Well, I'm a little over a year old now and I'm going to do things a little differently to reflect my more mature outlook on life. I look back on some of my earlier entries and I'm a little embarassed by the youthful ramblings but hey, youth is part of life. If you're interested in what my first year was like, follow this little link here. If you're interested in my latest and greatest exploits as a two year old, then follow this link.
March 19, 2002
Remember that exercise is a good thing. I have a reminder everytime I look at my executive staff's big butt parked on the couch in front of the picture box. By the way, did you know there's all sorts of dogs and other animals in that picture box. They're uppity and ignore me but they're there.
December 22, 2001
I still think that if it's a tree then I'm allowed to pee on it. Just cause the staff brings it inside for the holiday and dresses it up with ornaments doesn't stop it from being a tree. And if he hadn't wired the dang thing with all those electric cords and lights I just might pee on it to remind him who is the boss around here.
October 26, 2001
I've been robbed! While I was sleeping at the vets somebody stole my family jewels!!! It's an outrage. I suspect the staff is involved somehow but he's been so worried and taking such good care of me I've hesitated to point fingers, er.....paws. I don't know if it's concern or guilt but I'll milk it for all it's worth and confront him later.
August 23, 2001
Jethro, Elmo and I went to Maine and brought the whole staff along. It's a long drive but worth it once you get there. Jethro and I were able to roust the crowd early every morning and quickly instituted the early morning and nighttime walk schedule. My brother and I had plenty of time to get reacquainted and played into all hours of the night. For some reason, this make that tall fellow sleeping in the living room kind of grumpy.
July 16, 2001
Well the staff's family was just through here. They came through a few weeks ago and stayed the whole weekend but only stayed overnight this time. Cute kids , both very nice, but the little one makes me nervous so I follow her around everywhere to make sure she doesn't break anything. Besides, she's short so everything she eats is about my level,
July 1, 2001
Well I just finished my first year without having to fire the staff. One year. You just know that the staff is going to fall apart not that his warranty has expired. He's been limping around for a few months now. I bet his leg falls off or something one of these days. It does not reflect well on me to have my walker lurching along behind me. Usually I'm hauling him along anyway with the collar cutting into my throat. I'm wheezing so bad I sound like the staff when he's snoring at night.
June 23, 2001
I had my first grooming today. I wasn't too keen on it. My staff dropped me off and then disappeared. I know it was exclusive to dog's only but I just know he took the day off. Anyway, I got the full treatment: shampoo, a pedicure and a style. Part of me thinks that this is stupid, that I'm not some sort of ....poodle.....no offense. But then, I see myself in a mirror and can't help thinking that: Dang! I'm looking good.
May 14, 2001
I'm a little over a year old now. I am more sedate and dignified than in my first year. Don't get me wrong,; I'm not an old fart like somebody else in the house I could name... I'm just a little more controlled than I used to be. No longer do I totally freak out in excess enthusiasm over every little thing. I now reserve my exuberance for the important things in life: walks, play, people and treats.
Walks are an important part of my day. The longer the better. I say that and then think back on a couple of the hotter days when my tongue was hanging out far enough to trip over. I'll have to remind the staff to bring water on the longer walks.
Speaking of water, I am embracing my heritage as a water dog. No water is off limits, no puddle too scummy that I won't at least wade out into it. Sure I get a bit dirty and sometimes smelly but it doesn't bother me. The staff gets a bit miffed but he's learned to bring a towel. I think that last outing at the beach where I swam and then rolled in the sand (okay, even I'm willing to admit that it was probably not the best move to make) convinced him to bring a towel and a brush on all outings.
Which reminds me, here's a couple more lessons in understanding Dog:
Bark - It's Jericho, not Jerko!!! Learn to enunciate, you dweeb!
Bark - Do I have a summer wardrobe? This fur coat is hot!!