Bedtime

Here’s how it goes.

The human settle into my bed. I spread out on the couch. Everyone falls asleep.

Then, I get a little lonely. A little cold. I’m ready for some contact.

I jump on the bed. The foot area works.

But then I’m kicked.

So I move up, laying up against a back or a tummy. Then someone rolls over.

I then move to where my back end is up against one human and my front end is up against another human. Double contact. It’s nice. I like to spread out. The humans are on the edge and make a secure border for me to sleep between.

Then I get a little cold and nestle up in the pillow area until one of the humans wakes up enough to let me under the blankets. Then I shift around a few times until I’m in just the right spot. It’s tricky to find just the right spot. I can’t see in there.

Then we all snuggle for a while like this.

Then the alarm happens.

And thats how it goes. Thats how we all get a restful nights sleep and are ready for a new day.

They Lost Me

Last week, Katie had a show. I knew she had a show because she took all the stuff in the house that makes noise and put it in the car. While she was gone, an intruder came. If you follow my blog, you know I’m used to intruders. They wear the same thing that says “WAG” and they take me for a walk and pick up my poop and then take me home.

Well this intruder didn’t put my harness on. And while we were on our walk, I panicked. I realized that I needed to find Katie immediately and tell her that this intruder didn’t put my harness on. So I slipped out of my collar and I ran. I ran as fast as I could and the intruder couldn’t catch me. But I was scared. Because without my collar and without Katie, no one knows who I am. And then there were cars. And they were big and I was dodging them. But I kept running. Until I found a garage and I ran inside and hid. But a guy on a skateboard followed me into the garage and picked me up and took me to his house. I didn’t have my collar so he didn’t know my NAME or that I live with Katie. So we got to his house and he took my photo and said he posted it on the internet. This is the photo:

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Moments later I heard the skateboard guy talking on the phone to a WAG intruder. And then a little while later dad came. He said Katie did a good job at her show but had to stay there and that she was so worried about me.

Dad put me in the car and he said I smelled like poop… I may have had an accident while I was running around the cars. So I got a bath:

And then Katie came home and we snuggled all night.

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Peeing

On any particular walk on any particular day, I am going to pee a lot. I don’t know what drives me to do it. I just know I must do it.

If theres another pee smell, I have to pee. If we’ve walked twenty feet, I have to pee. If I see another dog walk by, I have to pee. If it looks like we might head home and the walk is over, I have to pee. Above are photos from one of my walks recently.

Allergies

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Everything is itchy. All the time. Sometimes in the night I get itchy in the middle of the night. I like to get on the bed to scratch and shake just so that I’m not alone in my misery. Normally someone wakes up to be a part of my pain.. which leads to a pill being shoved down my throat… which leads to being consoled with treat and being told I’m a good boy. So allergies are maybe ok.

Hiking

Yesterday we went hiking!

Ever since we moved to Los Angeles, this is something we do all the time. This is probably my most favorite ever.

I don’t have to walk on the leash and there are lots of other people and dogs and we all just walk! We walk on a path! We walk on a path in nature! That’s what we do!

I feel like my inner wolf really shines in this environemnt. I mark our path so we don’t get lost. I lead the way to spot any danger ahead of time. I’m very brave.

Suitcase

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The suitcase means change. Sometimes the suitcase means going on an airplane. Sometimes it means going to Kentucky and sometimes it means going to New York. Sometimes the suitcase means spending the night with my friend Greta and not seeing Katie for a day. But sometimes it means not seeing Katie for a month. It’s really hard to know. Katie packs a lot of clothes no matter what.