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Such a good boy!

on Jun 8, 2015 in My Life Now

Whenever Mama comes over to pet me, she always tells me I’m “such a good boy.” Boy asked her why she says this all the time, when all I do is roll over for her to rub my belly. I’ll tell you why! I’m perfect! The family can take me on photo walks. I’m polite to the people who come by. I don’t try to get away from the family. Mama tells stories about Buffy, a family dog she grew up with, who barked at everyone who even thought about walking past their house. I know better! I only bark at the kids’ grandparents. Because it’s a game. Because it’s fun. I eat whatever food falls on the floor. But unlike Buffy, I’ve never been tempted by Advil or chocolate. I’m good that way. I tell the family if it’s time for our daily walk. They might forget if I didn’t remind them. Don’t you wish you had a dog like...

Feeling a little neglected

on Jun 5, 2015 in My Life Now

Mama is a dance photographer. I don’t know what that means, but I hear her say it all the time. To the best of my knowledge, it means she leaves me for hours at a time, comes home, and stares at her computer screen for even longer. I don’t mind the computer screen part, because then I can sit at her feet. I just wish she would stop leaving me! I can’t begrudge her, though. I can tell she’s enjoying it. It just stinks for me, that’s all.

The Importance of Prayer

on Jun 3, 2015 in My Life Now

I’ve always known prayer was important. Thankfully, my old family and now my new family treat it as a vital part of their day. It is not a time to throw toys. It isn’t a time to bark at squirrels. It’s a time to come together and snuggle a little while we talk to God and tell him how thankful we are for all the blessings we have.

I am a superhero

on Jun 1, 2015 in My Life Now

I chase evil cats from the yard. I loudly remind my family to get daily exercise. I eat the parts of chicken that are too tough for human consumption. I kill big bad doggy toys. I lower blood pressure by insisting the family pets me every time they go past.   I. Rock.

Dog Math

on May 29, 2015 in My Life Now

new “indestructible” toy + Me + 15 minutes = Fluff. Ha! “Indestructible” is just code word for “guarantee that the family will buy it for me.” Nothing’s indestructible when you’re Shadrach!

I miss out on all the fun.

on May 27, 2015 in My Life Now

Take Sunday, for example. The family put me (and my food, water, and bed) outside on the back porch. I can get out to the yard if I want, or stay under the roof of the porch if it rains. It’s a pretty sweet deal. Except for the fact that it’s where I lived while they were off on a Grand Adventure. They told me all about it when they came home. They acted apologetic for leaving me for so long (6 whole hours!) but I don’t know if I believe them. The plan was to go to the library and then to buy shoes for Sunshine and a dressy suit for Boy, for their dance recital coming up. How could *that* take 6 hours? They said something about “no stores having the right shoes” and “waiting for AAA to get the keys out of the locked car,” but do you know what I think? I think they went to a dog park and watched the other dogs. I played it cool when they came...

Too Many Veggies

on May 25, 2015 in My Life Now

I’ve come to a conclusion recently. My family eats far too many vegetables. Did you know that chopping veggies sound ridiculously close to cutting meat or slicing cheese? I always hope for the best. If it’s vegetables, Mama will give me one to try. Ick. If it’s cheese, I’ll rarely get anything to nibble. So disappointing. If it’s meat, she’ll give me the parts they think are too tough to eat. But she won’t drop it down to me while she’s cutting it up. She puts it in my bowl when she finishes all the cutting. It’s an agonizing wait, but oh so very tasty. How can I convince her to buy more meat and less veggies?

Easy-Going…almost

on May 22, 2015 in My Life Now

I’m a really easy-going dog. I’ve learned that the family may put me outside when they leave, but they will come back. I no longer sit and watch the doorknob to see if they’re coming back. They always do. But I have my limits. They bought me these bones. They call them a “treat.” For the first several, they were a treat. But one day, I realized that they were mine. No one was allowed near it. I took it outside and tried to bury it under some leaves. The kids found it and brought it back to me. I kept trying to hide it. They kept finding it again. So I left it on the living room floor, and if anyone came between me and it, I would growl at them. I won’t eat it. They can’t figure me out, and I’m not sure I want them to!