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.
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.
Dad spoke the words, “I’ve never given a dog a bath.” I was struck with pure panic. It was happening. The water was running. The shampoo was out. There was no where to hide. And then it began…
But then it was over!
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.
People ask me a lot, “What kind is it?” We used to say “I don’t know” a lot, so Katie got the DNA test for me! Now we know what kind it is!!
Chihuahua/Pomeranian + Chihuahua/Boykin Spaniel = me!
Below are pictures of what my grandparents could look like!
Katie is home all of the time these days. She is always doing “WRITING”. Doing “WRITING” is this:
We wake up and we go outside to check for prowlers. Katie gets mad when I see them and I yell at them. (I don’t know how she stays so calm. There are other DOGS on our sidewalk!) I always have to poop in the morning and then Katie picks it up and tells me I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.
Then we come back and she drinks “COFFEE”. I guess she’s a good boy too. Then I get comfortable on the couch and makes sure no one breaks in for the rest of the morning. Katie picks up her guitar and also “SINGS”. “SINGS” is when humans make longer sounds than the yapping they normally do. It’s much more like howling.
Sometimes Katie scribbles lots of marks on the paper and sometimes not many marks. Sometimes Katie only “SINGS” and has her guitar for a few minutes and then wanders from room to room. Sometimes Katie cleans the kitchen when she’s doing “WRITING”. It gets a little confusing because she cleans the kitchen other times too…I’m not sure it’s part of doing “WRITING”…maybe I actually don’t know what doing “WRITING” is…I’m a dog.