Hi. Long time, huh? My person said I should check-in, so here I am, all 150 lbs of me. For some reason she thought I should have a bath. She said I smelled. I don’t know how that is possible, I spend my days playing in sprinklers, my pool and my neighbor sprays me with a hose whenever we walk by his house. I like him a lot. I think she’s been working too hard, it’s affecting her judgement.
This is my new favorite thing. My person calls it a monkey. We came home from the store and there was a box on the floor and when I opened it, there was my Monkey. I love it. It is soft on the outside and great to chew on, like a bone. I take it everywhere and even sleep with it.
(TaMara’s note: It’s a rope covered in fur. I snuck it into the house and taped it up into an empty box – I keep a few around just for this purpose. He hasn’t let it out of his sight since. He learned its name very quickly – usually it takes a week or two to teach him the name of a toy)
You can’t have my Monkey. Ever. Lots been going on here. It getting cooler so I get to go a lot more places. We go to a lot of houses, shopping and visiting friends. I spend a lot of time in the car, but there is always an adventure when I get out of it.
We have a new friend next door. He’s tiny like my sisters were and he smells like me, looks like me and I’m not sure I like him. Mostly because my person makes all these weird coo-ing and smootchy sounds around him. Can you imagine?
(TaMara’s note: My neighbors brought home a blue harlequin puppy – like Bixby he’s part European and very good looking. Of course I was coo-ing over him. It’s hard to remember Bixby was ever that small. And yes, he did not seem amused by the entire interaction. I sneak over once a day without him to spend time with the cutie-pie. There is much sniffing and stink-eye when I return.)
Today on our walk we had a crazy experience. My person always says, “no squirrels” when I try to chase them off. They are evil, you know. But she won’t let me dispatch them for her. Today, this nasty little miscreant ran right at us and went between my legs. (Evil, right?!) And STILL my person wouldn’t let me go after him.
(TaMara’s note: It was pretty creepy. He was on the sidewalk and I assumed he’d dash off when we got close enough, but no, he waited until we were right on him and then dashed for the tree, which was on the other side of Bixby. I thought he was going to run up my leg. As it was, Bixby almost ripped my arm off after he got over his shock. He’s right, they’re evil.)
Tonight I was walking around the house, minding my own business when this stupid fly buzzed me. I wasn’t having any of that, so I was determined to get it. I never caught him, but did manage to chase him out of the house. You’d think I’d get a lot of praise for this, but nope, just a lot of head shaking.
(TaMara’s note: Think bull in a china shop and you’ll get the idea of what went on.)
That’s it for me, my dinner is waiting and … …
He’s happily eating away. I’ve moved him up to Large Breed Young Adult food, and he was getting six cups, but he’s back up to eight because he seemed to still be hungry. And when I put him in the bathtub, I could see why. He has grown again and barely fits in the tub. We go to the vet soon for check up and shots, so I’ll weigh him again, then.
The was a dearth of photos this week, it becomes more and more difficult to get him still enough. I suppose I should just get the video camera out.
He is an awesome, smart and kind dog. I’m very lucky. – TaMara