When I was a little girl “puppy” mommy and I had a special ritual. As I grew up mommy didn’t participate in our ritual anymore. She probably thought I didn’t need it. I think she was just tired of running up the stairs, she’s not getting any younger. When my human brother moved away and at the same time my human sister went off to college, mommy and I began our ritual again. I was so sad when the house was left empty of their youth, fun and company that I would have accidents upstairs in the bedroom. I think mommy wanted to help me feel happy again so she began the ritual and it worked.
The ritual stopped again after several months. Now here I am 4 years later. This past year has been quite stressful for me moving to a new house and having to learn new routines and rules. I don’t know why but I had a pee-pee accident upstairs. Mom looked a little disappointed when she got home from work but said that accidents do happen. However, she did not have the same “Oh well” attitude the next day when she came home and found another pee-pee accident. She decided that we needed to start our ritual again. Yay! I bet you want to know what our ritual is. I have kept you in suspense long enough. When mommy gets home from work I love to be there right by the door to show her how excited I am to see her. Then she says “Should we check upstairs?” OMG! My insides or maybe it’s my heart just pound with excitement. I jump and race her up the stairs. She tries to beat me but I always win. Sometimes as I’m squeezing past her between her legs, I get ahead. Mommy can be quite clumsy at times and trips a lot when she is racing me. I jump on the bed and begin to do a rodeo dance while I wait for mommy to stop rubbing her knees and elbows and meet me there. I’m not sure what the rubbing knees is all about but maybe she thinks it’s good luck. As she gets close, a big sunny smile fills the bedroom. With her arms held up in the air, she tells me what a good girl I am. In the middle of my jumping, bucking, and pouncing, I lunge up to give her a hug. I stand on the edge of the bed with both paws on her shoulder kissing her to the moon and back and she returns the hugs and kisses. Sometimes we need to cut the hugs and kisses short because my lunge towards her ends up in a head-butt to her nose. That’s mommy’s Achilles heel. You know what? No more pee-pee accidents! It’s a magic ritual. I hope mommy doesn’t get tired of racing up the stairs, or tripping on the way up, or getting her nose smashed into the back of her brain any time soon. I love our ritual.
My family celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve. Mommy says it’s a tradition in Argentina where my Caco is from. I get to open my presents from Santa before all my woof friends do. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Santa was ahead of schedule, and suddenly one morning there were presents in my stocking. I know because I nose knock it and could hear the crinkling of wrapping paper inside it. Mom hangs 7 stockings up on the fireplace. I have no trouble knowing which one is mine and the second that there is something in it. Call it a gift if you like. Mom calls it “Too smart for my own good”. Needless to say, for two weeks I have been bouncing my stocking with my nose, sitting there guarding it, begging mom for just one early present. She is very strict about Santa’s wishes. Well I got my perseverance from mom so when my Titi would come over, (she can’t say no because she loves me so much), I would drag her to my stocking wincing and whining. From the other side of the house we would hear mom let out a stern “No” and it would ruin my entire act. How do moms do that? She wasn’t even in the same room! I think she has secret mind reading issues. My best present? Big human brother came home for Christmas! I was so surprised and excited to hear his voice as he walked through the door, I almost peed myself (I said, almost). I was so happy he remembered our mind probe bonding moment which I miss so much. This Christmas Eve my human sister brought my feline brother to open his present by the tree. First of all, he wouldn’t even open it. Sis had to open it for him. What’s wrong with him? That’s the best part. Crunching the paper, guessing what might be inside, the sound of paper tearing until the surprise is finally jumps out! I was ecstatically opening my present when suddenly my feline brother wants in on it. “What? Go away! You had your chance!” I just stared him down, but he was persistent and kept coming back to interrupt my joyful unwrapping. Really? Who does that? I think he deserves coal next year. I did not let the Grinch feline get in my way of having a wonderful Christmas Eve with my great family. I played with all of my new toys repeatedly taking turns with them. This always makes my mommy smile and I love my mommy’s smile.
Mommy and Titi took me to a dog park last weekend. We were meeting other humans with their dogs there. We were all excited. This was my first experience at a dog-park. When we arrived there were two fenced in areas of the park with signs. One side was for small dogs, under 30 pounds. We went to the other side because I weigh 55 pounds. If you ask me they should have three parks because some of those big dogs were BIG! We were greeted at the gate by the hostess dog. We said our hello’s and I was off to greet all the humans standing around chatting. Mommy kept telling me to go play. I was trying but no human seem to want to play. I turned around and saw mommy and Titi had walked away, too far for my comfort so I pranced over to them. I made sure to stay close to them after that. A few dogs came over to say hello but they had a funny way of doing it. Maybe they’re what humans refer to as brown-nosers. I didn’t like that and kept my little stubby tail down as tight as I could. There was a mommy that kept playing with her dog in a funny way. She would start running to chase him yelling “NO HUMP, NO HUMP”. I guess his name was No Hump. He didn’t seem to want to play with his mommy. He was too busy trying to dance with the other dogs. I suppose that’s how dog dance. I never tried it that way. Mommy and I dance facing each other holding hands. Titi wanted me to play so she threw my ball. I started to chase it but out of the corner of my eye I saw a BIG dog going for it. I gave up the chase and then was entertained watching mommy and Titi chasing the BIG dog with the ball. Suddenly, three other BIG dogs come after me. I ran, they ran, I ran faster, they ran faster, I ran around people and trees trying to lose them. They were in cahoots with each other and split off trying to cut me off. Mommy saw this and with a worried look called me over to her. I saw my chance and flew over to her as fast as my legs would move. She stood over me and protected me between her legs as she waved the Big dogs away. They knew mommy meant business so they backed away. We decided to leave the ball behind and head out. The car ride home was pleasantly quiet and but smelly. Mommy asked Titi if I was releasing smelling puffs of air. Titi said yes because those dogs scared the **** out of me. I think she was blaming me for her puffs of air when all of a sudden Titi starts freaking! She looked down and found dog poo smeared all over her shoes and the bottom of her pants. A perfect ending to our first dog-park experience.
Mommy and Titi took me on a great hike with other dogs hiking! I met other friendly woofs. Mommy and Titi also met lots of fun humans. The car ride was a little long. I kept asking if we were there yet? Mommy and Titi misunderstood my whining and pulled the car over and let me out to poo. What? “No! I want to get there already! Why are we stopping?” We finally got there but we missed the group because it was farther than we thought and somebody thought I had to poo (not pointing any fingers but it was actually not my fault). It was a beautiful day so I was happy that mommy decided to do the hike on our own anyhow. Five minutes into the hike at Chickies Overlook we ran into a group of people with other woofs. Good luck was on our side. This was our group so we joined them. I was so excited! I went up to each and every woof (Sammy, Jazzy, and Peanut) and greeted them personally. They were as excited as I was and friendly too. Mommy let me off the leash because she knows how much I love to run up and back the trail. However, every time I would run back to the group, Peanut (the smallest woof there) would growl and snap at me. I’m not sure if he wanted to play or just being, actually not sure what he was being. I think he just wanted to play. We had a wonderful day hiking with great humans and their woofs. I hope we go again soon!
This is the trail we hiked.
The car ride up. See my smile? Do I look like I have to poo?
There is Peanut!
We saw people climbing up the side of the mountain. I guess they didn’t realize that the trail would get them back to the car.
It’s been two months since I moved to my new home. Yes, it now feels like home. The first night, neither mommy nor I got very much sleep. I kept sitting up in bed from the strange noises I would hear. Mommy would reach over, put her arm around me and tell me it was okay and I would cuddle up against her again. She took off work the next day to stay with me so that she could help me feel comfortable in the new house and we started our routine. The backyard is like a huge forest. I used to dream of places like these but I still didn’t venture too far away from mommy. Suddenly, between the plants out of the corner of my eye, I see a little bald man sitting on the floor just smiling at me. Yikes! Thank goodness for my long agile legs that jumped moving me away from the stone creature. Mommy busted out laughing. Why wasn’t mommy running away? I was puzzled, she didn’t seem afraid of this smiling little bald man hiding in our plants. I circled around the tree to sneak up from behind but as soon as I got close enough to smell him I swear he move. Yup, my legs went into automatic jump mode again. This went on for 20 minutes as mommy sat happily being entertained. I could pick up on mommy’s vibes that she likes the little man so little man and I became friends too. Mommy continues to work on the house as it’s still not finished. It’s so much better now because she’s home while she’s working and we’re together. I know it is lots of work but I’m glad mommy got the house. When she watches me run around free and happy in the yard, she knows that she made the right choice.
Mommy has been telling me that we were going to move to a different house. I really didn’t know what she was talking about. All I knew that mommy had not been around for months. She would rush home from work and run in to let me out. We would play ball for a few minutes and then she would sit on the deck with me as she had a quick cup of coffee explaining that she was fixing up a house that had a big yard I would love. I could see that she was sad to leave me alone so much. But more than that, I could see, how tired and sore she would be when she would get home late at night. She would be too tired to eat or change at times but never ever too tired to give me a goodnight hug and tummy rub. I could sense that me laying my head on her back or shoulder made her feel better because she knew that I still loved her no matter what.
After 6 months of mommy working on this house and 3 months of her working on Titi’s house prior to that (9 months total) we moved to this different house. I was nervous and a little scared. There was a lot going on all at the same time. Mom stayed up the whole night putting all of our stuff in boxes and building real tall towers in the living room and dining room with them. I stayed up with her and followed her around with tennis ball I found. I would drop it right in front of her or in the box she was working in until it would make her laugh and she would throw the ball for me, she’s a great mom.
Then mom went out and brought home one of those noise big monster trucks that I hate but love to bark at. Why would she bring that monster home? I think since there was so much going on, I must have been in shock or going through major anxiety and forgot to bark all day. We had people in and out of the house all day taking stuff in and out. Cars coming and going. I even got to ride in the monster truck with mommy and I was just fine, it didn’t eat me or anything. I was nervous in the new house and thought we were there temporarily. I was waiting to go back home. I kept pacing and didn’t sleep much the first night because of all the strange noises. By the end of the second day, I was exhausted. I finally crawled up on my familiar couch and slept like a baby. I was happy to see mommy go up to bed early that night. I cuddled with her and finally started feeling a little more at home. That night I slept like a baby.
Mommy went away on vacation. She was gone a very long time. She said she was going for one week. What she doesn’t realize is that one human week is equal to 7.6 weeks in dog time. I really missed mommy. I stayed home is human sister and my feline brother. My sister took really good care of me except that she didn’t pick up my poo like mommy does. There is a poo graveyard in the front yard that I have to tiptoe around each time I have to go. It’s real gross. I wonder if she doesn’t flush the toilet each time she goes, ewe! My brother pretended he was the king of the room. I would get a little lonely and go visit my sister in her room and brother cat would follow me around real close trying to intimidate me. He doesn’t have to try too hard. He freaks me out. He likes to bite my ears or my skinny legs. He’s like a hairy ninja coming out of nowhere. I was so happy to hear mommy’s car pull up last night. I danced around the house with as many of my stuffed toy friends that I can fit into my mouth. Although mommy was tired of traveling all day, she still took time to play, kiss and cuddle me. I love my mommy. Mommy said I am going to have to be patient with the poo graveyard due to they all froze into the ice covering the grass. So now wehave lots of poopsicles until spring. Mommy, welcome home!
Okay, the snow was fun at first. I don’t know about you, but I am getting very tired of the cold. More snow? They are calling for over 12” starting tomorrow. It is bad enough my green carpet to pee on is gone. The last storm was frozen rain. All the snow is now covered by a nice layer of ice. Try pooping while your legs are all sliding in opposite directions. Trying to find the right spot is awful. I try to be careful as I search for that perfect spot, sliding and sinking looking like a klutz. I feel sorry for my step brother, Baxter. He only poos on the curb. He walks up and down the sidewalk wondering where his curb went. When he finds a little spec of curb, he continuously is sliding off as he
tries to do his business. The other day, as I searched for my green carpet, suddenly I felt like something had taken a bite out of my front feetsies. I got scared wondering what kind of ice monster could be under all that white stuff. I stood up on my hind legs in the middle of the field and whined for mommy to come save me. Mommy, who has already fallen three times on the mean ice, hurried over to me thinking that I had sprained my leg. I stood straight up not wanting to put my front feetsies down. They hurt so bad. Mommy checked my legs and feet and couldn’t find anything. She said it was the cold and checked between my toes for ice. No ice there. She put my feetsies between her hands and rubbed them better. I was still afraid of the ice monster and wouldn’t put my legs down. Mommy picked me up the best she could and carried me to the sidewalk. There she said I needed to walk the rest of the way. Still standing straight up I looked into her eyes and winced, “No, it’s going to hurt”. Mommy pleaded, “Simba, honey, you’re too big. I can’t carry you all the way home. Please try.” So I put my legs down and limped home. Once we got home, mommy sat on the floor and blew her warm magic breath on my feetsies. They were all better. And now, augh! More snow. I think I’ll stay in bed.
Yesterday morning, I went running out of the house for my morning run. I stopped on the edge of the driveway waiting for mommy to say it’s okay to cross. She looks one way, and so do I wondering what she is looking at, and then she looks the other way. I think she may be looking for those big metal boxes that roll by real fast. I don’t understand why she would need to look instead of just using her ears to listen for them. She blurted “Okay, sl…”. Before she could get her second word out, I took one huge leap onto the road. As I heard her second word in slow motion “Slooowwwlyyy!”, it was too late. The mean ice on the road pushed me off my feet, hit me hard on my rump and held me down as it dragged me to the other side of the road. Mom screeched as she awkwardly rushed to me because the mean ice was trying to push her down too. I felt like a turtle on its back as I tried to get the ice to let go and let me up. Mommy came over with a worried looked on her face. I guess she doesn’t like the mean ice either. She rubbed my rump, checked me all over and then let me go off to play in the snow. I like the snow much better. It’s soft, it tasted yummy and is not a bully.