I know my family loved me, but I was just a little bit more of a time (and attention) commitment than they could handle. So today, I moved to be with a new family. I think I’m going to like it there, and I wish my family well too.
I know my family loved me, but I was just a little bit more of a time (and attention) commitment than they could handle. So today, I moved to be with a new family. I think I’m going to like it there, and I wish my family well too.
I am a killing machine. Shoes…toys…socks…they’re all mine. If the kids leave them in my reach, I have a duty to kill and devour them. So I designated an area to do just that. BFF calls it my “Killing Floor,” because he understands. Now whenever Mama or BFF sees me at the front door, they glance on the mat to see what my latest kill is. Sometimes they let me keep it (if it’s my toy), and the rest of the time they insist the child still needs it. And if it’s a paper towel or napkin, they throw it away. Can you imagine? They’d choose the garbage can over my enjoyment?!
Secrets I’m a dog. I can’t talk. Sure, I can blog, but I only blog about things Mama has already guessed. (I’m sneaky that way). There are things I haven’t let the family know, and maybe I never will. What life was like before they brought me to read more
I want to know everything about everything. As a dog, I use my sense of smell to find exciting things. Scraps of food the kids left behind…the scent that tells me a dog recently walked past the house… As a puppy, I depend on my mouth to figure out what new things are. The kids’ toys…papers…art projects…you name it, I’ll try it. (how else do you think I figured out how good zucchini is?!) The other senses are important too, but smell and taste are my two most dependable. Mama keeps saying she hopes I’ll learn to use my mouth less, but the thought makes me wonder how I’d be able to keep learning!
My kids don’t go away to school like most do. I know most do because we see them waiting for the big yellow bus (the one Mama won’t let me chase, the big meanie) when we go on our walk every morning. Instead, they do their school at home! I like it best when they do their grammar, because that’s something they like to do on the living room couch. Then I can snuggle them or gnaw at their hands. Their math is on a computer in the school room, so that’s not nearly as fun. They seem to be putting me through school, too. They’re teaching me words (like “toy”), actions (not to go into the kitchen), and oral health (don’t eat everything on the floor). They spend time teaching gym (daily walks and playing fetch in the hallway), nutrition (eat the zucchini, not the paper), and respect for superiors (they go through the doorway first). I’m a...
Mama and the kids take me on a walk every day. They recognize the importance of exercise. But they’ve apparently learned a lot since they had Shadrach. According to the talk around the house, they used to let him lead, pull, mark, and bark wherever and whenever he wanted. They figured he was too old to learn how to walk properly. But they have higher standards for me. I’m not sure if I should be honored or frustrated. At this point it’s halfway in the middle. After the first few houses, I settle in and behave the way Mama wants me to. Unless I see a car (maybe they’re coming to visit me!) or a squirrel (they might want to play in my yard!) or a person (they might not realize Mama is MINE) or a dog (they might think they can come visit without an invitation) or a cat (they’re just evil). Then I sort of kind of forget all the rules and pull until I...