Hah! I’m FAMOUS! All famous people are immortalized in drawings and I AM ONE OF THEM! Thanks to a little girlie named Carol who so kindly sketched a picture of me as a Christmas present! How awesome is this!! Carol’s only 12 but she’s going to be a great artist one day, I can tell! This sketch of me is going to be worth tons! THANKS CAROL! I heart you!
Check me out in all my graphite glory.
I’m Santa’s little helper this year (No thanks to Mother. She should have listened to Father who said the ears were a waste of money, but noooo.. “it’s so cute! He’ll look adorable in it!” Boo.) Don’t leave your milk and cookies out for Santa coz I’mma gonna get them! Nom nom nom..
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Today Mother took clicker training to new heights. She’d inadvertently locked herself and me out of the house (again mind you) this morning when we got back after swimming. Sadly for her she couldn’t fit through the grills (I’d told her to go on a diet, but no, the Christmas goodies were too hard for her to resist), but I could run into the house and rub my face all over the couch while she stood there thinking what the heck to do.
There is a key inside the house which she’d tried to grab but this time she’d knocked it too far for her to reach. “ARRRGGGHH!!!! *censored* How am I going to get into the house!?!?” she screamed.
What then did Mother do?
What every clicker trainer with a dog in the house might do. She clicker trained her way to the key!
..site, the day before the USDAA trials. Heehee.
Look what I (did not) participate in!
Whee! What a great week! Many interesting events. Let me give you a run down.
Over the weekend, my pals Ruthie, Reyla, Enzo & Wally celebrated their first birthday at K9 Kulture! We had a fabulous time of course. Me especially so! I was like a moth to Ruthie’s flame. Mother kept slapping her hand to her forehead when I chased her down and tried to show her my moves. She mumbled something about it being a good thing Ruthie wore some pants but not that I knew how to do it anyway. It? What’s It?
Here are pictures from that day!
Mother decided to buy a whole duck from the market on Sunday. She got a big bag of hearts, livers and gizzards from 8 ducks for free! She says she’s so going back to this butcher. Instead of having to pay for
livers and other “spare parts”, she can get it for free! Here was my dinner that night. Not for the faint hearted. I’ve decided I don’t like duck as much as other meats tho’. It doesn’t seem to have any smell!
Mother told me that after she had chopped off the duck’s head, neck and a wing, it quacked. She and Auntie M, our helper stopped and Auntie M asked “Did you hear that?” And Mother was like.. “YEA! FREAKY!” So apparently this duck’s soul is still flying around. Either that or Mother has gone a little quacky!
Mother and Father took half the day off on Monday to run some errands then took me to the Botanical Gardens! I prefer the place when it’s not so crowded. We usually go on a
Sunday when there are alot of people and dogs all around! Mother put my on a long leash and let me run around. I showed her tho’! I followed wherever she went and listened to her directions and she rewarded me by running through the fields! I love running! I don’t think Mother does tho’. She says she’s allergic to running – her thighs itch and all that.
All in a day’s work.
These were actually taken by Mother over a few days (usually not weekends because if I’m tired and sleeping, she’d be exhausted and sleeping right next to me too!). As you can see, my favourite hobby is sleeping! I wish she’d leave me alone and stop taking pictures of me drooling! I suppose I should be thankful she didn’t make me put up the ones with my legs in the air!
This is my blue steel look:
Over the weekend Mother dragged me for a photoshoot in support of Charmaine a little 4 year old girl who has cancer and who is trying to raise money to pay for medical treatments that will increase her chances of living from 10-20% to 35-45%. I hope I get to meet her one day! She’s such a strong and brave kid.
Can I just say it isn’t easy being a model? I was totally freaking out on the table – I wasn’t used to standing on a weird table in a weird place. It took a barking photographer (he barks very realistically) and squeaky toys and treats to get the pictures you see here. It’s not that I don’t know my sit-stays and down-stays. It’s just that I need more time people! I need time to get my BLUE STEEL look!
Here are more pictures from that day. We, Mother, Father & I, took one together too.
Before I was a dog Mom:
I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfurred clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone,
even if the doorbell rang.
Teehee. She can forget about a new rug too – I love digging at that as well!
Mother has put a page up containing photos of me through the ages (some are pretty darn embarassing). She says I’ve grown ALOT and that it’s amazing I was this small fat furball just a year ago. I’m not sure if there’s a compliment in there somewhere.
You can find the link to the photos on the right side of the website or here (because I know you’re lazy!)
