There's something about that coffeepot/compost pail.

I'm not sure when this happened to me but for the past few months I have been OBSESSED with the coffee maker. I know, sounds crazy doesn't it? But let me just tell you, when I'm right about what happens its just the absolute best thing ever.
Here's what happens. Mama and Daddy do this thing called composting, they throw all their veggies and fruit peels and coffee grounds out in this big bin outside. And what is the most fun ever is running out to the bin before they get there and digging up the dirt on its border. Man, what a blast!
So, sometimes when they get the coffee grounds out they go to the compost bin but not always. How am I supposed to know if they are going or not? So I get really excited as soon as they are anywhere near that coffeepot and I start to get really amped up and sometimes I do my twirl thing and sometimes I do it while trying to go down the stairs and I bang my head on the banister but nothing will stop me! If they don't come downstairs to go out then I bark at them really loud to let them know I'm ready to do some digging!!!!! Sometimes they listen, sometimes they don't.
Whatever. Its awesome to go out there so I'll always have hope they are heading that way.
P.S. Mama tried to get a picture of me twirling and hitting the banister but I move to fast.

My favorite toy!

This is my most favorite toy ever!!!



Daddy pulled this toy out of the toy basket a couple months ago and I love it!!! Turns out it was Nola's from when she was a little bitty puppy and for some crazy reason she didn't love it like I do. It used to jingle but I killed that. Take that!! I love this toy and I actually know what Mama and Daddy mean when they say "go get your toy".

I love my grandparents but...

I love my mama and daddy so much!!! Recently they left Nola and me at our grandparents house forever (a little over a week Mama says). Its fun at their house, they have lots of stuff to bark at, a fun porch door for me to bust open with my head, Grandma's laptime and some extra treats from Rafe if we play our cards right. However, most days when it was close to dinner time we kept thinking Mama or Daddy would come to get us. No such luck.
Just about the time we thought we were going to be with the grandparents forever who should drive up but Mama and Daddy!!! Man oh man, Nola and I were so excited. We both went back and forth taking turns jumping on them and giving them lots of love and attention. I didn't think we'd ever see them again!!!!
Being at the grandparents house did help my sleeping patterns. I sleep good over there and don't feel the need to wake them up so early like I usually do with Mama and Daddy. So far I've been sleeping good at home again too and Mama hopes this continues.
After they brought us home I ran in the yard and did a check of the perimeter and made sure all the trees were secure. I was able to curl up with Mama on the couch and take a nap with her and Nola in the bed. Awesome! This is how Mama leaves me sometimes on the couch when she has to get up for some unknown reason.



I know I get crazy sometimes and a little nuts but there's nothing like my home and my girlfriend Nola and my mama and daddy.

I might be bipolar

So, it seems I have some "issues". Just because sometimes I am the sweetest most loving dog you will ever meet and then sometimes I am mean and cranky and growl doesn't mean I'm crazy.
Here are some of my "issues" according to Mama and Daddy:
First thing in the morning after I've ran outside a couple times I am usually pretty darn cranky. I suck them in by rolling over and acting like I want my belly rubbed but then I growl and snarl and maybe snap a little. I don't see what the problem is. I wake up, run around and then its time for my early morning sleep time. It's kind of like this:

Other times I think I'm going to get beaten and have to hide and am really pathetic and sad. I'm not sure why I do this as neither Mama or Daddy has ever beat me but you never know. This morning in the kitchen Mama bent down to pet me and I ran under the dining room table. However, when she came home at lunch I was SOOOOO excited to see her I couldn't leave her alone and gave her lots of love and kisses.
Another thing I've been doing that really seems to bug them is when its time to go out at night I just sort of stand/sit around. Not sure why, just something about the night, it has some kind of odd effect on me. I used to just go out with my most wonderful girlfriend Nola, follow her around, do my business and come in. Then who knows what happened and I sometimes just sit out there and contemplate life and stuff. If Mama or Daddy come out to get me I get a little nervous, roll over and then I might just pee on them. They don't seem to like that.
What can I say, I had a hard life on the streets, it may have messed up my brain a little.

Today

Today is something called my anniversary. I'm not sure what its all about. Mama keeps singing some song to me with the word anniversary in it over and over and acting silly. Anyway, whatever day it is I feel cruddy. I've had an upset stomach for 2 days now and been throwing up and not sure why. Mama and Daddy have been extra sweet to me trying to make me feel better but mentioned that dreaded word--the vet, if I don't start feeling better.
Today is also my Daddy's birthday. I sure do love him and hope he has a super duper day!!!

I'm back in the crate

Well, my freedom at night didn't last that long. I've been back in the crate now for 3 nights in a row. After 6 days of doing great I just couldn't get it together and had some accidents inside. I've even done this during the day when I've been able to go outside. I don't know what's wrong, sometimes I just have to go and can't figure out how to get outside and go.
And lately I've been getting confused when Nola and I go out at night before bedtime. I don't know why but I just feel the need to sit on the patio or grass and just stare. The stars are nice sometimes so I'm looking at those and just contemplating life and stuff. Then I get really nervous when Mama or Daddy come out to get me and I pee a little. I tell you, it is rough being me sometimes.
Daddy had to leave this morning and Mama had a long talk with me before she went to work about going outside to do my business. I'm going to try hard, I know I'm the man of the house when Daddy's gone. I've got to do my best to take care of my girls.

I'm doing awesome!!!!

So says Mama.
I've continued to have freedom at night and I think I'm starting to understand they don't want me to go to the bathroom in the house. hmmm...maybe that's it, we'll see.
Anyway, I've been good 5 nights in a row and 9 out of 14 times total so hooray for me!!!! Mama seems much happier with me, maybe because she's getting more sleep and Daddy is rocking my world and walking me every night before everyone goes to bed. It is becoming one of my favorite things ever!
One of the best things about staying out of the crate is getting to be closer to my most wonderful girlfriend Nola. I try really hard to snuggle up with her but so far she's still not ready for that. Mama did catch her this morning sitting very close to me though. Baby steps girlfriend, baby steps.