I Don’t Want To Hold Your Hand!

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Now that I am 14 months old, my dad wanted to see how big my paws are. He wanted to hold my hand, but I am a big dog now and I didn’t want to hold hands…………So we fought it out. Ok, We play fought. I won…but in the end I let him hold my hand, …’cause he’s my daddy.

Who’s your daddy? He’s my daddy!

…and my daddy’s hands are getting smaller. It’s like “slap me 5″…’cept I only have 4.

Life Lesson: Hold someones hand, it will make you and them feel better.

Visitors From Another Planet

 Ok, first of all, sorry Gina with a capital SORRY! I didn’t mean to imply that you are from another planet. It is just that I needed a snappy title to catch peoples attention so they read my blog.

This is a nice picture, no? I look like a big dog in this picture, no? I was so happy beacuse I had a visitor the whole week. We had fun. An extra person to play with, what is not to like, eh? (oops my Canadian accent started to show through).

More importantly, another human to train. The more humans I can train to serve me in the manner I would like to be served the better. It is part of my plan for world domination. My head is bigger than yours so I must have a bigger brain, kinda’ like “Mega Mind”.

All I need now are opposable thumbs!

 You see, she is already starting to pamper me. I send out thought waves that I would like my ears rubbed and she starts to respond and rubbs my ears.

 Here I absorb all of the attention I can get and play very nonchalant about it.  She thinks she had so much and all of the time she was just responding to my brain waves and subtle gestures inducing her to please me.   HA! My plan is fool proof!

Life Lesson: People will be glad to please you if you just let them.