The lady tried a new strategy today. She opened the door and said, "Outside." When I collapsed on the floor, she just stood over me saying, 'outside' over and over until I nearly lost my mind. I ran to another room to get away from that annoying word, but she followed me from room to room saying THAT WORD over and over. You know what? Outside started to look really good and I was excited to go through that door and get away from her and that word. She did this to me two times and now, I am sooooooo happy to go outside whens she first tells me to. I actually feel like I'm growing up. Picture that, me making choices on what what she wants and not on what I want. I know. I'm not quite the "perfect" dog Shasta is, but I am smart and learning fast.
When the lady sits on the floor, Shasta sits on one side of her and I sit on the other side. I know I had two walks today and played at the park twice, but I wanted to wrestle. Snarky Shasta just growled at me. The lady played with me, but she always wants to stop before I do. So, I decided to chew on her arm. I didn't nibble hard, but she said something like, "I'm not a chew toy." and then she grabbed her keys and told Shasta and me to come.
Hey, hey. CAR RIDE. I am really starting to like car rides and Shasta and I fight to see who can get in the car first. She usually wins because I want to sit up front and the lady always opens only the back door. We drove to a big store and we watched her go in. Lots of other people came and left, then finally I saw the lady and we drove home. I still can't bring myself to hang my head out the window. Shasta obviously hasn't seen Semi trucks play chicken before, so she loves feeling the wind in her face as she blinks bugs out of her eyes. No thank you for me.
Ha, the lady bought me a most delicious tasting bone. I chewed it for hours and it was much more fun than chewing on the lady's arm.
No body can sprawl on the floor like I do. The lady's husband shot this picture of me and you can see my form and style. Impressive, huh?
Last night I slept in the house. The lady was up late watching a movie (I only attacked the screen once, but hey, there was a dog barking on there and that needed to be addressed) After it ended, she sent me outside and said, "Potty." I'm not exactly sure what that meant, but it was late and the smell of the night air and the grass just kind of got things moving. You would have thought Christmas came early by how excited the lady was with me watering her bushes. Happy to oblige, ma'am.
The best part was when she took me upstairs and showed me my most favorite bed. YES!!!! If it wasn't for the strange noises coming from the other side of the tall flat surface, I would have gone straight to bed, but I had to investigate. I walked slowing around this tall thing. There was movement and then more noises. The lady kept pointing to my bed and whispering "bed", but the sounds were so interesting. I had to know more. I walked over there again, sat down, then I put my nose up on it. Hmm. I know that smell, but not that sound. Now I could go to bed. I don't know why she leashed me so close to her sleeping place and my bed. It's not like I was going anywhere. I slept like a puppy and didn't move all night. It wasn't quite light out when the man woke up and wanted to take me out. I was still sleepy, but the lady unleashed me, and told me to go. I did slurp her face once before I ran out the door. Score one for me!
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