One Saturday, I was just hanging out minding my own business. It was a decent day and I figured I’d have some fun.
There were some really gorgeous smells in the back garden. I think mummy was cooking a roast and had the kitchen window open.
It was one of those days where you could do some thinking about stuff.
No mummy…I don’t wanna…please, I’m being really, really good…
Despite being very good, mummy decided that daddy needed to give me a bath. They were really mean. And they used this smelly soap that mummy says makes me smell like a yummy bit of herbs. Ick.
After the bath, I got a good roll in the backgarden. After that mummy dried me out with a towel or two. I became all sorts of fluffy.
(Mummy, why are you posting pictures of my bum. I know you want to show off how fluffy I get, but really, did you have to?)
After drying off a bit, daddy came out to play with me. We had a really, really good time.
By the end of the day, I started getting sleepy…
I went and fell asleep on mummy’s lap. I like it when she wears her pajamas as they are soft.
Eventually, though, she had to leave me…and I dreamed about my day…
Filed under: labradoodle
Lately mummy has been quite busy, which is why I haven’t been able to post. She’s in charge of the computer you know. Another reason is that mummy and daddy have been a bit worried about me. I guess it was that day that I growled and snapped at daddy while we were on my couch. Yeah. I was not a good boy that day. I guess mummy and daddy think that I am getting a bit too big for my britches and that they have given me a bit too much attention…so now they are working on toning it down. And I don’t like it. I try EVERYTHING to get their attention. I do my bone dance, I lay my head in their laps and I lick them like mad. But unless they have called me over, they ignore my actions. I’m gonna keep trying…but I think they are hoping that I learn that I’m not the beginning and end of their being. We’ll see…
I’m very lucky. I have three sets of grandparents. One of the sets lives only 1/2 mile from us and I see them at least once a week. They are very nice, though they don’t seem to like my lickies too much.
My other two sets live a long long way away. It’s kinda sad. But this past weekend I got to meet one set. My gamma and pop-pop had a long layover between India and the States and so daddy & mummy picked them up and brought them to the house to meet me.
I was a little bit nervous and barked at them, but they just ignored me so I felt a bit better. I came and sniffed them and…they gave me treats! Wow. They must be nice. Eventually I was coming over and licking their hands and eating lots and lots of yummy bits. And this gammy liked me giving her lots of lickies, even on her face! That made me very happy.
So now I know two sets of grandparents. And I hope someday I get to meet my last set.
Workouts: 4 out of 7 days, included walking, weight lifting, field hockey training.
Starting weight: 168.8lb
Last week’s weight: 167.9
This week’s weight: 166
Amount lost this week: almost 2 pounds!
Amount lost overall: 3 pounds
More again in a week!
Filed under: labradoodle
I can’t believe she did it. Seriously. How? All of a sudden, daddy grabbed me between his legs with my head toward his bum and he pulled up my tail. And then mummy did it. The humiliation. She took my bum hair and cut a bunch of it off. Yes, she cut my bum hair. How dare she?!! She said it was cause I had a lot of bunchy matts and poo was getting stuck on it…but I didn’t care. It was MY hair. So now I have really short bum hair and all the other dogs are going to sniff me there and get poked in the eye with my shorter hair. And then they’ll make fun of me. Sigh. Mummy just doesn’t care about me. Wah!
Filed under: Uncategorized
Yes, that is the word I would use to describe my mummy. For some reason, her school decided that faculty ought to dress up during spirit week and on Thursday, it was animal day, so she dressed up like me. I can’t believe she did that. She embarrassed me. Such a weirdo!
She even had on a collar that was mine. And put on a sign that said, pound puppy. The nerve!
