One day, during the holidays, Dad brought in the mail and showed Mom a postcard. They looked very sad. I thought someone gave them bad news. We got through the holidays and they looked at the postcard again. Dad said, “We may as well bite the bullet.” I thought he was going to make a smoothie with the Magic Bullet but Mom made a phone call instead.
On Monday, I learned what was going on. It was time for all four of us (Barbara, Charlie, Oliver, and me) to have our annual checkups and shots. One time they took all of us at once. They said, “Never again!”
Oliver and I went to the vet first. Oliver does not like car rides like I do. It felt like we drove for hours because he yowled all the way there. So much noise! When we got there, I didn’t want to go inside but Mom picked me up and carried me.
Oliver was in a carrier. I check to make sure he’s still alive because he finally got quiet.
The tech came in and took me out of the exam room. You wouldn’t believe where they put things and what they did!!!!!! It should never happen to a dog! When she brought me back to Mom and Dad, I was really nervous so I got into Dad’s lap with Oliver.
Dr. Jones came into the room and checked Oliver first. That was fine with me. I needed time to get my dignity back. Oliver didn’t want to be bothered so he flattened down while Dr. Jones listened to his heart.
When it was my turn, I stood up nice and tall.
Oliver and I were ready to go home after that, but the humans kept talking about football and the championship game. It was boring. They finally finished and Mom took me outside while Dad paid the bill. I like sniffing the yard and taking care of business.
When we got home, I got a special treat for being so good and not biting anyone. That was the best part of a terrible day.
I celebrated another day of Christmas. This time we went to Lexington, Kentucky to my sister Angie’s house. It took a long, long time but not as long as going to Melanie’s. When we got to Lexington our first stop was the Bluegrass Barkery. It’s my most favorite place in Lexington, except for Angie’s house. Mom bought treats for Mister and me, and lots of treats to bring home. The Bluegrass Barkery has the best treats in the whole wide world. I helped the corgi greet customers when they came into the store.
It’s a good thing we had lots of treats because Mister and I had to go to
jail in our crates while the humans went to church. We got treats for going to jail in our crates. Mom calls those treats bribes positive reinforcement.
Mister got a new Christmas sweater. He got lots of attention when Angie put it on him. I wanted attention, too. So I
demanded asked for a belly rub. I didn’t get one! And it was Christmas day!
But doesn’t Mister look handsome in his new sweater?
Later, Mister and I got our belly rubs. Angie is an excellent multi-tasker.
Mom and Dad were proud of my behavior. Sometimes they reminded me to be gentle with Mister. And there were the times I tried to eat his food. He has yummy food. And he didn’t get mad when I ate it. Everyone else thought it was a bad idea.
One thing still confuses me. It was rainy but I went outside to take care of business anyway. When I came back inside, Mom said I smelled like a wet puppy dog. Shouldn’t a wet puppy dog smell like a wet puppy dog? Sometimes my parents have weird ideas!
No, I didn’t chase kitties this time. We went on a long, long, long, long, long trip, all the way to Florida. My sister, Melanie, lives there and she has a new puppy named Chloe. I guess that makes Chloe my niece. Chloe may be a puppy but she weighs over 50 pounds. She is a big puppy, kind of like Clifford the Big Red Dog, only Chloe isn’t red.
This is Chloe. She’s wearing the pretty Christmas jingle bell collar Mom found at the Farmer’s Market. I got to go to the market but Chloe had to stay home. Anyway, when I first met Chloe I growled at her and showed her my teeth. That started the trouble. Later, she tried to sniff my private parts and I started a fight. We both got put in time-out.
The next day, I tried to be friendly and she started a fight. I guess she thought I was going to bite her. It was back to time-out.
Chloe left me alone after that but I had to stay in someone’s lap all the time and we couldn’t go outside together. Mom said I was a very rude guest. I don’t know what rude means but she didn’t smile when she said it.
Sigh! I hope I get another chance to be a better guest.
I know, I know. December 8 is a little late to be celebrating Thanksgiving. But Mom said I should be thankful all year, so today I’m thankful. My nephew, Mister, came to see me for Thanksgiving. He brought my sister, Angie, with him. This is Mister looking cute.
Isn’t he handsome? Some people say he looks like my big brother instead of my nephew. In some ways he is like a big brother. He taught me how to beg.
Here I am, begging.
Here we both are, begging. Mister says you have to maintain eye contact at all times with your
sucker victim subject. Note the intensity in both our faces as we watch Mom have a snack.
A bad thing happened just before they sat down to eat. I chased a kitty and got put in time out for the WHOLE meal! Mister said, “Thank you for letting me get your share of turkey.” He is a polite puppy dog.
After all that begging and eating, we had to have a nap.
I like it when Mister comes or when we go to see him. It always means
the sucker Mom (his grandma) will give out extra treats.
Over the weekend Dad talked to Mr. Bob and Mrs. Karen, who live next door. They told him they saw a new neighbor in the woods behind our houses. It was a bobcat.
I thought that meant Mr. Bob adopted one of the kitties that live in the woods. Mom said, “No. A bobcat will eat you for a night time snack.” I know all about kitties because I live with three. I chase them a lot but they haven’t tried to eat me.
Mom went on Google and found me a picture of a bobcat from National Geographic. I think it looks like a kitty.
This is a bobcat.
This is Charlie.
This is Oliver.
Don’t you think they all look alike? I do! I’m not scared of that new neighbor! Mom was just tricking me when she said it would eat me.
Well, I blew it tonight. My good record for not chasing kitties is gone. I chased one into the guest room. It was fun but Mom and Dad were not happy. They put me in timeout and I’m staying here till morning. Mom opened the door to my crate but I gave her sad eyes instead of coming out. I hope she feels guilty. Means I can get more treats.
Pretty smart thinking for a puppy dog.
Guess what? I made it through the whole weekend without being put in timeout! Mom and Dad are so proud. The kitties are happy, too. They don’t like being chased.
I think I should get extra treats. Mom doesn’t give me any until she finishes cleaning up the kitchen after supper. That takes soooooo long!
When I sit in front of Dad and wag my tail, he’ll usually give in. He can’t stand having me watch him.