Keep Away

I love games.  Especially when I can get another puppy dog to play with me.  (Or if I can't, I know my Mom will play with me.  She's a champ!)

But I just learned a game.  I should have known how to play it before, because my friend in Arizona, Ozzie (remember Ozzie?  The beautiful Australian Shepherd?), he tried to teach me.  But I wasn't getting it.  Maybe because he was in control.  When I got to be in control, I really got it.  Here's how it went:

Mom took me to the Dog Park (Yay!  I LOVE the dog park!)  But I digress.   (That means I run on and on about stuff that doesn't have anything to do with what I'm talking about.  Mom told me I do that a lot and I'm trying to stop it, but it's very hard.  When I think of something, I just run with it.  Uh oh.  Now I can't remember what I was going to say.  Oh, yeah, about the Dog Park thing.)

We got to the Dog Park, and I met a bunch of new dogs again.  I love that about the Dog Park.  Some days there are a lot of dogs I know, and some days there are a bunch of new ones.  This was one of the days when I didn't know the dogs.

First, I put out my Frizbee.  (I have a GREAT frizbee!  It's red and flexible, and it will not break!) 

  Then, I pretended that I didn't really care about the Frizbee.  That's really important.  You have to show that it doesn't mean anything to you.

 

So I let the Frizbee go and I acted like I couldn't care less: 

 Then I presented the Frizbee to Izzie.  (Another Izzie, just like I used to be.  And the puppy down the street.  Uh, oh, I'm diverging again.  Sorry).

 

But we had a grand ol' time.  Just pulling and tugging and rolling around.  It was great.  My friend Ozzie would have been proud of me.  He thought I would never get the hang of Tug-of-War, but I did!  Just wait till I get back to Arizona, Ozzie!  I'll be waiting for you!

 





Oh, what fun!  (Hope the Frizbee survives!)

 

Love to all,  G

 

 

Fourth Child Syndrome

I'm a fourth child.  I was browsing the internet the other day about Birth Orders and being a third or fourth child, and here is what I found:

FOURTH CHILD SYNDROME:  Anything that a parent would find cute, humorous or indifferent that a parent would have had a fit over with the first born.

This is a very, very good thing for me.  In many ways. I can get away with lots of things that my former brothers could never have done.  For instance, they were never allowed on the furniture (except of course the bed.  Mom & Dad always want their kids to sleep in the bed with them, but never on any other furniture.)  I knew this, of course, but I decided to test out the theory.  Here's what happened.


One day, Mom was looking for me and she couldn't find me.  That's cuz I had curled up on the living room couch (a NO-NO for Caesar, Hercules or Brandywine).  It was so quiet and peaceful there, and I didn't think they would really mind if I snuck a few zzz's on the couch?

 

 

 

Sure enough, Mom found me on the couch and did she yell at me? 

I was afraid she might, but no, she just laughed.  (Something she would have had a fit over with Caesar, she now finds humerous with me.  Fourth Child Syndrome at work!) 

So I just stayed there and she let me.  But after awhile, I was afraid they might have forgotten me, so I had to check it out.

 And I peaked over the back of
the couch to make sure they
were still in the other room.
Talk about humerous!  She and Dad both laughed at me?

I don't know why it was so funny, but I guess it was.



Anyway, I'm going to keep taking advantage of FCS whenever I can!  For now, I'm going to have a great nap.     

I like being the Fourth Child.  Hope you have a great week!

Love, G

Sticks & Stones

May break my bones.  I know.  But Oh, how I love sticks.  Little sticks.  Big sticks.  Wet sticks.  Dry sticks.  All sticks.

When we go for walks, I look for sticks.  Sometimes they get buried in the grass.  But I can hunt them out wherever they are.

This one was buried way in the grass.  But my stick sense kicked in and I found it with no trouble.  It was a good one.  It had branches I could chew off while we walked and it was BIG.  I really like BIG sticks.



See how fun this is?  I don't get why Dad hates when I pick up sticks like this on our walks.  But he does.  Well sometimes they do get tangled in my collar and leash. 

 And sometimes I run into things.  But that just makes it funner.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE sticks!

Hope you have some fun stuff to play with.

Love,

G