have to haul 200 pounds everytime you do it.

That's what he was telling Brad, when Brad asked Pebbles to do a Down.  Pebbles said, "You try and do push ups when you weigh 200 pounds!"

So Brad said, That's OK, you can go back to your seat now, you've been a good dog."

But do you know what that dog did?  She - Pebbles is  a she - she came over to Daisy and tried to flirt with Daisy. 

 But I know Daisy would rather play with me because everytime Brad turned around, Daisy would sneak out of Sharon's lap and try to come over and kiss me!

Anyway.  We all did good for the first week.  But now I have to start thinking about where my new career will take me.  Should I be a TD for Senior's?  Should I have a two legged puppy read to me? 

Do you know any Therapy Dogs?  What kinds of things do they do?  What do you think I would be good at?  If you have any comments, I would love to hear from you.  I just don't know what to major in!


Love, G

Guess who came to dinner?

OK, not really to dinner.  But Ozzie came over last week (remember Ozzie?  The Australian Shephard?)  Anyway, he came to play in our park and then we all went to my house so Mom and his mom, Ellen could have a glass of wine (Borrrrring.  The wine part, not the playing in the park part, that was not boring!)

We had a great time at the park.  First Ozzie and I found the Community Bulletin Board and we were checking out everyone that's been hanging around the park lately. 

Molly the Black Lab was on the Bulletin Board, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was saying.  Molly doesn't spell so good and her penmanship is really bad.

Then Ellen tried to teach me and Ozzie to play tug-of-war with Ozzie's purple ball with a handle.  She said she and Ozzie play with it all the time. 

 I wasn't getting this tug-of-war thing.  If Ozzie wants his toy, he can have it.  This is not a fun game.  (Someday I'll do a blog on all the fun games that I invented, but I didn't invent tug-of-war, so it's not fun.)  On the other hand, if I can sneak the ball away from Ozzie then he won't want it, and then I can have it.  That's a fun game!

Hee, hee, I got his ball!

We all went back to the house, and Mom & Ellen talked.  Ozzie hogged all my bones.  So Mom told Ellen where she could get the same bones and Ozzie could have his own.  He's so grabby but he gets pouty when he doesn't get what he wants.  (I'm not like that.  If I don't get what I want, I just stamp my feet and make weird noises like I'm talking.  Which I am, but humans don't understand.  Except sometimes my Mom does.)   But I think I would like to play with him again.  I like Ozzie anyway.

Have fun this week.  I'm  going to Therapy Training this week, so I'll tell you all about it next week.

Love, G