I'm Really Nervous!

Things have been going on here at the house that I just don't like.  Mom and Dad have been putting lots and lots of clothes and their toys and stuff in the back bedroom.  (That's where I usually go to watch out the back window so I can see all the things going on in Clayton.  Dad says I go there to "watch TV".  Uh,oh, I'm digressing again.  Sorry.)

Anyway, as I was saying, they have golf clubs and cameras in the back room.  And lots and lots of clothes.  These are the same things they packed when they left me for three whole weeks last June.  They told me they were going and would be back, but I didn't believe them.  I didn't believe that they would leave me.  And when they did.  I didn't believe they were coming back.  But they did, but it was a long long time.  I had fun with Kelley but I missed my Mom and Dad. 

This time they keep telling me not to worry.  I am going too.  Going where?  I can't play golf.  Why would they take me too?  I don't believe them.  I think they are going away, and this time it's for a REALLLLLLLY long time.  They just don't want me to worry.  That's what it is! 

But tonight, Mom put my doggie bed in the kitchen.  They're going to send me somewhere else, while they go away!  They can't do that.  I won't go.  I'm going to sit on my doggie bed so they can't move it.  That's what I'll do.

OK,  Mom, just try to get this bed out of the house.  I'm not budging.  And if I don't budge, then you can't send my bed away, and you can't leave me again. 

 

But what does my mom do?  She just laughs at me and takes pictures.  Doesn't she know I really mean it?  This bed is going nowhere.  I don't care what she does, I can stay here all day and all night.  And I will.  Take that, Mom & Dad.  Now you can't go anywhere either.

 

 

 

Please send an email and tell my mom and dad not to go away from me again,

 

G    (to be continued....)



The Decision

Thanks to all of you who voted for my picture.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) it was a really close call.  If we discount 5 of Aunt Joycie's votes (she voted 6 times, one for each of her family members), then there were two votes for Pictures 1,2,4,5, and 6 and 5 for picture 3.  AND, a lot of you said to make a collage 'cuz you couldn't really pick the best.  I get that.  I'm so photogenic it IS hard to pick out my best shot.  So I told Mom what she should do is to do one big picture of #3 (so I can have a puppy picture that fits in with my brother's pictures) and then do a collage of all of my good pics. 

She thought that was a good idea and she ran a few collages with Microsoft Auto Collage.  We picked out a good one:

But I told her she should get one of those frames that separate the pictures.  I think she'll probably do that. 

It's been a very stressfull two weeks trying to decide the best pictures to depict my very special personality.  But now that we have it done, I'm ready to move on to my next adventures.

Thank you for your help.  I'll be back with new adventures next week!

All my love,  G

Help Us Decide

My Mom has framed pictures in her office of all of her puppy dogs 'cept me.  I asked her why.  'Specially since I was voted cutest dog in the Post Dispatch contest last year.  (Well, 3rd cutest dog, anyway.)  But I think I should have a puppy picture in a frame just like Brandy, and Hercules and Caesar.

So Mom and me, (oops, I mean Mom and I) picked out a few pictures to blow up and put in a frame.  But I can't decide.  Can you help me?

#1  This is one of my littlest ones.  I sorta remember that fluffy toy.  I think I had it for about two days before there was nothing left.  And this picture is even before I ate the rug!  That's how I know it was right after I came to Clayton.  Mom bought the rug so I would have something comfy to sleep on when the sun shone through the kitchen door. I pretty much destroyed the rug in the first few days. 

 

 

#2  I'm pretty cute in this one, too, don't you think?  But Mom could have done the shadows better.  I think this was before she took those camera lessons.  I tried working my magic with my Corel Paintshop Pro, but I couldn't save it.  But I'm still a cutie, don't you think?

 

 

 

#3  Oh, look at this handsome fellow.  I like this one, 'cuz it shows my serious side.  My brother Hercules has a picture like this - waxing philosophical, Mom calls it.  I have no idea what that means. But it sounds cool.  

 

 

 

 

#4  Didn't want you to think I'm serious all the time.  I like to make people laugh and you shoulda seen Mom and Dad when I did this for them.  It's probably not the right picture for a framed picture.  But I like it.  This one is more like my brother Caesar.  He was the mischievous one.  I like being like all my brothers.

 

 

 

#5  In this one I was 6 1/2 months old.  I think Mom really likes this one.  She has it on her iphone and shows it to people when they show her pictures of their kids and grandkids.  I dunno.  I'm pretty handsome in this one too.  Just getting pretty old by now.

 

 

#6  And then there's my famous picture, the one that won the contest (OK, the one that came in third.).  I kinda like this one 'cuz you can see hot fit and trim I am.  And I am sooo be-u-tee-ful here don't you think?

 

 

I would really appreciate if you could help me decide which picture we should frame.  Mom's retired now and I don't think she should be spending a lot of money on pictures of me, so we need to choose just one.  But I don't know which to choose.  You can just reply to this email.  I know it says, "no reply" somewhere up top there, but Aunt Annie replies all the time.  And I write back to her. 

 

I look forward to your vote!  All my love, G

 

Sometimes, You Gotta Do What You Gotta Do

A couple of days ago, me and Mom (she would tell me, that's wrong, it's not "me & Mom", 'cuz "me" isn't a subject, but it should be "Mom & I",  Mom REALLY hates when people use the wrong pronouns.  Like, "Her and her husband went to the ballgame."  She says it sounds like nails across a chalkboard;  If you said, "her went to the ballgame"  you'd know it's just not right and sounds like someone with no education, so....uh, oh...I'm digressing again.  Sorry.  I'll stop.

Any way, WE (that's the right pronoun), went to the Dog Park.  It was a little later than we usually go and I didn't know the dogs well.  Cider was there.  I met him with Auntie Annie.  He's not real nice.  And Cookie was there.  Cookie and her human are really nice, but when Cider is there, they go to the far end of the Park.  When I came in, Cider was really mean.  (He can be really mean, although the last time we were there with Cider, when he was mean, I could run to the pool and get in it.  The pool was safe.  Cider knew the pool was safe and he just sat outside the pool until I jumped out and ran.)  But this time, he wouldn't let me get to the pool.  He growled and barked and bared his teeth at me.

I could see Mom was a little scared.  She got between me and Cider and I was ascared that Cider might bite her.  She tried to make him be good, but he got worse and I was really ascared for her.  So finally, I went to the gate and said, "Mom, lets go.  I don't want Cider to bite you."  And she agreed with me, and told Cider's human that we were leaving.  I think she was mad at Cider's human. 

I was disappointed, 'cuz I like playing at the Dog Park.  But I told Mom we should go to a place we had seen on one of our walks.  It's a fenced in park by an old abandoned school.  And we saw people playing with dogs there.  So I suggested we go there.

And we did.  It was a pretty park.  It had fences all around.  And a funny little river with water.  Almost like my swimmiIng pools at the dog park.   It was pretty neat.

I played by myself for a little while, but then, more dogs came!  Really fun dogs.  Two labradors and they seemed to really like me too.

We introduced ourselves.   And then I showed them my favorite game.  They liked playing tug-a-war with my frizbee, just like me!

So, good things come when you take good care of your human.  I think Mom really liked this new place I took her to.  And, these new friends aren't going to bite her.  So all's well that ends well.  Like I said, Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.  (Take that Cider!)

Love ya,  G.