Friday, March 28, 2008
Snow
Hello Friends! Sorry I've been absent for a while, but my mommy and daddy have been very busy and I couldn't squeeze any internet time in. I thought you might like to see a video of me in the snow. I love the snow! It tastes sooo good and feels sooo good on my paws. I don't know about you guys, but I could just play and play for hours!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Survey...
My Mommy forwards these surveys to me all the time, but I never reply back. I felt bad, so I finally filled one out...and it's all about ME!
1. What is your occupation? Hunting Birds
2. What color are your socks right now? Well, I don't really wear socks, but my feet are an orangy color
3. What are you listening to right now? Birds chirping and cars driving by
4. What was the last thing that you ate? A liver treat and 4 small Mother Hubbard biscuits
5. Can you drive a stick shift? I don't know, haven't tried driving yet
6. What color would you be, if you were a color? Well, I technically am a color (yellow to be exact)
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My Grand-Marmie
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I guess I have to...Love you Mommy! More treats please!
9. How old are you today? 7 months and 2 days
10. Favorite drink? I love the water in the bath tub. It tastes much better than the water in my bowl
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Cops. I love watching those Shepherds fetch the people
12. Have ever dyed your hair? Yes, but mud wasn't a good look for me
13. Pets? Yes, 1 Mommy and 1 Daddy
14. Favorite food? I haven't tried much, but I like pretty much anything I can fit into my mouth
15. Last movie you watched? I can't ever stay awake through a whole movie!
16. Favorite Day of the year? Every Day!
17. What do you do to vent anger? I thought this was a given...GROWL
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? I loved my fuzzy bone. Mommy got tired of mending it...
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Spring? What's Spring?
20. Cherry or Blueberry? Never tried either, but probably both
21. Favorite smell? Anything from my Daddy's grill
22. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? All of the above, please
23. Favorite day of the week? Weekends and Weekdays after 5 pm
24. How many states have you lived in? 1 - Nevada
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Adolescent Dog 101
I guess my mommy and daddy thought I was starting to get out of control or something because they took me to a training class last night. I'm still not sure what provoked them to do something like this. I listen all the time when they talk to me at home. Okay, okay...I might not listen as well when I'm around friends, but come on! I'm an adolescent (that's similar to a teenager to you humans) and I'd much rather play with my friends than listen to my mommy or daddy when we're somewhere other than in the house. I'm way too cool for that! DUH!
For the last two weeks, my mommy's been saying weird things to me like "Are you ready for boot camp?" "You'd better shape up or ship out!" "One more week to act like a crazy dog!" I wasn't too sure what she meant until 6 pm last night. We walked into the Dog Training by PJ doors and took a seat (well, my mommy and daddy sat down, I was much too excited). A lot of new friends came through the same doors and I just had to take a sniff. My new friends included a Black Lab, Maltese, Shar-Pei, French Bulldog, Australian Shepherd, and a Weimeraner. We were going to have so much fun playing! Only, we never got a chance.
I could sense that my mommy and daddy were nervous. I think they thought I would get kicked out of class just like my cousin Marley. I wasn't going to let that happen, but they didn't know that. My teacher, PJ, started talking to all the parents. All I heard was "Blah, blah, blah, treat, blah, blah...I'll demonstrate with Dakota." What?!? She was going to use me as the first guinea pig? Well, I was the best looking girl in the class. Who could blame her? When it was all over, I didn't know what I had learned, but I sure did get a lot of treats from her. I think I was the perfect student...why else would she have given me so many treats? After that, my mommy and daddy took turns giving me treats and saying things like "Take It", "Dakota", "Sit". Piece of cake!
I do have some homework to do, but that just means more treats for me. Yumm-O! I have a feeling the next 5 weeks are going to be a blast! So much for my girl-ish figure...
For the last two weeks, my mommy's been saying weird things to me like "Are you ready for boot camp?" "You'd better shape up or ship out!" "One more week to act like a crazy dog!" I wasn't too sure what she meant until 6 pm last night. We walked into the Dog Training by PJ doors and took a seat (well, my mommy and daddy sat down, I was much too excited). A lot of new friends came through the same doors and I just had to take a sniff. My new friends included a Black Lab, Maltese, Shar-Pei, French Bulldog, Australian Shepherd, and a Weimeraner. We were going to have so much fun playing! Only, we never got a chance.
I could sense that my mommy and daddy were nervous. I think they thought I would get kicked out of class just like my cousin Marley. I wasn't going to let that happen, but they didn't know that. My teacher, PJ, started talking to all the parents. All I heard was "Blah, blah, blah, treat, blah, blah...I'll demonstrate with Dakota." What?!? She was going to use me as the first guinea pig? Well, I was the best looking girl in the class. Who could blame her? When it was all over, I didn't know what I had learned, but I sure did get a lot of treats from her. I think I was the perfect student...why else would she have given me so many treats? After that, my mommy and daddy took turns giving me treats and saying things like "Take It", "Dakota", "Sit". Piece of cake!
I do have some homework to do, but that just means more treats for me. Yumm-O! I have a feeling the next 5 weeks are going to be a blast! So much for my girl-ish figure...
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Birdie
I got my first birdie yesterday! If you're a golfer, please don't be confused with your kind of birdie. You see, I'm a hunting dog. Well, a bird dog to be more exact. My long lines of ancestors were bred to retrieve birds that hunters shot down (I guess because hunters are lazy). As I was taking a break from running around at the dog park, something moving caught my eye. Usually, the moving items that catch my eye include paper, leaves, plastic bags, etc. I thought this was going to turn up as just another stupid leaf. To my surprise, it had small feathers and tried to fly away from me. BUT, I was too fast for that little birdie. I snatched it up into my mouth and ran around to all my friends and showed them what I had. My mommy chased me yelling "Drop It Dakota!" and "Dakota, Leave it!", but I pretended not to hear her. All I could think about was how proud my ancestors would've been. The other dog parents in the park looked mortified, so I presumed none of them were hunters and didn't understand my keen bird instincts.
For months, the birds have been torturing me! Flying overhead, sitting on fences and rooftops, hiding behind the glass windows. Not this time! I couldn't let this moment pass...I continued to bask in the Labrador glory by gallivanting around that 1 acre park. That is, UNTIL I attempted to get a better grip on the birdie. In a split second, the birdie was out of my mouth and on its way to freedom. Oh well, it sure was fun while it lasted. After the little birdie got away, I heard my mommy say "She is a bird dog" and I puffed out my chest and grinned.
For months, the birds have been torturing me! Flying overhead, sitting on fences and rooftops, hiding behind the glass windows. Not this time! I couldn't let this moment pass...I continued to bask in the Labrador glory by gallivanting around that 1 acre park. That is, UNTIL I attempted to get a better grip on the birdie. In a split second, the birdie was out of my mouth and on its way to freedom. Oh well, it sure was fun while it lasted. After the little birdie got away, I heard my mommy say "She is a bird dog" and I puffed out my chest and grinned.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Drywall
Do you ever wonder what's behind that shiny, textured stuff that you stare at all day? I did. You see, last week I was in my room (my parents keep me in the laundry room during the day because I'm still learning) and I got bored with the 5 toys that were in there with me so I decided to see what was beyond the shine. I started by licking it. It didn't taste very well and it felt kinda funny. I kept licking it and before I knew it, it was all soggy and soft. I wasn't sure what was causing it to get all soggy, so I had to touch it with my paw. A few more touches later and I had hit pay-dirt! I managed to get some paper-like shiny stuff off and then I was into the soft, powdery stuff. It was like heaven! It came out so easily and it was so very soft. The dirt in the backyard isn't even that soft. Before I got too far, my parents came home and the fun was over. I tried licking the wall the next day, but the powder was all gone and I had the taste of bitter apple in my mouth. Yuck!
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