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Last night my mom and I met up with Auntie Lena and Beso so that we could go to the CityDog Pawty at the W. I've never walked around downtown Seattle before. It was a little scary. I didn't walk over the first grate we came upon, but I bravely walked right over the second one. Then there was this guy who asked my mom for money -- when she said that she didn't have any money (which was true!) he said that he wouldn't mind taking "the dog" (me!) instead. My mom said that she couldn't bear to live without me and he said that he understood. Even the hotel was a bit scary; there were so many dogs! There were huge dogs, tiny dogs, people, music, treats and even cocktails for my mom and Auntie Lena. After a few minutes, Beso and I calmed down and sat in our moms' laps.
After the pawty, the four of us went to the Greenlake Bar and Grill for a late dinner. Now that was fun! Beso and I got to sit with our moms as they ate outside. Now, I like to say hello to everyone, but Beso is a bit different. A strange man came up to him and tried to pet him -- Beso barked very loud and almost bit him! I tried to tell Beso that it was cool, but he wouldn't listen. I even showed him how to say hello to humans, but Beso wasn't interested. Oh well.
When I woke up this morning, I found two zits on my chin. Boots! It's a good thing that I got them after the party -- that would have been embarrassing! Darn that dog acne!!!
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Yesterday kinda sucked. First, my mom and dad slept in for a really, really long time. Normally that doesn't bug me, but it was sunny and hot and I could hear all sorts of things going on outside because the windows were open. I really wanted to go out in the backyard and do some exploring...but I resigned myself to sleeping on my mom's pillow (she's kind enough to scoot down a bit so that we could share it - I try not to step on her hair too much). When they finally did get up, they made a really good smelling breakfast and didn't give me any - as usual. After that, they left me at home while they went out somewhere. It was pretty warm in my room, even though they left the fan on and turned the lights out. I was not happy, so I took a protest nap. When they came back they had a big box and some other big packages. We took them upstairs and my dad put the things in the box together. It was CRAZY HOT upstairs while he was working. After they were done (with what I can only assume is a sofa of some kind - not sure yet, I need to chew on it a bit to be certain...) they got this ridi culous idea to put me in the bathtub. Now, as I mentioned, it was CRAZY HOT. And when we pugs get CRAZY HOT we can't breathe through our noses, so we breathe through our mouths. Apparently my panting was getting pretty bad and a cold tub was the best solution they could come up with. My dad filled the tub and got in, then my mom sat on the edge and put her legs in. Before I knew it, I was in the tub, too. It was WEIRD. Kinda like taking a bath, only it was colder and the water tasted much better. I stayed in there for while even after they got out. Since it was kinda fun, and I was feeling decidedly cooler, I decided to run around the house once I got out. I love to run and run and run and run. It's the best. But you wanna know what's the worst: grooming time. I HATE having my nails grinded down! I makes me all upset and then I can't breathe through my nose - and you know what that leads to... My only comfort is knowing that I won't have to do that again for a while. Now, on the other hand, I might like some regular tub time.
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Wow, I haven't posted for a long time! It's not because my life is boring -- it isn't! -- I guess I've just been busy with all of the napping and fetching and eating and napping that I do every day. So here's my brief re-cap of 2007, the year I was born.
May 26 - Happy Birthday to Me!
July - I left my mom, brothers and sisters (dad was "busy" in Idaho) to go live with Kate and Brandon Baker, my new mom and dad. I love them very much. They give lots of good snuggles and cuddles. They also buy me lots of cookies! I love them cookies!
August - I started dog school at Ahimsa (which was great!) and got bitten by a wheaten terrier (which was bad!). I was a little scared of all the other dogs at dog school after I was bitten, but eventually I met some very nice dogs. I especially liked to play with Taur (short for Minotaur), a miniature bull terrier with two dads.
September - My mom started going to people school during the day, so dad began taking me to work with him sometimes. I enjoy going to work with dad because there are so many people there who like to pet me. But I like it even better when he stays home and works from the living room. Then I can snuggle up next to him and nap while he types. Oh! This was also the month when I met Grammy and Gramps. They came from Boise to visit us. Grammy is a great cuddler! And even though Gramps may seem tough, he's a great cuddler, too!
October - Dad took me to my mom's people school. I got to see all of the little people that she teaches. There were so many of them - and they were so loud! I also went to a soccer game with my mom and dad. It was so fun to run in the grass!
November - I lost my balls - literally. I swear I had them before, but when I woke up one afternoon they were gone! Just like that! I'm not sure what happened, but suffice it to say I am none too pleased. Fortunately, I also had my first Thanksgiving with Grandma Mary and Grandpa Vern. It was a long drive down to Portland, but it was worth it to get all those cuddles from Uncle Andy!
December - Dad took me to meet Santa Claus and taught me all about Christmas. I went on my first plane ride - which I don't really remember because I was so sleepy for some reason. Mom, dad and I celebrated Christmas in Kansas with Grammy, Gramps, Aunt Wendy, Uncle Jim, Katie Clare and Tanner. There was also a crazy lady who drank a lot of wine and wanted to cuddle me. Oh, and lots of cats! I'd never met a cat before. I can't say that I like cats. They hiss at you when you ask them to play.
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