When I gotta wee, I go and lik mummy on the hand, if she is sitting on the couch. Daddy doesn’t always get it if i do it to him, but mummy does. So, last night my tummy wasn’t feeling well (I had thowed up earlier in the day) and I went and licked mummy’s face. She looked at the clock, said it was 3am and turned around. I don’t know why she didn’t get it. I really had to go. So I left. I try to hold it when I can’t go out and I’m really good at this. But finally I just couldn’t deal with it any longer. So I barked and barked. Something was going to come out whether I liked it or not. Mummy came down, cursing a bit under her breath. She told me she was a bit nervous as I was hovering around the back door. Did it mean someone was trying to break in? No, mummy, i just wanna go out. She let me out and I went immediately to the back and poo’d. It was not a nice poo. It was icky. Yuck. Mummy didn’t seem too happy about it either, though she did tell me I had been a good boy for letting her know I had the squirts.
I’m dealing with this still in the morning. Sigh. I went for a walkie with mum and when we got back I went to the back door again. I couldn’t help it. I had to go. Icky again. Mummy said that she’ll hang out with me for a while this morning just in case I have to go again before my dog walker comes. She has to go into work for a few things, but she can miss the morning. She lurves me lots. I think I’ll go have a lie down now. I don’t have much energy. Bye.
Filed under: labradoodle, pictures | Tags: barking, Barney, bbq, labradoodle, picture
Hi. I know. It’s been a while. Mummy has been busy lately and hasn’t wanted to type for me. But I begged and begged her to do it. I got powers ya know. For reals.
I’ve been busy too. I go on three walks a day. Three. And when I’m not sleeping, I go and sniff stuff, play with my mummy’s socks (nom, nom) and lick the daddy’s computer. On weekends, I even get to sleep in and cuddle with the mummy and daddy. I lurve it.
Last weekend, mummy and daddy invited some people to the house for a bbq. I was a bit nervous at first, and I have to admit that I barked at ‘em, but eventually they started giving me food and that made me a bit more relaxed, cause I knew they had to be good people. And even better, they sat down on the lawn so I could look at them face to face…that always makes me feel better. I even let a few of the hoomons pet me. It was okay. I slept really hard that night. It’s very exhausting looking out for mummy and daddy.
I’m also quite proud right now. There’s a HOOG picture of me hanging in our living room over my couch. Mummy asked me to sit and pose one day for a portrait. She said I looked so hansom. I don’t know what that means but she was smiling so I think it’s a good thing. Here’s a picture of me sitting on the couach under my picture…cool. Do you think I’m hansum?
