Buttons got a new harness today! I didn't get one and I'm glad because it looks pretty uncomfortable. It goes around her like a belt kind of and between her arms (I call them arms but I guess they could be front legs if you prefer to think of yourself as a dog, but that's a whole other tail, I mean tale).
Anyway, she's white and the harness is black. Dad wanted a red one but the store didn't have them in her size in red. They had green but Dad doesn't like green all that well I think.
So I have my old red collar and I'm quite happy with it. It's great for hooking the leash to so we can go out and poo. Mom and Dad also hook us to leashes that are hooked to the golf cart when we go riding so we don't go flying out and land on our heads. I did fall off the seat once but I stayed in the cart. Whew! I was looking at another pup walking on the street and wasn't paying attention to how close to the edge of the seat I was and whoops, down I went!
Excuse me................................
Well, Buttons had to go out so Mom took us. It was dark out there and the grass is starting to get wet but Mom made us go out and weewee anywee, um anyway. I hate having to go in the wet grass. I could stand at the edge and hoist my leg up and let fly out into the grass but I tend to tip over when I try doing stunts like that so I guess I'll just have to get my feet wet.
I Drive the Golf Cart
Gotcha!! I don't really drive the golf cart. I think it would be fun though and if Mom or Dad would let me, I'd love to try.
I do ride in the golf cart and it's tons of fun. Buttons likes it too. I usually sit on Mom's lap so the wind can blow through my ears and I can see what's going on. Dad drives so no one can really sit on his lap. You can kind of lean on his lap but then if he has to put his foot on the brake, you wind up with your noggin running into the bottom of the steering wheel which is not a pleasant thing to do. Believe me, I know!
I don't play golf, neither does Buttons. Mom and Dad do but I don't think they're very good at it from what I hear them saying about it. They seem to spend a lot of time in the woods and what they call "at the beach". Now to me "the beach" is where the ocean is but I don't think it's the same thing when you're playing golf.
I'd really like to get my mouth around some of those little white balls they play with, but they won't let us have them. They look like they'd be great to toss around the big room where Mom and Dad eat.
Oh, well, we do have some balls that are bigger and sort of fuzzy. We throw them around or just try to chew them up. All that fuzz though is kind of gross in your mouth.
I do ride in the golf cart and it's tons of fun. Buttons likes it too. I usually sit on Mom's lap so the wind can blow through my ears and I can see what's going on. Dad drives so no one can really sit on his lap. You can kind of lean on his lap but then if he has to put his foot on the brake, you wind up with your noggin running into the bottom of the steering wheel which is not a pleasant thing to do. Believe me, I know!
I don't play golf, neither does Buttons. Mom and Dad do but I don't think they're very good at it from what I hear them saying about it. They seem to spend a lot of time in the woods and what they call "at the beach". Now to me "the beach" is where the ocean is but I don't think it's the same thing when you're playing golf.
I'd really like to get my mouth around some of those little white balls they play with, but they won't let us have them. They look like they'd be great to toss around the big room where Mom and Dad eat.
Oh, well, we do have some balls that are bigger and sort of fuzzy. We throw them around or just try to chew them up. All that fuzz though is kind of gross in your mouth.
I Get a New Do
A few days ago I had to go to the groomers and get another new do. Mom doesn't think they did it quite right this time. I look like I'm all ears, for gosh sakes! And my eyes look REAL big.
I get all nervous when I have to go there. There are lots of other nervous dogs there too and we all cry some. It's pretty pitiful, I'll tell you.
When they're done snipping and chopping, they put this goofy bandana around your neck. Mine was red and white stripes this time. The girly girl dogs get bows in their ears. I really would rather have a bow but I guess I don't have a choice. Since I'm a boy I get the bandana. And I don't get my nails painted either. Trimmed, yes, painted, no.
Speaking of trimming my nails, that's another horrible experience. I really get nervous when they start messing around with my feet! I guess it doesn't hurt, but it could, ya know? It's like when they want to do your tummy and that other stuff under there and I don't mean my armpits either!
And the tail! They trim the fur real close up around the, well, you know, and then they let it be long out towards the end. Of course, Mom always wants to comb the long part of my tail and my ears too, when we get home. It's just a thing with her. She doesn't like snarly fur.
Well, at least it's over now for a couple of months, whatever that means, and I'm back home with Buttons and Mom and Dad. You know, they actually spend money for this hair cut thing. Good money that they could be spending on dog treats!
I get all nervous when I have to go there. There are lots of other nervous dogs there too and we all cry some. It's pretty pitiful, I'll tell you.
When they're done snipping and chopping, they put this goofy bandana around your neck. Mine was red and white stripes this time. The girly girl dogs get bows in their ears. I really would rather have a bow but I guess I don't have a choice. Since I'm a boy I get the bandana. And I don't get my nails painted either. Trimmed, yes, painted, no.
Speaking of trimming my nails, that's another horrible experience. I really get nervous when they start messing around with my feet! I guess it doesn't hurt, but it could, ya know? It's like when they want to do your tummy and that other stuff under there and I don't mean my armpits either!
And the tail! They trim the fur real close up around the, well, you know, and then they let it be long out towards the end. Of course, Mom always wants to comb the long part of my tail and my ears too, when we get home. It's just a thing with her. She doesn't like snarly fur.
Well, at least it's over now for a couple of months, whatever that means, and I'm back home with Buttons and Mom and Dad. You know, they actually spend money for this hair cut thing. Good money that they could be spending on dog treats!
I Learn to Fly
We had some excitement yesterday. Mom was carrying me down the front steps so we could go for a ride in the van and she fell down, splat!!, on the wet driveway.
I flew through the air and tried to hide under the van while Mom said bad words and tried to get up. Dad finally came and put me in the van. I think they were afraid I would run off but I just wanted to hide!
Anyway, Mom clonked her head on the side of the van but I guess she's OK. She didn't bleed or anything and she still looks the same. She keeps rubbing her butt though and telling Dad it hurts.
Poor Mom. I tried to get her to go out the back door but she made me go out the front with her. If we'd gone out the back she would have seen the wet cement and wouldn't have fallen. Silly Mom!
I flew through the air and tried to hide under the van while Mom said bad words and tried to get up. Dad finally came and put me in the van. I think they were afraid I would run off but I just wanted to hide!
Anyway, Mom clonked her head on the side of the van but I guess she's OK. She didn't bleed or anything and she still looks the same. She keeps rubbing her butt though and telling Dad it hurts.
Poor Mom. I tried to get her to go out the back door but she made me go out the front with her. If we'd gone out the back she would have seen the wet cement and wouldn't have fallen. Silly Mom!
HI!
Hi, my name is Smokey! Welcome to my new blog. My Mom just finished setting it up for me and now I can let everyone know what it's like to lead a dog's life in Florida.
First though, I'm going to have her find me a new template with some doggy looking stuff on it. This one just isn't me! What can I say.
First though, I'm going to have her find me a new template with some doggy looking stuff on it. This one just isn't me! What can I say.
