Hey I'm back. I have been grumbling at mom to get online to dictate another blog, but she has been swamped with too much other stuff. I'll bet you don't think I really talk to her, but that would be untrue, I talk all the time. Most people laugh at me when I do talk. Mom has tried to get a video with sound just to put it on here for everyone to hear me talk. I go to work with mom several days a week and I grumble whenever someone insists on me laying down...I moan and whimper when I want someone to let me go outside...I quite often will exchange a very light high pitched growl back and forth with my mom whenever I want something....she of couse can't always understand me but I am telling you I carry on a conversation with humans all the time.
I am now 11 months old...can you believe it? Neither can mom...she often says how can you be nearly a year old?? Look at me......
I am still learning and mom is still trying to teach me to be "the best little dog in the world". Sometimes mom beams at me and is so proud of me....and other times...NOT SO MUCH. I try to be good...I REALLY do, but OMG it is not easy. There is soooo many things to distract me. Other dogs walk by outside...I ask you how can I just let that happen without growling, barking? Humans walk into our office...how can I not protect MY humans? They all tell me to stop and 'no bark', but they just don't understand the danger. I hear my best friend, Misty outside the office...how can I just sit here and not make a big fuss to go outside...it's just silly what these people expect from me. I'm a dog for goodness sake...nooo I am a PUPPY still. I need activity with a capital A...I need walks...I need play with other dogs. I have interests, everyday at least 10 times a day I need to go outside, and hey MOM, you could use a little exercise too....ok, ok, I know I shouldn't be the one to say that...but you know you said when you adopted me, you were happy you would have a reason to take walks with me....soooooo, when are we starting a routine???
Speaking of Mom trying to make me "the best little dog"...when we are at work and I am having issues doing what I am told, Mom puts me in 'the playpen' blocks off all the area behind her desk, and I'm not allowed to run (that's part of my issue...lol) freely thru the office. When she has me back there, I am usually looking out under the desk, but all that can fit out is my head. So, everyone calls me "Dog Head".
