One giant leap for dog kind...that's what they say, right? I mean, that Meal Arm Long guy, he knows what he's talking about!
I have been home for 3 1/2 days. I think I'm fitting in really well! The hardest part about being the new girl is the accent! I mean, c'mon y'all. What is all this "cah", "rud", "fahm" stuff?! Here's a good zample of this: Mommy has been telling me to go "pawty" outside. Well, every dog knows what that means--there's a pawty coming up! So every time we'd go out on that leash (that's a whole nother blog!) I'd get x'cited for a pawty. Well, come to find out, she wasn't saying "pawty" (well, I still think she was), she was trying to say "pot-tea". I'm not sure what your pawents call it, but my foster mom called it "pot-tea" and I knew what it meant.
This whole "pawty" thing is just plain fuzzen!
Here I am thinking "C'mon mom, I'm in my jacket, I'm out in this cold,
where is the pawty!!"
After the first coupla times of not getting a pawty, I realized what she was trying to get me to do. Once I did it, she clapped and danced and gave me a treat. She also talked in this high voice....I liked the treat part! So, now I go pot-tea outside in the grass. Before, I was holding it all ins. I only made one poppy mistake my first night home. The rest, I just helds in. But, the vet said my blad-ah (what's that every dog?) wasn't too full, so my mommy felt better. The vet also said some doggies don't go poopy as much as Sidka--and darn...that boy goes poopy a whollllee lot!
Oh, I almost forgot! I went to the vets yesterday and I met Dr. Penny Bennington and some other nice girls. It was a regular ol' girls day in! She did my nails and she combed my hairs. But then, she got all weirds on me and she pinched my back a little, man that hurt.
Then, she tried looking into my brain through my ears--with a flashlight. I thought vets were smart--why was she trying to light up my brains?! There's a picture of mommy looking up flash lights, brains and vets on google. I couldn't make much sense of it, so I felled asleep on her shoulders.
Mommy says I'm making real "progdress". I'm not sure what that means. But, dresses reminds me of pawties and pawties reminds me I gotta gooo!!!!
I have been home for 3 1/2 days. I think I'm fitting in really well! The hardest part about being the new girl is the accent! I mean, c'mon y'all. What is all this "cah", "rud", "fahm" stuff?! Here's a good zample of this: Mommy has been telling me to go "pawty" outside. Well, every dog knows what that means--there's a pawty coming up! So every time we'd go out on that leash (that's a whole nother blog!) I'd get x'cited for a pawty. Well, come to find out, she wasn't saying "pawty" (well, I still think she was), she was trying to say "pot-tea". I'm not sure what your pawents call it, but my foster mom called it "pot-tea" and I knew what it meant.
This whole "pawty" thing is just plain fuzzen!
Here I am thinking "C'mon mom, I'm in my jacket, I'm out in this cold,where is the pawty!!"
After the first coupla times of not getting a pawty, I realized what she was trying to get me to do. Once I did it, she clapped and danced and gave me a treat. She also talked in this high voice....I liked the treat part! So, now I go pot-tea outside in the grass. Before, I was holding it all ins. I only made one poppy mistake my first night home. The rest, I just helds in. But, the vet said my blad-ah (what's that every dog?) wasn't too full, so my mommy felt better. The vet also said some doggies don't go poopy as much as Sidka--and darn...that boy goes poopy a whollllee lot!
Oh, I almost forgot! I went to the vets yesterday and I met Dr. Penny Bennington and some other nice girls. It was a regular ol' girls day in! She did my nails and she combed my hairs. But then, she got all weirds on me and she pinched my back a little, man that hurt.
Then, she tried looking into my brain through my ears--with a flashlight. I thought vets were smart--why was she trying to light up my brains?! There's a picture of mommy looking up flash lights, brains and vets on google. I couldn't make much sense of it, so I felled asleep on her shoulders.
Mommy says I'm making real "progdress". I'm not sure what that means. But, dresses reminds me of pawties and pawties reminds me I gotta gooo!!!!
1 comment:
OMG, bloglines is being mean to us! We're missing posting, Josie!
You sound like you're settling into your new life wonderfully! We're THRILLED for you!
Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
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