Taking it easy

We haven't done too much this weekend, just a couple of walks. I met a nice person on one walk, but I was not allowed to jump up on him. That's too bad, I think we might have been friends. I have a little extra energy, so I'm using it up by teasing Mikey.


Teasing an old dog is good clean fun. 

Don't bug me when my show's on

This morning I was watching my favorite movie of all time, "Winged Migration". It's so amazing. I've seen it about 10 times. Mom bought me a copy on DVD. Here I am watching my show:

Watching "Winged Migration" and daydreaming of nice fat birds..... 

But mom suddenly gets this idea to go for a walk. I'm all for walks, but when the movie ends, okay? So I decided to go and hide for a minute, figuring she'd forget about me and I could watch my show in peace and quiet. What do you think of my hiding place?

She'll never see me here! 

The new toy

I got a new toy tonight. It's very nice. It has a pocket to hold food. Mom holds it, and if I watch her very carefully and stay in heel position, I get to get it, play tug with it, and then I get food.

Actually I'd rather just skip to that last part.

Here what it looks like:

My new toy 

ATTEN-SHUN!

Well last night it got a little ugly.

We were at our obedience lesson. I've almost got that thing about watching mom all the time. Still if there's something more interesting to see, a guy's gotta look, right?

Well, last night mom learned from our teacher that she shouldn't ask me to watch. It's my job to watch if I'm in heel or sitting in front of her. Whatever happened to free will?

Also, I have to learn to sit straight. I like to slouch over on one hip, it's a lot more comfy. And that way, if I'm on a long sit-stay, I can just lay down.....

Our homework is to practice sitting up on my toes, near a curb or wall. Heeling one or two steps, always to the left (the easy side), with utter devotion and attention and no thoughts of anything else. And last, targeting to a toy holding food. That's gonna be my favorite.

On the road again

I'm writing to you today from the car.

It's a pretty nice car, actually. Mike and I have crates with cushy pillows and little pails of water. We've been sitting here waiting for mom, who's at work. She comes out every so often and checks on us and takes us to the PARK.

I really like the park. A park is like the back yard but much bigger. Sometimes there are squirrels that need to be removed so it pays to be vigilant.

Mike prefers to sit in the car as his arthritis has been bothering him lately. He spends his time mushing the soft pillow mom got him into a teensy tiny little bundle in the corner of the crate, then he dumps his bucket of water on it so it makes a nice mushy mess.