Not Much Today………


 Not much to write about today. Mom and dad worked. Dad came home around 2:30 or so and we walked to the park and then half way around where upon I decided I didn’t wan to go the whole way so I did my best mule imitation and made my dad turn around and then we walked home. He called me stupid and said it was the same distance once we got half way around, but I called him stupid because he doesn’t know that the first half smells better anyway. So then we got home and I crashed inmy usual spot when I am hot after a long walk…right in front of the air conditioning duct.

I used to lie there last year and it would cool almost all of me off. Now it jsut cools my butt. In guess I grew a bit.

 Yup, that is the same duct, I’m just facing the other way. I guess I grew from the legnth of one cabinet to ..oh about two and a half cabinets. Is that a lot?

Anyway I like the A/C duct it’s MY spot!

Later my mom came home and took me to work with her and dad at the other office for the late shift. I met three new kids and a bunch of others outside, we stayed late untill maybe 8:30 or so…but that is people time so divide by 7 and it isn’t so bad.

Life Lesson: Know where to stake out your territory and learn to enjoy your time together.

Daddy’s Home


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I have always loved chewing on my daddys’ arm. I think it is something he taught me when I was young. He would let me chew on it when he wanted to play. No one else let me chew on their arms and I wasn’t allowed to either. Even to this day I only chew on my daddys’ arm. Now I don’t even want to chew on any one else’s arms. I think he suffered a lot of small little needle sharp puppy teeth bites in the name of playing with me.

Back then I would crawl all over him to play, he was like a mountain to climb or a large prey to bring down. He could pick me up and push me around or make me stop whenever he wanted. It was like I was his toy. I really love playing with my dad. He knew just the right games and he taught me so much more than ‘playing”, I think he helped teach me to be a dog. I think he is part dog.

When he goes away to work or out wherever I miss him. I really miss him when he is gone long or when he is gone when normally he should be home, like when he has to work late. However unlike when I was little now when he comes home I can make him play.  Now he has to stay when I want him to, now I can sit on him untill I am sure he won’t leave again, now he is my toy!

I am so happy when he gets home and my pack is all together. I love to lick his face and I still love to bite his arms. I am very carefull because now I can easily fit his whole forearm in my mouth. I can crush it but never would. He’s my dad, he is tough, and I am gentle. I still love holding his arm in my mouth it is our bond and it is how we play.

 

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Life Lesson: Never stop playing