Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Then there's motivation. Something's got to make you want to get up and train on those early mornings. Being a scent hound, I use bunny trails and squirrel zones to keep me going. I sniff those buggers out and send those tree lobsters skyward with my monstrousness and lightening speeds. Smelling their fear also motivates me to get better, faster, and stronger.
You must think positive thoughts. Dream positive thoughts. If you're too hard on yourself you'll wind up either injured or just down in the dumps. Always make sure to remain optimistic and go to bed with a smile on your face (and perhaps a mohawk for bada$$ness).
A great big smile.
Plan out your feasts for the day. Convince your humans that athletes need to eat mass quantities of meat and cheese to feed their growing muscles. Snacks are always in order, as days with hard runs make you hungry long before the dinner feasting hour. I recommend a good fatty marrow bone or a bully stick for your chewing pleasure.
Finally, and perhaps most importantly, you have to picture yourself winning the gold. Envision your success and all the hard work that will take you there. Just imagine how you'd feel with that cool gold medal around your neck and with millions of people around the world cheering your name and offering you cheese. You may even get an endorsement that will earn you even more cheese money and set you up for life. I would like a shoe line, please. I will call it "Air-Groin."
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The moral of this story: Peach pits are NOT good feasting. One way or the other they have to find their way back out of you, and under no circumstances is that going to be fun. So stay away from the pits, man. Stay far far away.
Monday, August 25, 2008
We got an order from Petedge, which is usually full of awsomeness and squeaky fuzzy things. But this time when that darn box opened a new grooming bag appeared, along with a fresh bottle of shampoo and COSTUMES. Apparently with the cool weather comes something called Halloween, and while we've never dressed up before, mom saw these costumes for only $7 of cheese money-a-piece and just couldn't resist. I could resist. Pupi could resist. I wonder what these crazy humans are thinking. They laughed their silly fur-less heads off at us when we were dressed up. I'm so furious right now I could weeble.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
My dad goes to something called Work. It requires him to leave me fatherless and feastless throughout the day. And now, to add insult to injury, he's been missing during the nights as well! I heard something about Law School and while I have no clue what that is I am sure that I do not approve of it. I'm wondering if Law School teaches him how to cook delicious feasts, because one of his classes is called "Torts." Dad and I both agree that it could be a potentially tasty way to learn. I wonder if he gets bits of string cheese and jerky treats if he be Haves in these classes? Does dad not know how to heel? I remember that was the hardest part of the classes I went to. I hope his instructor is nice and that dad Sits Like Good Boy when he's supposed to and doesn't bark too much. I also hope that he is able to concentrate because being in class with so many other puppies can make you a little overexcited. I know about that all-too well. I hope he brings extra pooble bags with him.
In the mean time, I'll be spending the weekend helping dad with something called Homework. Humans apparently hate that thing, but I've come to realize that it's really just sitting on your human's lap and looking for birds out the window. I didn't mind it at all. I found it to be quite relaxing and cathartic. After all, I had a hard week of running and being social at the bark park. I deserve a little break.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
It got pretty hot while the apartment was being updated, and I did my best "near death" drama routine and I panted and continually flung my hot body onto newer and colder spots of our wood floor. That's when I realized my desperate act had worked...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
After getting some good slobber all over his computer, I was no longer allowed to sit in his lap and had to be Have in my own chair next to him. Dad made sure there was some distance between me and his precious computer, because we were looking up some recipes for dinner and talks of feasts make me super drooly.
We concluded our afternoon with some funny online videos and a quick visit to my friends' blogs. We made fun of mom and my girly-boy brother and laughed our tails off.
I suggested that after all this manliness we should watch sports, belch and eat some cheese. Dad thought this was a great idea and grabbed his Cheeze-Its and found a spot on the sofa. He let me stretch all long and beastly along the top of the sofa and rest my chin on his shoulder while he snuck me a cracker or two. I burped a lot because this was man time and I'm really good at that.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
I heard something about an Obedience Walk later. We usually do this once a week, or if I've had a pretty bad anxiety attack the day before. In this case the Obedience Walk was brought on by the latter. I was a bit of a mess yesterday and now I need some one-on-one time with mom and my treats. We take a nice, quiet stroll down to the little grassy park about a half mile away and do some intense practice on my Walk Like Good Boy. Usually we'll meet some new dogs there too, but I only get to say Hi if I be Have. I like these days because there's lots of rewards and praise and my self confidence needs this kind of a boost.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Spooky things have been happening around here lately.My mom is not a good sleeper. Scratch that. She's an awful sleeper. And I would know because on occasion she'll peek into my crate in the wee hours of the morning. But lately she hasn't been getting up and walking about as usual during the restless nights. Instead she stays tucked in safe and scared.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I guess we've made some pretty great buddies since we've started blogging, because from Rudolph and Goofy we received the Friendship award!
Thanks guys! And the pup in the award image has ears like we do! We're feeling very special today indeed.
Monday, August 11, 2008
I was waiting to be showered with birthday gifts, but instead my uncle and grandpa came to visit! They brought with them plenty of belly rubs and they even let me snoozel on their human crates that magically appeared in the living room and office! Sweetness. They even insisted on taking us all for a nice walk to Lake Michigan and they let us lap water from the human water fountain! These guys were super cool.
Now in more selfish news, Stan and I got some pretty rad offerings from our humans for my special day. Turns out that my folks traded in their wonderfully lumpy, human-scented pillows for a fresh new set. I have to say that I like how their minds work and in true "waste not, want not" fashion they gave their old pillows to Stanislaw and me. He immediately took to the one that smelled like dad. He tried to work on Good Boy Chews on there, but just couldn't keep himself from burying his face in the bumpy softness of eau de dad.
I, on the other paw, immediately found mom's old pillow and curled up nice and tiny to make sure that my entire body was resting on something soft. My humans call this my "prince and the pea" routine. They think it's funny that I like to rest my fanny only on the softest of things.
Stan started getting a little warm lying on the pillows but he really didn't want to remove himself from the coziness completely, so he stretched out nice and long and left half of his body on the pillow, the other half on the cool wood floor.
Before the night was over our humans put our new pillows in our crates and wrapped them around with our fleece blankies. Stanislaw and I didn't make a peep the whole night... and mom would know because she wakes up for everything - even our late-night digging and reconfiguring of our crate blankies. But no, tonight we stayed put and didn't so much as wiggle a floppy cocker ear.