What to do when you get sick of Trump!

Dad had the news on yesterday.  At least, that's what they call it.  Every station has that Trump guy on it.  What is it one of my Aunties calls him?  Cotton Candy Head.  (Hee, hee, I love it.)  But I'm not telling you which Auntie it was - you might be one of those GOP Trump Yahoos?  I think the republicans just maybe are really going to put CCH up for president.  But here's my theory.  'Cuz I don't think anybody could be so dumb that they would REALLY want CCH as president.   And I don't think CCH could REALLY expect to be president.  I think he REALLY wants the democrats to win.  (He used to be a democrat, you know).  So he's just pretending to be a republican and pretending to run for president so the republicans get confused and don't know who to vote for.  And none of the democrats would vote for CCH.  So by default, the democrat will win!  Now that's really smart!  So maybe CCH isn't as dumb as he seems? 

But even if he is smarter than he looks, it's still all so boring.  Why does the media always have to show him no matter where he is or what he's doing?  "Oh, look, CCH is flossing his teeth!  Let's all watch!" 

No siree, I've had enough of it.  I took Mom with me and we went to the Dog Park where I have been practicing for Halloween.  Halloween is just around the corner and I have to be ready for my many Halloween Party invitations.  And I know I'll be bobbing for apples at some Halloween Party, so I'm going to practice hard.  (Beats watching CCH nonstop!)

And here I am bobbing for apples at the Dog Park.  Well, we practice with a Chuck-it ball, 'cuz Mom thinks I'll eat the apples if she uses them for practice.  And she's probably right.  I like apples.  But I'm already getting pretty good with the Chuck-it ball.  I'm going to be the best Apple Bobber at the Party! 

 

Why don't you come join me at the Dog Park and forget about all this political stuff.  We'll have lots more fun.  I'll be waiting for you.

 

Love, G



 

Guinness the Athlete!

IBet you didn't know I am a great athlete, did you?  Well I am!  And I think my Uncle Dave will be pretty impressed when he sees what I'm really good at.

It all started at the Dog Park.  Remember the frizbee that Izzy and I play tug-o-war with?  You remember -- this one!

 

Well, Mom threw it one day, and I jumped up and got it mid-air!  Mom was hopping up and down she was so happy.  I wasn't quite sure what was making her happy, so I brought her back the frizbee and asked her to show me what was the big deal.  She just threw the frizbee again and I let it fall in the gravel, and brought it back to her again.  She wasn't hopping up and down, so I had to assume that the fact that I had brought it back to her wasn't what was making her happy.

 

So I tried again.  This time when she threw it, I jumped in the air and got it mid-air again.  This time, I caught her taking a picture.  That was a sure give-away.  When Mom takes a picture it's because I did something she likes (or maybe, something she doesn't like - but it's something significant in some way).  So I decided it was the mid-air thing she liked.  I asked her to show me the picture.  It was really bad!

 





 

I told her, that wouldn't do.  No one would know how good I was if THAT was the picture.  So I told her to get her camera ready, and I would do a good job catching the frizbee.  (She only had her phone, but she didn't do too bad a job.)  Here is the series she took of me catching the frizbee:

 



I'm pretty cool, huh?  Do they give Varsity Letters and Sweaters for frizbee catching?  Or maybe I can get into the Olympics.  I'm going to practice really, really hard.  I'm going to Rio De Janeiro in 2016 for the Summer Olympics.  Hurray!!!!

You keep practicing your sport, and you too can join me in the Olympics!

Love, G

WHILE THE CAT'S AWAY...

The mice will play.  So they say.  Who the heck are they?  And who cares where the cat is anyway?  But Mom says, the cat has something to do with the trouble I got in again.

Here's what happened:

Mom and Dad went back to Arizona for 10 days.  And they didn't take me!  What's that about?  I love Arizona.  They didn't even ask if I wanted to go.  No, instead they made me stay home, "to protect the house", they told me.  The house doesn't need protecting when we're all in Arizona in the winter.  Why does it need ME to protect it now? 

Anyway, they let me stay with Kelley.  I like Kelley.  She takes me on walks and lets me sleep where I want.  And rubs my belly.  I have Kelley trained pretty well!

But 10 days is a lot of time.  And I was pretty good for most of it.  You can ask Kelley.  She'll tell you.  I did everything she told me to.  But usually she just stays for 4 or 5 days.  And after that, I started thinking that Mom and Dad might not be coming back.  That got me worried.  What if they didn't come back?  What if they stayed in Arizona without me?  Didn't they love me anymore?  I was very upset.

So one day, after Kelley took me for a walk, she went to work.  She works just a couple of blocks away.  Mom showed me where she works at Commerce Bank, and it's not far away.   So I know she would be back before long.  But all of a sudden, I got really nervous and went upstairs and jumped on my bed.  I was worried that Mom and Dad wouldn't come back.  So I wanted to find something that smelled like them.  And on the bed was Mom's favorite down pillow.  I remember down pillows from Arizona.  And this one smelled just like Mom.  AND it had all those wonderful down feathers inside.  I just started nipping at the corner of the pillow.  It smelled just like Mom.  It felt so soft.  And all of a sudden the down feathers were coming out.  I don't know how it happened!

All of a sudden, I heard the door open.  I quick hid the pillow and sat on the bed looking as innocent as I could.  Didn't I do a good job?

I thought I did.  And Kelley just looked at me and cried.  Why would she cry?  It was just a pillow.  I kissed her and asked her not to tell my Mom and Dad.  Dad especially, cuz he would be really mad.  She didn't say whether she would or not.

 

But the next day?  The pillows were all arranged just like Mom does in Arizona.  The down pillows in the back and the other pillows up front.  And do you know what?  The ordinary pillows up front tasted like that awful Apple sour stuff that Mom used in Arizona to keep me from chewing pillows out there.  Do you think Kelley knows about that stuff?  Do you think she might have told me Mom?  I'm guessing she did.  Oh well.  I probably should stop chewing up those down pillows.  But they are sooooo fun!  I promise I will try to be good.

 

Hope you have better willpower than I seem to have.  How can I get better? 

 

I would love to hear from you on how to be a better puppy.

 

Love, G.

Not Fair!

I'm basically a peaceable puppy.  I know there are Alpha Dogs who think they rule everybody.  I'm not one of those.  I'm a peace-maker.  When angry dogs come to my dog park, I try to calm them down so we can all play and be friends.

Sometimes, it's a little difficult.  Some of  you who remember me as a really little puppy, remember my "Duckin' n Dodgin" days.  When I would have to duck and run when other dogs would try to show they were bigger than me.  If you were with me then, you might remember these pictures:

That's when I realized, I had to Duck n' Dodge pretty good
to keep from ending up like this ....................................








So I've been doing really well lately.  When dogs try to do that h****ping thing, I usually just 
throw them off and then we talk and then we play and it's fun.


Sometimes, though, there are some puppies that gang up.  Or maybe they just get jealous; I don't know.  But it's not fun when I'm the one they gang up on!  And sometimes, these things just aren't what they seem at first.  Look what happened this week at the park.

I was playing with Izzie, and Penny came up.  Penny is kind of odd.  She just lost her Dad, and she and her Mom are sad.

Here we are just talking.  Izzie and I have played tug-a-war 
and had a lot of fun.  But when Penny and Izzie got together, 
this is what happened:

I didn't think that was much fun. But I thought it was Izzie's fault, 'cuz I didn't know that Penny lost her dad a few months ago.  Penny's Mom still comes to the park, but I think Penny is really sad and not really thinking straight.  So I had a talk with Izzie:

I told Izzie, that I didn't want to have to Duck n Dodge at my age anymore, and that I thought he should be a friend and be good with both me and Penny.

What he said was this: "Penny needs to feel like she's important.  So, I'll just stand by and make sure she doesn't hurt you, if you pretend to let her be Queen.  Is that OK with you?" And I said sure, if Penny needs us, then we can work together to help her.  So I pretended to let her beat me, and Izzie stood by me!  We puppies try to be good to each other. Mostly! 

If you know stories about dogs that have been good to other animals, would you tell me about them in the comments?  I'd love to include their stories.  

Love you all,

G

Puppy Play Date

Nothin' better than having my friends come over and play.  I miss Ozzie and Buster.  They're still in Arizona.  So they can't come play with me.  So I invited Sophie and Cody to come to the Dog Park when I was going. 

Have I introduced you to Sophie and Cody?  Maybe I wasn't writing my blog when I met them.  My Mom invited them over to teach me to use the doggie door.  Didn't work.  But the three of us had a great time at the dog park before that.  I really like them, so I invited them to join me at my dog park.  We had a great time.  I introduced them to some of my new dog park friends.

Sophie is the black lab and Cody is the yellow lab behind me.  I was asking Izzie to come meet my friends.  


Cody & Sophie's Mom is the one with the ball thrower.  Sophie loves to chase the ball and she does it till it makes me dizzy.    I think I might like Cody best.  Cody likes to relax.  He went in the pool with me.

  I love having puppies in the pool with me. 

 

 





And I love introducing my friends.  It all fits well into my roll as Official Greeter.  I should set up a business as a social director, don't you think?  We all had a lot of fun that day.  I hope Cody and Sophie come back again!

If you need a Social Director, please feel free to call me.  I'm getting very good at it.

Love, G.