Friday, May 27, 2011

I'm in Big Trouble Now

I'm not allowed on the furniture anymore.
As a free roaming house dog, I've been able to go all over the house since my adoption. Mommy and master have had little restrictions with me, and I've been able to snooze on the couch, on their bed, in the guest bedroom's bed, just about anywhere. Last night this freedom came to an end.

I have various beds throughout the house, and I used these when we have company over, or when I want to protect my toys and treats from anyone. Now, it seems that based on last night's events, I'm going to have to rest on my dog beds and just there, whenever any humans are at home. This includes mommy and master.

Mommy has been sick for the past few days, so I've been keeping her company on the couch, but last night I was under the blanket and mommy wanted to stretch. Since I was in the way, mommy tried to move me by pushing me slowly with her forearm. I didn't like this. Maybe I was scared. Maybe I was being territorial. Maybe I'm just crazy. I started to growl and then out of nowhere I started barking and biting.

Mommy says that fortunately for her I was only grabbing on to the blanket since I was under it and she was not. I know she was scared. I heard her scream and then she got really mad.

Next thing I knew, the blanket was off of me and both mommy and master were commanding me to get off the couch and onto my dog bed.

After this, I heard them talk about me. They said I wasn't allowed on the furniture anymore. Not as long as people are on the furniture.

A few hours later we all went to bed. I usually cuddle with them in the bed for a few minutes, but this time this didn't happened. Every time I jumped on the bed I was told to get off.

I stared at them with my sad puppy eyes, but that trick didn't work. I was never invited up the bed.

Is mommy really mad at me? She fed me breakfast this morning and took me on a long walk as usual. We even chase one another around the house this morning and we were having so much fun. She pet me and kissed me and called me sweet names, but once she sat on the couch I was not allowed to come up.

I don't know if this is how is going to be from now on, but if it is, let me just say this sucks! I'm still sad, and I'm very sorry for the way I reacted. I wish things could go back to the way they used to be and I'm allowed on the furniture again.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Rainy Days

I'm not going out in this rain.
When it rains it pours. That is so true.

I don't like it when it rains because I refuse to go outside and do what I need to do. Would you like to do your thing while you are getting drenched in cold water? I'm sure you won't like this, so why should I, a dog, be forced to go outside when the weather is ugly?

I woke up this morning and this bad storm is going on. Last time I went was around 11 p.m. last night. Right now it is 10 a.m. and I'm still holding it. I'm going to hold it until the rain goes away.

Having had breakfast is not helping at me right now, but I'm just going to stay on the couch and wait for the rain to go away before I go outside.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Toys Toys and More Toys

Obi and his toys.

My grandma says I'm a spoiled dog. I think that she says this because I have 3 beds, 3 different leashes, a carpet where I eat on and lots of toys. Isn't this how every dog lives?

When it comes to toys I need a variety of them. It would be boring to play with the same toy every day. I know I don't like sharing my toys with anyone, especially any other dog, but if you ask me nicely I might let you play with some of them.

Mommy says I'm weird. From all the toys I have, my favorite is this old sock my master doesn't use anymore. I've named this one Mr. Socky.

Every time I see mommy slip on Mr. Socky on her hand I go crazy. I howl, bark and jump around her. All I want to do is get to Mr. Socky. I know mommy's hand is under Mr. Socky so I'm very careful of not biting her hard.

Obi plays with Mr. Socky.
Mr. Socky pushes me around, tries to put me under a headlock and even tries to get my paws. I move faster than Mr. Socky. I'm able to wiggle my way out of the headlock and avoid having my paws trapped by him.

This game gets me so worked up and tired, that after 10 minutes I have to rest and drink lots of water. If I could I would play with Mr. Socky all day long, but if I get tired, I'm sure Mr. Socky does as well.

Do you have a favorite toy?

Monday, May 2, 2011

Today I Turn 2-years old, or 14 if You Count in Dog Years

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday dear Obi! Happy birthday to me!

Yes, it is true. I'm a year older now. If I was a human baby I would be entering the terrible twos, but since I'm a dog and in dog years I would be turning 14, I should be a tamed dog from now on.

I have been to previous dog birthday parties and I've had dog cake and ice cream. I've also seen some friends open gifts. However, for my birthday I wanted an intimate affair.  I told mommy and master that we should just stay in and celebrate as a family.

I was surprised that my front-door neighbor, Zinc (a huge boxer), send me a gift bag. I thought he didn't like me. Every time I see him, I bark at him like there is no tomorrow. I pull on my leash, I growl and if I could, I would chase him to end of the block until I get a piece of him.

The first time we met he slapped me with his big paw and since that day I've never been able to have a dog conversation with him. It was nice of him to send me a gift bag. I got treats, a frog, a rope and a ball. I hope we can be friends from now on.

Mommy got me doggy ice cream, it was peanut butter flavor. I wanted to eat the entire piece but mommy said it was too much for me and she just let me eat half the piece she served me.

I know there's some more ice cream in the freezer. If I remain a good dog, I might get some more ice cream later.
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