It's my favorite day of the week- oh yeaaaah! We've been tearing it up all morning, me and Rip. So far we've demolished a slipper, chased each other up and down the stairs about 34 times and now we're both covered in dog spit. Best day ever!!
There are a couple things wrong in my universe right now. First of all it's waaaaay too hot to do much. After my morning walks I pretty much drink a gallon of water and go right to sleep. Secondly, there's a flu outbreak for dogs going on and I'm not heading out to the park as much. So I have to create my own fun and I do that by annoying people until they play with me, or just hopping into my toy basket for attention.
Well the iPod was located (thank goodness) but the camera is still on some sort of journey around the house so here's an older action shot of me at grandma & grandpa's. I love to chase after tennis balls (I'm soooo fast too!) and sometimes they unravel and split in two like this but I still like fetching them. When you throw a ball for me (especially my Baby) I make an incredible amount of growling noise when I go after it. It makes people turn around and look when I'm at the park.
I have such a strong instinct for burying my food. When I get a big bone I usually eat half of it, then bury the other half in various places. I like putting things under pillows, along sleeping bodies of humans, in corners, on the stairs, and in my bed(s). I make a big production of covering my items with "air" dirt, nuzzling it with my nose. Then about 20 seconds later I usually pick the bone up again and move it to a different location. When I'm looking for a place to put it I usually cry but it sounds like "mwhnnn mwhnnn" because my mouth is full. (Sweater in this photo from Grammy).
Well the camera has gone missing somewhere, probably went on a digital holiday with the MIA iPod. So today you get an old picture of me, circa January 2007, when I was first adopted into my (now) home. My name at the time was "Ruby" and I was really shy. I would cry at the windows and doors and even tore up some carpeting. It wasn't my fault, I was just scared to be left alone. Now, of course, I rule this place.
We've started having Ripley Fridays, where he comes over in the morning for a few hours to play. It's probably the best part of my week! We play very well together. I share my toys with him and he's just as destructive as I am with them. But if he's playing with a toy by himself I get bored and pout. If I am playing with a toy by myself he looks at me and cries. Eventually the toys are taken away for a minute and we play together again. And when he leaves I pass out in my bed(s).
This octopus had 8 legs. Now it has one. It actually took a couple months to whittle it down but I sure did a good job, don't you think?
Here's me in my bikini harness in the car with another new haircut. It's been in the 100's here and all this hair makes me even hotter. Now I'm back to being sassy and staying cool.
Sometimes I am put in ridiculous outfits. I think the lesson learned here is that I'm a girl, but frilly, lacy things just don't look right on me. I'd rather go chase squirrels than get a pedicure. Even though I'm female, I still like to do things that boys do too- and I'm told that it's totally ok!
Friday was another playdate with Ripley, my Border Terrier buddy. We shared toys...
Wrestled...
And rested (but not for too long). Isn't it great to have friends over to play?
I had one of my favorite Aunties come and visit me a couple weeks ago. (I try and show her how much I love her by eating her underwear, but somehow that doesn't go over very well). Anyways, she left and I was sad, so I kept hopping up and trying to sleep in her bed, before it was put away. Do you ever miss people? I don't know when I'll see my Auntie again but I have a lot of fun memories of her until I do.
I know how to do a lot of different things. Here I am sitting pretty for the camera when Reggie was over. I also know to shake paws (you have to say "how do you do?" first, though), lay down, roll over and wave. I'm learning more every day, especially when it means that I get a cookie for it. COOKIE!!!! One of my favorite words...
Sometimes, you just can't find a good place to snooze. You already saw how I like laundry baskets, now check out how I can make a perfectly good napping spot out of a piece of tissue paper. A little crunchy and noisy when I moved, but all in all suitable for my needs.
Today not only did I get to go to Day Care (where I misbehaved a little and had to be disciplined, shame on me), but in the afternoon the doorbell rang and guess who came in the door? Reggie!!! We were in a mellow mood and didn't play too much but I'm teaching him how to tug. Usually I get so excited, I thrash around and "kill" the rope toy but every now and then Reggie grabs the other end and pulls with me. After a little while the two of us just laid on the couch on each other but you'll have to wait until my auntie sends over that picture. By the end of the day I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Heavy? I beg to differ. I have put on a little weight since my rescue, but I'm still only about 12 lbs, and not enough to require bending your knees to pick me up. Oh- wait, that sticker's not for me? Where's this Australia anyways? Can I go too?
I actually love going in the car because usually I end up: At the dog park, at day care, visiting a friend, at Grandma & Grandpa's, on vacation, or the vet's (oooh that one is a real bummer but I take my chances). Because it is dangerous for little dogs like me to run loose in the car, I have a harness (we call it my bikini) that goes around my body, then attaches to the seat belt in the back seat. That way if anything were to happen the seat belt would protect me from flying out the car or something horrible like that. Most of the time I like looking out the window, but sometimes I just fall asleep.
