Oooh, a Weekend!

Well, the poops seem a bit better today. At least I'm not going every time I do a Number One. Man, listen to me...I'm only 10 weeks old and I'm sounding like an old man, talkin' about m'poo all the time! Maybe I should change the subject....

Nothing too exciting has been happening lately, which is fine. I'm still getting used to my new home, my new routine. Yesterday I had a couple more visitors, Tony and his sister Kathy. Mom forgot to take photos. Sheesh! I don't like having to rely on her to take the pictures, but they have yet to make a camera for dogs. C'mon people, get with the program!

I noticed today that my brother didn't go away on that scary yellow thing and my sister has been around all day, too. Maybe this is that weekend thing people talk about? I like it!!! This morning I had a little wrestling match with my brother. I think I won. Then later today I went on a couple of those walk things--I'm starting to see what the fuss is about! It's kind of fun to see new things, smell new smells. I sure am glad to have my sister back home, she pays so much attention to me!!!

Ode to a Chewie

All right, I'll just put it out there. I've had to poop a lot. Anyone else out there have that problem?? Man, it seems like just about every time I go out, I have to poo. It's getting annoying. The worst part about it is I think that's the reason I'm not getting my chewies anymore. Boo hoo, I LOVE my chewies! I remember that nice Dr. Barb giving one to me, and I could not stop gnawing the thing. I overheard her saying that they are safe rawhides because they are made up of tiny pieces put together, instead of one big hunk that a wildman like me could rip off big pieces of and choke on. My mom bought a whole bag for me...but now it seems that all I get is my dog food. Sigh.

My mom gave me this thing that she called a Chilly Bone, I'll bet it's instead of my beloved chewie. Although it certainly doesn't replace my one true love, it is nice...it's all cold when she gives it to me, and that feels good on my sore puppy teeth. Ah well, guess that will have to do for now--that and the sticks I always pick up and carry around with me when I go outside for one of my many poops. Alas, to have my chewie!

A Day of Rest

Yesterday was crazy-busy. Mom took me out in the yard for a long play--I sure love those brown crunchy things that are all over the ground! They are fun to chew and jump in. I met a nice lady that lives behind us. She thought I was cute.

Mom thought I needed to try a 'walk' again. I wasn't too sure, but thought I'd try it again and I followed along for a while. I met my first big dog!!!! His name is Toby. Yikes, he was one scary guy, I was afraid he would step on me! But he ended up giving me a nice kiss and a sniff so I guess he wasn't so bad. Mom tried to get the moment on camera, but I was moving away pretty fast and she had a hard time.

After Toby we visited some other people. Mom and my brother took me into this big building that wasn't too far from our house--I think she called it a church. I met a bunch of people in there who made lots of 'awwww' noises at me and pet me a lot. That was nice. Then back outside across the street, I met a nice man named Gary. He gave me a squeeze. I saw a couple of big fluffy things in his doorway...they looked a lot like that thing I saw the other day, the thing with the pointy ears and whiskers, where my nice Dr. Barb was. I took a sniff or two, but after that I couldn't be bothered. I could tell they really wanted to come out and meet me, but sheesh. A guy has to get some time off from all of this social stuff. I was ready to get home.

Oh, I got to meet that cool guy that left me a comment on this blog! He and his mom were very nice, I hope I get to see more of them. Keep the comments coming in, people! I love to hear from you. :-)

I had my first bath last night, but can you believe my mom didn't even take any photos?? Sheesh. You can tell I'm not her first baby. Ah well, unfortunately I have a feeling it won't be the only bath I get. It kind of freaked me out, I wanted to get out of that wet place. But I have to admit I felt pretty good when I got out. After few shakes and some running around, I was feeling positively frisky--and I smelled pretty good, too.

Today is a more low-key day, and that's quite all right with me. I've been sleeping a lot. When my brother got home today we got to watch Scooby Doo together. That's a show about a dog, so it's all right by me. A pup could get used to this. I just hope I don't have to solve any mysteries like that Scooby dog does. That looks exhausting.

Sir Digby the Brave

Yeah, that's me. That's me next to this thing my mom called the 'vacuum'. She made a big deal out of how brave I was around it, she pushed it all around the house and I just followed them around. I guess because it makes a loud noise I'm supposed to be scared of it? Nah. Clearly she doesn't know who she's dealing with yet.

You should see me outside. I mean, you'd think she'd KNOW how brave I was after the way I chased and caught this yellow squishy thingy. I was showing it who's boss all right, growling and everything. I may be small and I may be pedigree--but don't let that fool you. I'm a tough guy. Okay, so I was a little worried about those hammering sounds that were coming from somewhere outside my yard. Just don't tell anyone.

I'm a little confused. Where did that nice smelling brother of mine go?? I saw him get on this big yellow noisy thing and go away, but I thought he'd be back by now. I went into his room to check his bed, but he wasn't there. Mom put me up on it, it sure is cozy. I hope he comes back soon.

I could swear I had a big sister, too, but I haven't seen her in a while. Maybe she'll come back today?

A Walk is a Good Thing??

Things have been pretty crazy since I've moved in with my new family. Yesterday I got back in the car and my mom and brother took me to see some lady in a white coat. The place had lots of new smells, and I even saw a funny animal with small pointy ears, a long tail, and long whiskers! I was a bit worried, but it didn't pay much attention to me. Soon we went into a room with the lady. She was really really nice, she even gave me something to chew on that I LOVED! Of course her hand would have been better, but for some reason whenever I go to chew on someone's hands they say something like 'no' and pull away. Huh. I was up on that table for a long time, and then it was back in the car. Hope I can go back there again and see that nice lady soon. She just pet me and gave me that thing to chew--I'll bet nothing bad or scary ever happens at that place...

I slept really well last night. It was a bit lighter when I got up. I went right outside and went potty, and of course my bed was dry. For whatever reason my family seems to be really impressed with this--I never knew it was such a feat. But of course, I AM pedigree...

Today I went for something called a 'walk' with my mom. She was all excited like it was supposed to be a good thing, but I just don't know...I thought it was pretty darn scary. All of those big things zooming by making lots of noise! And all of these new smells...it's a bit overwhelming. I tried to make my mom happy and walk a bit, but after a while I just sat right down and cried until she carried me the rest of the way. I know, kind of whimpy of me, but maybe I'll get used to it? We also visited some people--a woman named Darcie and her two little people. Mmmm, did they smell good! That made the trip worth it! I have a feeling I'll have to do that again soon....

My New Job

Day #2 in my new home, and so far, so good. Last night I slept in my new little house. I could see my new mom right in front of me, but a couple of times I woke up and felt kind of scared. She put her hand by me and I was able to fall back asleep. In the morning, though, I had to go potty! So mom took me outside and I did my business. It was still dark! It's kind of fun out there.

I've been getting a lot of experience with my new public relations job. My first duties are to wake up my new sister and brother in the morning, it seems. It doesn't even seem like a job, I have to say. They are so warm and snuggly in their big beds! And you gotta love that stinky morning breath! Yeah!

Yesterday I had my first visitors here. I think their names are Auntie Kim and Emily. They were very nice, I hope I see them some more. I thought I smelled something familiar on them, too, like maybe someone of my own kind?? Oooh, it would be fun to have a playmate.

I'm starting to feel more comfortable here, and hungry. I like my new family very much, but I just can't help but whine. Where are my sisters? Where is that nice Cindy lady, and that Wayne man??

Where the heck am I??

It's been quite a day, and I feel like I just HAVE to tell someone about it. I don't know if any of you out there care about the musings of a dog, but, there it is. When a dog's gotta share, a dog's gotta share.

First of all, a little about me. I am a Cavachon, which is a mix of a Cavalier King Charles and a Bichon Frise. Yup, I'm total pedigree. I was born in Ackley, Iowa, and my four sisters and I lived with a very nice lady named Cindy. Yes, you heard right, I was the only boy. I guess that's a good thing--something about me being in touch with my feminine side. It's weird being in a new place away from my sisters and all of my friends that were a lot like me. These new humans that I'm with are going to take some getting used to.

My day started with a long drive in Cindy's car, but I did pretty well in my traveling house. We stopped, and all of a sudden these new faces were staring at me and talking in this high voices. Then I was put into a new house and back in the car again for another long drive. I slept most of the time, but I just had to whine a little here and there. Had to make sure that these new people felt a little sorry for me, gotta make sure they give me plenty of love. So far, it seems to be working. In fact I barely get any time to myself. But that's good, cuz I'm pretty nervous with all of these new things around. I really just want to be close to the people and be held most of the time. A couple of them have taken me outside and tried to get me to follow them, but I'm just not too sure. I suppose I'll get used to it...I hope...!

I hope my tummy is better some, too. Ever since I was put to sleep with some medicine, upon waking I've kind of had runny poops. I think that's the reason Cindy kept giving me some funny new stuff to eat. At first I loved the brown sticky stuff that was put in my mouth, but then I realized there was something hard in there that I think she wanted me to swallow. Not fun. But then I got some really sweet stuff that she squirted right in my mouth, and I liked that. Another funny thing, those little round things down below that I used to lick once in a while are missing now. I noticed it when I woke up from my long sleep. I guess I must not have needed those for anything, but it is a bit strange without them. Now there is some string down there, but it doesn't really bother me. Life sure is weird.

So, there it is. My first day here in my new home. I think once I get used to it, I'll really like it here. I think the new people really do love me, and that's nice.