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.

I Thought I was a Big Dog, but...

Saturday we did something really different.  It was a surprise for me.  At least I think it was.  Anyway, I was surprised.

Mom and Dad had their walking shoes on, so I thought we were going down Pershing or Forsyth, like we sometimes do.  But instead we got in the car.  Maybe the Dog Park?   I was excited.  Dad hardly ever goes with us to the Dog Park.  But no.  We took a left out of the driveway.  The Dog Park is right.

We went on the road we usually walk when we do Pershing.  But we were in the car.  Weird.  Where were we going?

Finally, we parked next to a huge Park.  It was waaayyy bigger than my dog park.  And all the dogs were on leashes.  Mom and Dad made me keep my leash on, too.  But we started walking and there were soooo many new smells and soooo many dogs and people to see.  It was really interesting. 

We walked and walked and walked.  Till we had walked a lot farther than I had ever walked before.  But I was doing really good.  Mom said so.  I think that means I didn't jump at EVERY dog that went by.  (Just the really cute ones.)

But then.  You wouldn't believe the dogs I saw.  They were huge.  Really huge.  I have never seen dogs so big.  And they weren't on leashes, but they were trapped behind big fences.  I was hypnotized just watching them.

 

Where do they grow puppies that big?  Are they dangerous?  I kept as far away as I could.

 



Mom said they were horses.  I never heard of dogs called horses.  But they were really cool.  Maybe if I took some growth hormones, could I get to be as big as they are?  Then I wouldn't have to duck and dodge with Luca.  I could just sit on him.  Hee, hee.  That would be sooooooo much fun! 

It's good to explore your world.  You can find so many fun and exciting things out there.  I hope I can find more fun things like super big dogs called horses. 

Love, G.

Curiouser & Curiouser

Mom had a birthday recently.  (Shall I tell you how old she is?  No, probably not.  Number 1: She probably wouldn't like me squealing, and Number 2:  It probably constitutes digressing and as you know I'm supposed to not do that anymore.)

Anyway, my Grandma sent her a birthday present.  She seemed really pleased with it.  But I had a hard time with it.  You see it was these three little boxes.  What would you do with three little boxes?  I know what I would do with three little boxes.  I would eat them!  That's what I would do!

Apparently that wasn't the right answer, 'cuz Mom shooed me away when I tried to eat them.  She said they were Music Boxes.  Hmmm.  She did something to the back of one of them, and what do ya know?  Music came from it.  

I tried to sing with it.  But Dad told me to quit.  I don't know why.  He can't sing any better than me.  But I did.

What fun is a Music Box if you can't eat it and you can't sing with it?  You tell me.  So I just gave up.  Mom can have her old Birthday present.  I sure don't want it!  Grandma, if you give me a birthday present, can it please be something I can eat?  Thanks.  I would like that.  

Love, G.

What an exciting Labor Day Weekend!

I have to apologize.  I'm very late this week.  But I've had a very, very busy week.  I've just now had a chance to sit down and write this blog.

You're wondering what a puppy dog could be so busy at, I'll bet.  But here's what happened.  Mom and Dad left to go to a wedding in Connecticut.  They even went to see my grandma in Connecticut.  I've never met my grandma in Connecticut.  I hope I get to see her sometime.  Uh, oh, I'm digressing again.  Sorry.

I was busy over Labor Day weekend for a lot of reasons.  First, my Auntie Annie came out to take care of me while the parents were in Connecticut.  I'd never met my Auntie Annie before.  Mom and I wanted her to have a good time here, so we asked my very dear Auntie Debbie to help too.  And she set up a meeting with the Humane Society for Auntie Annie.  You see both of them volunteer for the Humane Society to take care of stray dogs just like me.  Only, Auntie Debbie does it here in St. Louis and Auntie Annie does it in South Carolina.  It's really good of both of them.  But Auntie Debbie took my Auntie Annie to the Humane Society in St. Louis so she could compare it to the one she has in South Carolina.  Then, they did something really really fun.  They took me with them to Happy Hour!

Here we are at WheelHouse for Happy Hour.  I've never been to the Wheelhouse before.  It was really great.  They got something called Hummus and Chips.  I got a bunch of the chips!  I loved it.  No wonder they call it Happy Hour.  I was very, very Happy! 

And Auntie Debbie took really good care of my Auntie Annie.  I liked that.  She's a really good Auntie!





Then it was Auntie Annie and me by ourselves.  She needed some training, it was clear.  My Mom had taken her to my Dog Park, so she knew where it was.  But I had to tell her when we had to go.  Like one day, she got on the phone with Mom.  I wanted to go to the Dog Park.  So I gave her the Evil Eye!

  It took a minute or two, but she finally got the idea.   We NEEDED to go to the Dog Park.  Now!

 

If you have Aunties, you should really be good to them.  'Cuz you know what?  They are really good to you if you are good to them.  I especially like that Auntie Debbie helped my Auntie Annie.  It's nice to know that your Aunties are all out for you!  You can't lose that way!

 

So, from me to you:  Take care of your Aunties.  And they will take care of you.  (And of each other.)

 

Love G.