I got my very first report card the other day. My human friends--Stella, Miriam, AJ, and Marie--were the ones who thought it would be a great idea to create a character assessment of the first six months of my life. Here is my report card:
Character Trait Grade Comments
Obedience A Responds with alacrity (especially to "treat")
Courtesty A+ Includes all in his leaps and licks attention
Hygiene B+ Regularly washes ears and face in Water Dish
Neatness C+ Does not return toys to Toy Box
Concentration A Fiercely attentive to doors and food
Friendliness A+ Tongue and tail always say, "I like you."
Effort A+ Aims high (especially to reach the table)
Perseverance A+ Relentless in games of Tug
Comments
Thunder's area of greatest improvement is his response to discipline regarding the begging for food at the table. He manifests good self-image and future leadership potential in the canine world.
My Rebuttal
Regarding the C+ in Neatness: I don't see the importance of having to put my toys in the Toy Box. Mom does that for me every day. And when she does, I just take them out so I have them ready for playtime. What is the purpose of putting away toys when I want to play with them?
Regarding the B+ in Hygiene: The grade I was given is a bit low. Not only do I clean my face and ears in Water Dish, but I also smell very good. Everyday I go outside and roll in dead squirrel, dead bird, or dead frog. I'll even roll in other animals' feces. So a dog with clean ears, clean face, and who smells really good ought to receive at least an A in this category.
Thought for you humans:
What honest assessment can you give yourself? What are your strengths? Your weaknesses? How can you make your strengths even stronger?
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
A Monster Under the Bed!
There's a monster under mom's bed! A real-life monster!
I love to play hide-and-seek with Mom. She'll say, "Where's Thunder?" Then I'll scoot myself under Mom's bed and close my eyes really tightly so Mom doesn't see me. She will keep calling me over and over again--"Thunder?? Thunder?? Where are you?--until finally she gets the bright idea to look under the bed.
When she looks under the bed and finds me and says, "There's my Thunder!," I open my eyes, wag my tail, and scoot back out from under the bed. Then we'll play a little bit until she says, "Where's Thunder?" and the whole game starts all over again.
Except the other day, I wasn't the only one under the bed. There was a monster there.
When Mom said her usual, "Where's Thunder?" and I scooted myself under the bed, the monster bit me on the tummy. I felt it and I yelped and scooted really fast back out from under the bed. I sat in Mom's lap and wimpered. She gave me lots of hugs and kisses as I tried to explain to her that there is a big monster under the bed. It is a big, scary, hairy, and furry monster that growls and slobbers and bites really hard!
Mom looked under the bed and said she couldn't see the monster. I told her, "Of course not! The monster can only be seen with dog-eyes!"
I was too scared to go back under the bed. I still am too scared to go under there.
But Mom believes me that there is a monster under the bed and we are trying to figure out how to get rid of under-the-bed-monsters. Do you have any ideas? I really want to play Hide-and-Seek with Mom, but I cannot until we get rid of the monster. I want to tell the monster that under the bed is my place to play, not its place!
Thought for you humans:
Of what are you afraid today? Is your fear real or based upon make believe?
I love to play hide-and-seek with Mom. She'll say, "Where's Thunder?" Then I'll scoot myself under Mom's bed and close my eyes really tightly so Mom doesn't see me. She will keep calling me over and over again--"Thunder?? Thunder?? Where are you?--until finally she gets the bright idea to look under the bed.
When she looks under the bed and finds me and says, "There's my Thunder!," I open my eyes, wag my tail, and scoot back out from under the bed. Then we'll play a little bit until she says, "Where's Thunder?" and the whole game starts all over again.
Except the other day, I wasn't the only one under the bed. There was a monster there.
When Mom said her usual, "Where's Thunder?" and I scooted myself under the bed, the monster bit me on the tummy. I felt it and I yelped and scooted really fast back out from under the bed. I sat in Mom's lap and wimpered. She gave me lots of hugs and kisses as I tried to explain to her that there is a big monster under the bed. It is a big, scary, hairy, and furry monster that growls and slobbers and bites really hard!
Mom looked under the bed and said she couldn't see the monster. I told her, "Of course not! The monster can only be seen with dog-eyes!"
I was too scared to go back under the bed. I still am too scared to go under there.
But Mom believes me that there is a monster under the bed and we are trying to figure out how to get rid of under-the-bed-monsters. Do you have any ideas? I really want to play Hide-and-Seek with Mom, but I cannot until we get rid of the monster. I want to tell the monster that under the bed is my place to play, not its place!
Thought for you humans:
Of what are you afraid today? Is your fear real or based upon make believe?
Thursday, December 8, 2011
The Joy of Waiting
It is not easy to wait for anything when you are a six-month old puppy like me!
Advent is a time of waiting. It is an important four weeks for Christians as they prepare their hearts and homes and wait to celebrate Christmas, the celebration of the birth of Jesus the Christ.
So I am learning to wait for Christmas, too. There is now a big tree in in my favorite corner of the living room where I love to take my naps. The tree is decorated with pretty bulbs and little lights. I'm not supposed to go near the tree, so I've got to wait until after Christmas when mom puts away the tree until I can take my naps in my favorite corner of the house.
Outside, there is a wonderful place in my yard that turns into a puddle of water whenever the sump pump goes off. I love slurping up the water that comes out of the sump pump hose! But now, because the weather here in Wisconsin is so very cold, the water turns into ice as soon as comes out. I've got to wait until the weather warms up before I can slurp up the water again.
The other day, when Mom and I were out walking, I discovered a dog toy. It is orange and black and filthy and torn up and full of dog slobber. Mom says it's a toy only a dog would love. I proudly carried that new dog toy with me for the remainder of our walk.
When we got close to our house, I took a little detour and went to my neighbor's house. In warm weather, my neighbor, Connie, likes to plant pretty flowers alongside her house. Now that it is cold outside, there are no flowers, just delicious dirt! So I went over by the dirt and, with the new dog toy hanging from my mouth, I promptly dug a nice hole in the dirt. The dirt felt cold, but it was still gooey and most importantly, very messy! I got dirt all over my paws and my face.
When the hole was dug, I gently placed that dog toy into the hole and then I used my nose to cover it up with more dirt. The dirt became a blanket to keep my new dog toy warm!
Then I sat down and looked at mom and said to her, "Now I've got to wait until springtime when Connie digs up her garden and discovers this dog toy! I can't wait until Connie finds it! It will be such a surprise!"
"Oh, it will be a great surprise!" Mom said.
That's the funny thing with waiting...at first it can be annoying, like having to find a new corner to take my naps or not being able to slurp up sump pump water when I want to, but then waiting can be very exciting because there can be many surprises that come along!
It's still not easy waiting for anything when you are a puppy. But this Advent, I am going to try to find the hidden blessings and surprises that times like Advent bring!
Thought for you humans:
How do you deal with waiting? Are you impatient? Are you calm enough to be open to new surprises?
Advent is a time of waiting. It is an important four weeks for Christians as they prepare their hearts and homes and wait to celebrate Christmas, the celebration of the birth of Jesus the Christ.
So I am learning to wait for Christmas, too. There is now a big tree in in my favorite corner of the living room where I love to take my naps. The tree is decorated with pretty bulbs and little lights. I'm not supposed to go near the tree, so I've got to wait until after Christmas when mom puts away the tree until I can take my naps in my favorite corner of the house.
Outside, there is a wonderful place in my yard that turns into a puddle of water whenever the sump pump goes off. I love slurping up the water that comes out of the sump pump hose! But now, because the weather here in Wisconsin is so very cold, the water turns into ice as soon as comes out. I've got to wait until the weather warms up before I can slurp up the water again.
The other day, when Mom and I were out walking, I discovered a dog toy. It is orange and black and filthy and torn up and full of dog slobber. Mom says it's a toy only a dog would love. I proudly carried that new dog toy with me for the remainder of our walk.
When we got close to our house, I took a little detour and went to my neighbor's house. In warm weather, my neighbor, Connie, likes to plant pretty flowers alongside her house. Now that it is cold outside, there are no flowers, just delicious dirt! So I went over by the dirt and, with the new dog toy hanging from my mouth, I promptly dug a nice hole in the dirt. The dirt felt cold, but it was still gooey and most importantly, very messy! I got dirt all over my paws and my face.
When the hole was dug, I gently placed that dog toy into the hole and then I used my nose to cover it up with more dirt. The dirt became a blanket to keep my new dog toy warm!
Then I sat down and looked at mom and said to her, "Now I've got to wait until springtime when Connie digs up her garden and discovers this dog toy! I can't wait until Connie finds it! It will be such a surprise!"
"Oh, it will be a great surprise!" Mom said.
That's the funny thing with waiting...at first it can be annoying, like having to find a new corner to take my naps or not being able to slurp up sump pump water when I want to, but then waiting can be very exciting because there can be many surprises that come along!
It's still not easy waiting for anything when you are a puppy. But this Advent, I am going to try to find the hidden blessings and surprises that times like Advent bring!
Thought for you humans:
How do you deal with waiting? Are you impatient? Are you calm enough to be open to new surprises?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Footwear Fetish
Hello. My name is Thunder. I have a Footwear Fetish.
I love all types of human footwear. I love slippers. I love tennis shoes. I love clogs. I love dress-up shoes. I love boots.
No, I do not want to wear these types of footwear. What I want is to carry each one of them very proudly, softly, and carefully in my mouth, then smother it in kisses, then chew on it gently, and finally lie right next to it. I must have some type of footwear next to me when I take my naps.
I love mom's shoes. I love Annie's slippers, Emily's slippers, Emily's boots, Sarah's boots, mom's slippers, and Marie's shoes.
And I found out today I absolutely and completely love Miriam's slippers.
I admit my Footwear Fetish problem here because today I got caught chewing up Miriam's slipper.
Here's what happened:
Today as I visited some of my human-friends, I found Miriam's slippers behind her bedroom door. I carefully carried one of them from behind the door into the living room. I tried not to prance so proudly and loudly so not to arouse any suspicion from Mom as to what I was up to.
The slipper was not at all heavy, so it made carrying it all the way to the living room undetected very easy.
I could see that Miriam took great care in her slipper. It was so soft. It had little pink flowers on the top. It tasted so flowery and sweet and perfumy when I started giving it kisses. And more kisses. And more kisses.
Soon the kissing turned into biting. And biting. And more biting. I bit the pretty pink flowers. I bit the leathery sides of the slipper. I bit the bottom of the slipper. I couldn't stop. I had to keep biting that slipper until nothing was left.
Then I was caught. "Aha!" exclaimed Mom. "Now I have proof you are the one carrying my slippers and shoes all over the house and chewing on them! What is Miriam going to say when she sees her slipper all chewed up? She needs to wear her slippers in these cold Wisconsin days to keep her feet warm! No more slippers for you!"
I just couldn't stop myself. I had no self-control. I had to keep eating up her slipper!
My name is Thunder. I have a Footwear Fetish.
Thought for you Humans:
What is your own guilty pleasure?
I love all types of human footwear. I love slippers. I love tennis shoes. I love clogs. I love dress-up shoes. I love boots.
No, I do not want to wear these types of footwear. What I want is to carry each one of them very proudly, softly, and carefully in my mouth, then smother it in kisses, then chew on it gently, and finally lie right next to it. I must have some type of footwear next to me when I take my naps.
I love mom's shoes. I love Annie's slippers, Emily's slippers, Emily's boots, Sarah's boots, mom's slippers, and Marie's shoes.
And I found out today I absolutely and completely love Miriam's slippers.
I admit my Footwear Fetish problem here because today I got caught chewing up Miriam's slipper.
Here's what happened:
Today as I visited some of my human-friends, I found Miriam's slippers behind her bedroom door. I carefully carried one of them from behind the door into the living room. I tried not to prance so proudly and loudly so not to arouse any suspicion from Mom as to what I was up to.
The slipper was not at all heavy, so it made carrying it all the way to the living room undetected very easy.
I could see that Miriam took great care in her slipper. It was so soft. It had little pink flowers on the top. It tasted so flowery and sweet and perfumy when I started giving it kisses. And more kisses. And more kisses.
Soon the kissing turned into biting. And biting. And more biting. I bit the pretty pink flowers. I bit the leathery sides of the slipper. I bit the bottom of the slipper. I couldn't stop. I had to keep biting that slipper until nothing was left.
Then I was caught. "Aha!" exclaimed Mom. "Now I have proof you are the one carrying my slippers and shoes all over the house and chewing on them! What is Miriam going to say when she sees her slipper all chewed up? She needs to wear her slippers in these cold Wisconsin days to keep her feet warm! No more slippers for you!"
I just couldn't stop myself. I had no self-control. I had to keep eating up her slipper!
My name is Thunder. I have a Footwear Fetish.
Thought for you Humans:
What is your own guilty pleasure?
Monday, November 28, 2011
Top Ten Reasons to be Thankful this Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving in the United States is a wonderful holiday where we, in part, remember everything for which we are grateful.
My top 10 reasons to be thankful this, my first, Thanksgiving:
10. Dog-Toy, Walrus, Squeaky Ball, Silly Ball, Ball, Squeaky Weights, Squeaky Dog, Squirrel, and Fuzzy Wuzzy Man-Toy.
9. Food Dish and and Water Dish. Sometimes Mom puts surprise foods in Food Dish, and sometimes she puts ice cubes in Water Dish. Yum!
8. Chasing everyone and everything.
7. Squirrels, birds, trees, geese, ducks, frogs, sticks, and fire hydrants.
6. The Dog Digestive System that allowed me to throw up in the middle of the night the very tasty chocolate truffle and its wrapper I ate Thanksgiving weekend.
5. My dog-friends (especially Ellie, Squiggy, Gus, Max, and Louis) and my human-friends (especially Marie, Ellen, AJ, Miriam, Stella, Annie, Dan, Jim, Melissa, Ben, Emily, Sarah, Alecia, Dr. Ann, and Mom).
4. Climbing into the dishwasher and cleaning dirty dishes. Yum! Yum! (See my photo below.)
3. Taking long walks, especially without a leash. My favorite places are Hobb's Woods, the Dog Park, and the cemetery.
2. Car rides. I don't care where I go, just as long as I can put my head out the window and pretend to soar like the birds!
1. Treats.
Thought for you humans:
What is your own Top 10 Reasons to be Thankful this Thanksgiving List?
My top 10 reasons to be thankful this, my first, Thanksgiving:
10. Dog-Toy, Walrus, Squeaky Ball, Silly Ball, Ball, Squeaky Weights, Squeaky Dog, Squirrel, and Fuzzy Wuzzy Man-Toy.
9. Food Dish and and Water Dish. Sometimes Mom puts surprise foods in Food Dish, and sometimes she puts ice cubes in Water Dish. Yum!
8. Chasing everyone and everything.
7. Squirrels, birds, trees, geese, ducks, frogs, sticks, and fire hydrants.
6. The Dog Digestive System that allowed me to throw up in the middle of the night the very tasty chocolate truffle and its wrapper I ate Thanksgiving weekend.
5. My dog-friends (especially Ellie, Squiggy, Gus, Max, and Louis) and my human-friends (especially Marie, Ellen, AJ, Miriam, Stella, Annie, Dan, Jim, Melissa, Ben, Emily, Sarah, Alecia, Dr. Ann, and Mom).
4. Climbing into the dishwasher and cleaning dirty dishes. Yum! Yum! (See my photo below.)
3. Taking long walks, especially without a leash. My favorite places are Hobb's Woods, the Dog Park, and the cemetery.
2. Car rides. I don't care where I go, just as long as I can put my head out the window and pretend to soar like the birds!
1. Treats.
Thought for you humans:
What is your own Top 10 Reasons to be Thankful this Thanksgiving List?
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Visiting the Dog-Emergency Room
I had to visit the Dog-Emergency Room yesterday.
The day started out in a fantastic way! Mom and I went to our friend Marie's house to help her put up Christmas decorations outside. I got to spend a lot of time outside, chasing leaves, saying hi to neighbors, and barking at the newspaper carrier. It started drizzling and so I got soaked and full of mud. It was the best day.
Then Marie and mom went to the garage to get out of the rain and I followed them. As they untangled strings of lights, I came across a little package of green pellets in the corner. I took a pellet in my mouth, chomped on it, and decided this was a tasty treat. I chomped on some more pellets and, because I have not yet learned how to chew with my mouth closed, I was chomping quite loudly, so loudly that mom heard me and literally flew across the garage to get out all those treats out of my mouth.
I didn't see what was the big deal. I was just enjoying some tasty treats, after all! Then Mom kept saying, "Thunder ate mouse poison! Thunder ate mouse poison!" I remember hearing the word "poison" before, like at home when I tried eating leaves off a plant or when I tried to eat dirt from the same plant. I can't eat anything that is called poison. So I guessed that the new treats I found were actually poison.
Mom and Marie whisked me into the kitchen and mom fed me something called hydrogen peroxide from a water bottle. It tasted horribly, and then they made me go outside so I could throw up. I threw up right away--over 3 times--and when I was finished, Marie and mom took me for a long car ride to the Dog-Emergency Room in Appleton.
On the way there, Marie and Mom said a prayer to St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals. It is a good thing that I wear a St. Francis of Assisi medal around my neck. I knew I was doubly protected then! St. Francis of Assisi would keep me safe!
The nice Dog Doctor at the Dog-Emergency Room gave me some charcoal to eat and I got black charcoal all over my beard. He gave mom some vitamin K pills to give me all month. Everyone expects me to live a long, long time.
While my day yesterday started out really well as I helped mom and Marie decorate outside, it ended with a trip to the Dog-Emergency Room.
I really don't like poison.
Thoughts for you humans:
What thoughts or actions are poisoning you? How will you take care of your poisons?
The day started out in a fantastic way! Mom and I went to our friend Marie's house to help her put up Christmas decorations outside. I got to spend a lot of time outside, chasing leaves, saying hi to neighbors, and barking at the newspaper carrier. It started drizzling and so I got soaked and full of mud. It was the best day.
Then Marie and mom went to the garage to get out of the rain and I followed them. As they untangled strings of lights, I came across a little package of green pellets in the corner. I took a pellet in my mouth, chomped on it, and decided this was a tasty treat. I chomped on some more pellets and, because I have not yet learned how to chew with my mouth closed, I was chomping quite loudly, so loudly that mom heard me and literally flew across the garage to get out all those treats out of my mouth.
I didn't see what was the big deal. I was just enjoying some tasty treats, after all! Then Mom kept saying, "Thunder ate mouse poison! Thunder ate mouse poison!" I remember hearing the word "poison" before, like at home when I tried eating leaves off a plant or when I tried to eat dirt from the same plant. I can't eat anything that is called poison. So I guessed that the new treats I found were actually poison.
Mom and Marie whisked me into the kitchen and mom fed me something called hydrogen peroxide from a water bottle. It tasted horribly, and then they made me go outside so I could throw up. I threw up right away--over 3 times--and when I was finished, Marie and mom took me for a long car ride to the Dog-Emergency Room in Appleton.
On the way there, Marie and Mom said a prayer to St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals. It is a good thing that I wear a St. Francis of Assisi medal around my neck. I knew I was doubly protected then! St. Francis of Assisi would keep me safe!
The nice Dog Doctor at the Dog-Emergency Room gave me some charcoal to eat and I got black charcoal all over my beard. He gave mom some vitamin K pills to give me all month. Everyone expects me to live a long, long time.
While my day yesterday started out really well as I helped mom and Marie decorate outside, it ended with a trip to the Dog-Emergency Room.
I really don't like poison.
Thoughts for you humans:
What thoughts or actions are poisoning you? How will you take care of your poisons?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Making Dreams Come True!
I did it!
I finally got the pinecone off the tree!
In our background, there is a nice everygreen tree that grows tiny pinecones in the summertime. It's a young tree, so it is not very big. It's just my size!
I like to go to the tree and play Tug with the branches! I do this every day, unless it is raining and then I can't even play outside at all!
I really like the smell of the pinecones, and I so wanted to eat one just to see if they taste as good as they smell. Did you know that pinecones are really stuck to branches? They are very hard to get off and eat! I tried getting a pinecone every day with no luck.
But one day, I decided it was the day to yank a pinecone off the branch. I went over to the tree and told it that I really wanted to get a pinecone and eat it. So I started pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling. One time I pulled so hard I fell onto my back! But mom kept cheering me on and then I knew I couldn't ever stop.
I wanted that pinecone. I set my sights on the moment I would I taste it in my mouth. So I kept pulling. And pulling. And pulling. And then....guess what? The pinecone popped off the tree and landed right in the middle of my mouth! I was jubilant at my success! I did it! I finally got that pinecone off and right in my mouth! I dreamed of this day and it was exciting in real life as it was in my dreams! Hooray for pinecones! Hooray for branches! Hooray for trees!
And the pinecone tasted even better than it smelled!
Thought for you humans:
What fills you with so much passion that you cannot give up until you have accomplished something? Who cheers you on?
I finally got the pinecone off the tree!
In our background, there is a nice everygreen tree that grows tiny pinecones in the summertime. It's a young tree, so it is not very big. It's just my size!
I like to go to the tree and play Tug with the branches! I do this every day, unless it is raining and then I can't even play outside at all!
I really like the smell of the pinecones, and I so wanted to eat one just to see if they taste as good as they smell. Did you know that pinecones are really stuck to branches? They are very hard to get off and eat! I tried getting a pinecone every day with no luck.
But one day, I decided it was the day to yank a pinecone off the branch. I went over to the tree and told it that I really wanted to get a pinecone and eat it. So I started pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling. One time I pulled so hard I fell onto my back! But mom kept cheering me on and then I knew I couldn't ever stop.
I wanted that pinecone. I set my sights on the moment I would I taste it in my mouth. So I kept pulling. And pulling. And pulling. And then....guess what? The pinecone popped off the tree and landed right in the middle of my mouth! I was jubilant at my success! I did it! I finally got that pinecone off and right in my mouth! I dreamed of this day and it was exciting in real life as it was in my dreams! Hooray for pinecones! Hooray for branches! Hooray for trees!
And the pinecone tasted even better than it smelled!
Thought for you humans:
What fills you with so much passion that you cannot give up until you have accomplished something? Who cheers you on?
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Trick or Treat Day
It's Trick or Treat Day at my house!
I was all excited for the day because anytime my mom says, "Treat!?!," I get so excited I can't even sit down! Mom said all kinds of trick or treaters would come to my house! I even put on my new Green Bay Packers shirt to get all dressed up because all the trick or treaters get dressed up. Mom said I looked so very handsome in my Packers shirt.
And then, the doorbell started ringing. Trick or treaters came to my door and loudly proclaimed, "Trick or Treat!" I was ready to show them a trick, like "shake" or even "go get it" so I could get a treat.
Imagine my shock when mom gave the trick or treaters pencils and pencil sharpeners as treats. (What would they do with pencils and pencil sharpeners? Treats are supposed to be food things!) All these trick or treaters came to my house to get treats for themselves, not to give me treats! Kids came to my door all afternoon and they had heaps and heaps and heaps of treats in their buckets and bags--all for them! No one gave me one treat. I was so sad.
I thought trick or treat was for me to show off all the things I can do and then get a treat!
I think Trick or Treat Day is a rip-off.
Maybe they should have a Trick or Treat Day just for dogs.
Thought for you Humans:
What has caught you by surprise lately?
I was all excited for the day because anytime my mom says, "Treat!?!," I get so excited I can't even sit down! Mom said all kinds of trick or treaters would come to my house! I even put on my new Green Bay Packers shirt to get all dressed up because all the trick or treaters get dressed up. Mom said I looked so very handsome in my Packers shirt.
And then, the doorbell started ringing. Trick or treaters came to my door and loudly proclaimed, "Trick or Treat!" I was ready to show them a trick, like "shake" or even "go get it" so I could get a treat.
Imagine my shock when mom gave the trick or treaters pencils and pencil sharpeners as treats. (What would they do with pencils and pencil sharpeners? Treats are supposed to be food things!) All these trick or treaters came to my house to get treats for themselves, not to give me treats! Kids came to my door all afternoon and they had heaps and heaps and heaps of treats in their buckets and bags--all for them! No one gave me one treat. I was so sad.
I thought trick or treat was for me to show off all the things I can do and then get a treat!
I think Trick or Treat Day is a rip-off.
Maybe they should have a Trick or Treat Day just for dogs.
Thought for you Humans:
What has caught you by surprise lately?
Friday, October 7, 2011
Taking Time to Smell the Flowers
One of my favorite things to do in mom's garden is to leap as high as I can into a bed of big impatiens flowers. Those flowers are very pretty--they are purple, red, pink, and white. I love to jump into them because they smell good and feel soft when I land on them.
The other day I pounced right into the flowers and then I pounced right back out! I couldn't enjoy the good smells or the softness of the flowers because something either bit me or stung me really bad! It hurt so much that I cried and howled and tried to run away from the pain but the pain kept following me and it wouldn't stop.
Mom picked me up and tried to make me feel better, but nothing took the pain away. Mom decided I needed an emergency visit to the Dog Doctor. I cried and howled the whole time mom drove me there; she made the sound of the ambulance. But when I got to the Dog Doctor, I stopped crying and howling and started wagging my tail. I couldn't let all those nice people at the Dog Doctor hear me in so much pain!
But they knew just what to do and, after some medicine and ice on my sting/bite, I got to go home.
I'm feeling better now.
Thought for You Humans:
Once in awhile, on our own life journeys, there are bites and stings along the way. But it's up to us to figure out how handle those bites and stings. Do you give up and never enjoy life again? Do you let other people or pets take care of you when you are in pain? Do you even let others know you are in pain? How do you go about living once you feel better?
The other day I pounced right into the flowers and then I pounced right back out! I couldn't enjoy the good smells or the softness of the flowers because something either bit me or stung me really bad! It hurt so much that I cried and howled and tried to run away from the pain but the pain kept following me and it wouldn't stop.
Mom picked me up and tried to make me feel better, but nothing took the pain away. Mom decided I needed an emergency visit to the Dog Doctor. I cried and howled the whole time mom drove me there; she made the sound of the ambulance. But when I got to the Dog Doctor, I stopped crying and howling and started wagging my tail. I couldn't let all those nice people at the Dog Doctor hear me in so much pain!
But they knew just what to do and, after some medicine and ice on my sting/bite, I got to go home.
I'm feeling better now.
Thought for You Humans:
Once in awhile, on our own life journeys, there are bites and stings along the way. But it's up to us to figure out how handle those bites and stings. Do you give up and never enjoy life again? Do you let other people or pets take care of you when you are in pain? Do you even let others know you are in pain? How do you go about living once you feel better?
Monday, September 19, 2011
Taking the High Road
I took the high road today.
Mom and I went for a wonderful walk to Hobb's Woods. It was a particularly a good-smelling walk because of all the rain from last night. The birds were all singing, and the chipmunks were, well, chipping away.
At the woods, there is a point where I must decide which path to take. The low path takes us really close to the creek. And the creek was higher today than usual which means the frogs would be out in full force and we all know how much I love to chase frogs.
The high path takes us through the woods and up and down hills. We get an extra workout because of all the hills. Plus, the birds were so happily singing and the ground just smelled so good.
In making such a decision, it means that I get to enjoy a lot of good things and it also means that I will have to give up some things.
So I chose the high path. I knew I would give up splashing in the creek, chasing frogs, and getting my paws all grubby. But the high path offered me its own treasures--running up and down hills, finding sticks to nibble upon, birds to chase. What a great day for such an adventure!
I chose the high road and I found my happiness!
Thought for you humans:
When have you had to make a decision whether to take the high road or the low road? When have you chosen to take the high road by being true to yourself and to your moral system? When have you taken the low road and forgot who you really are in favor of the status quo or making yourself look good? Is it easier to take the high road or the low road?
Mom and I went for a wonderful walk to Hobb's Woods. It was a particularly a good-smelling walk because of all the rain from last night. The birds were all singing, and the chipmunks were, well, chipping away.
At the woods, there is a point where I must decide which path to take. The low path takes us really close to the creek. And the creek was higher today than usual which means the frogs would be out in full force and we all know how much I love to chase frogs.
The high path takes us through the woods and up and down hills. We get an extra workout because of all the hills. Plus, the birds were so happily singing and the ground just smelled so good.
In making such a decision, it means that I get to enjoy a lot of good things and it also means that I will have to give up some things.
So I chose the high path. I knew I would give up splashing in the creek, chasing frogs, and getting my paws all grubby. But the high path offered me its own treasures--running up and down hills, finding sticks to nibble upon, birds to chase. What a great day for such an adventure!
I chose the high road and I found my happiness!
Thought for you humans:
When have you had to make a decision whether to take the high road or the low road? When have you chosen to take the high road by being true to yourself and to your moral system? When have you taken the low road and forgot who you really are in favor of the status quo or making yourself look good? Is it easier to take the high road or the low road?
Friday, September 16, 2011
An Open Letter to all Birds
Dear Birds,
Hello! My name is Thunder, and I am a puppy. Because I am a puppy, I like to sniff things, run fast, and chew on everything. But most of all, I like to chase. I chase trucks, cars, bikes, motorcycles, scooters, children, mom, squirrels, bunnies, and frogs.
I also like to chase birds.
I chase you birds because that is what I am supposed to do as a puppy. I don't want to catch you or even eat you. I just want a good game of chase. When I chase, the wind whistles through my ears and my nose. You have no idea what kinds of smells I encounter when I chase. Ah, a puppy's delight!
I want to smell the way you birds smell when your fly. I want to hear your wings flapping in the air. You are so lucky you have wings and can fly. I try flapping my four legs when I jump off the chair in my attempt to fly, but so far, I just flop to the ground. I can't fly, but I sure can chase.
So, please, birds, don't be scared when I try to chase you. Don't sit on rooftops squawking at me or talking about me behind my back. Please don't spread unkind rumors to the other birds that I am out to chase them and eat them.
I mean no harm. I just love to chase. And you love to fly. I think we can make great partners.
Love,
Thunder, the Dog.
Thought for you humans:
When have you felt unfairly judged? When do you unfairly judge others? When have you felt your motives were misunderstood?
Hello! My name is Thunder, and I am a puppy. Because I am a puppy, I like to sniff things, run fast, and chew on everything. But most of all, I like to chase. I chase trucks, cars, bikes, motorcycles, scooters, children, mom, squirrels, bunnies, and frogs.
I also like to chase birds.
I chase you birds because that is what I am supposed to do as a puppy. I don't want to catch you or even eat you. I just want a good game of chase. When I chase, the wind whistles through my ears and my nose. You have no idea what kinds of smells I encounter when I chase. Ah, a puppy's delight!
I want to smell the way you birds smell when your fly. I want to hear your wings flapping in the air. You are so lucky you have wings and can fly. I try flapping my four legs when I jump off the chair in my attempt to fly, but so far, I just flop to the ground. I can't fly, but I sure can chase.
So, please, birds, don't be scared when I try to chase you. Don't sit on rooftops squawking at me or talking about me behind my back. Please don't spread unkind rumors to the other birds that I am out to chase them and eat them.
I mean no harm. I just love to chase. And you love to fly. I think we can make great partners.
Love,
Thunder, the Dog.
Thought for you humans:
When have you felt unfairly judged? When do you unfairly judge others? When have you felt your motives were misunderstood?
Monday, September 12, 2011
Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Hobb's Woods is my most absolute favorite place in the world. (Actually, my food dish is my most favorite place.) Hobb's Woods is filled with all kinds of smelly things, like flowers and dead animals. I can run around there without a leash, as long as I stay on the trails. There is a wonderful creek there, too. I love to splash around in the creek and get my paws cooled off and slather my whole body full of mud. The best part is when I chase frogs from the rocks into the creek.
That's how I slid in between two rocks and got stuck and mom had to pull me out. I saw a darling little frog nestled on the rock and I just had to chase it, but the frog hopped away so fast! I ran faster on the rocks to get the frog, but my paws slid on the rocks and I fell in between two of them. My two front paws were up on a rock and my two back paws were hanging in the water. I started to shake because I got a little scared of what happened. But then mom came and dragged me out.
You could say that I was stuck between a rock and a hard place at Hobb's Woods!
Thought for you humans:
When was the last time you were stuck between a rock and a hard place? What decision did you need to make but had a hard time figuring out what to do? How did you make your decision? Were you happy with it, or did you change your mind? Did you have someone help make your decision?
That's how I slid in between two rocks and got stuck and mom had to pull me out. I saw a darling little frog nestled on the rock and I just had to chase it, but the frog hopped away so fast! I ran faster on the rocks to get the frog, but my paws slid on the rocks and I fell in between two of them. My two front paws were up on a rock and my two back paws were hanging in the water. I started to shake because I got a little scared of what happened. But then mom came and dragged me out.
You could say that I was stuck between a rock and a hard place at Hobb's Woods!
Thought for you humans:
When was the last time you were stuck between a rock and a hard place? What decision did you need to make but had a hard time figuring out what to do? How did you make your decision? Were you happy with it, or did you change your mind? Did you have someone help make your decision?
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Finding My Bark-Voice
Mom says I found my bark-voice! I always knew my bark-voice was somewhere within me, and now I feel confident enough to let it out!
My bark-voice comes out in three ways:
Woof!
This means that something has caught my attention, like a sudden noise or something that is unfamiliar to me. I will Woof! when I see a dog across the street when I am taking a walk with mom or when I see an ant on the ground. I will also Woof! when I am playing with any of my dog-friends as a way to get their attention!
Bark!
This means, "Mom! Come quick!" or "Mom! I'm still waiting for my treat!" or "Mom! Give me a boost onto the couch!" or "Mom! I can't get the ball out from under the table!" or "Mom! Open the car door so I can jump in!" or "Mom! Let me onto your bed!" or "Mom! I've got to go outside! Hurry!"
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This is my urgent, warning voice. I will use this bark-voice when the garbage truck wakes me up or when Ellie, my neighbor dog-friend, is outside or when a motorcycle drives by the house or when bicyclists pedal by or when the sump pump goes off and water comes out of the hose when I have my nose stuck inside it or when our neighbors are mowing their lawns. Mom says I have to be careful using this bark-voice because I tend to overuse it and it's hard for me to settle down once I get going.
I'm glad I found my bark-voice and can let it out.There are just some things about which I must speak up and be heard!
Thought for you humans:
Have you found your voice yet? What is your voice? About what are you so passionate that you must speak up and not remain silent? How do you get others to listen to you?
My bark-voice comes out in three ways:
Woof!
This means that something has caught my attention, like a sudden noise or something that is unfamiliar to me. I will Woof! when I see a dog across the street when I am taking a walk with mom or when I see an ant on the ground. I will also Woof! when I am playing with any of my dog-friends as a way to get their attention!
Bark!
This means, "Mom! Come quick!" or "Mom! I'm still waiting for my treat!" or "Mom! Give me a boost onto the couch!" or "Mom! I can't get the ball out from under the table!" or "Mom! Open the car door so I can jump in!" or "Mom! Let me onto your bed!" or "Mom! I've got to go outside! Hurry!"
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This is my urgent, warning voice. I will use this bark-voice when the garbage truck wakes me up or when Ellie, my neighbor dog-friend, is outside or when a motorcycle drives by the house or when bicyclists pedal by or when the sump pump goes off and water comes out of the hose when I have my nose stuck inside it or when our neighbors are mowing their lawns. Mom says I have to be careful using this bark-voice because I tend to overuse it and it's hard for me to settle down once I get going.
I'm glad I found my bark-voice and can let it out.There are just some things about which I must speak up and be heard!
Thought for you humans:
Have you found your voice yet? What is your voice? About what are you so passionate that you must speak up and not remain silent? How do you get others to listen to you?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Biting Off St. Agnes' Head
I bit off St. Agnes' head the other day.
St. Agnes was a young girl who lived in the third and fourth centuries. She did not want to marry a boy and give up being pure, so she was killed. Ergo, she is called a martyr because she died for her faith.
Among other things, St. Agnes is the patron saint of gardeners. Mom and I love to garden. Plus, mom is a Sister of St. Agnes.
To remind her of these things, mom had a statue of St. Agnes on her bookshelf. When mom was puppy-proofing her house before I moved in, she forgot to move St. Agnes to a higher shelf. So, being the inquisitive puppy I am, one day I found St. Agnes on that bookshelf and promptly took her in my mouth.
That's how I came to bite off St. Agnes' head.
Thought for you humans:
Whose head did you bite off today? Did doing so make you feel important and powerful? Or did someone bite your head off? How do you feel when this happens to you? What is a better way of handling things than by biting people's heads off? What will you do the next time when you feel like biting off someone's head or when someone tries to bite your head off?
St. Agnes was a young girl who lived in the third and fourth centuries. She did not want to marry a boy and give up being pure, so she was killed. Ergo, she is called a martyr because she died for her faith.
Among other things, St. Agnes is the patron saint of gardeners. Mom and I love to garden. Plus, mom is a Sister of St. Agnes.
To remind her of these things, mom had a statue of St. Agnes on her bookshelf. When mom was puppy-proofing her house before I moved in, she forgot to move St. Agnes to a higher shelf. So, being the inquisitive puppy I am, one day I found St. Agnes on that bookshelf and promptly took her in my mouth.
That's how I came to bite off St. Agnes' head.
Thought for you humans:
Whose head did you bite off today? Did doing so make you feel important and powerful? Or did someone bite your head off? How do you feel when this happens to you? What is a better way of handling things than by biting people's heads off? What will you do the next time when you feel like biting off someone's head or when someone tries to bite your head off?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Mountains and Molehills
There are two big and scary monsters in my neighborhood! But mom says I like to make mountains out of molehills.
The first monster is a big and green and noisy thing. It harumphs so loudly that it wakes me up every Monday morning. You should see its mouth! It is so big that it can scoop up one entire garbage can in one gulp. Now I bark at it to scare it away, but it doesn't go away. It keeps slurping up garbage cans and harumphing its way down the street.
The second monster is very, very quiet. It is a little taller than I am and stands very still. It just stares at me. I try to make it move or smile when I bark at it, but it doesn't budge. This monster is as scary as the big green monster I hear every Monday morning because it is so quiet and unpredictable!
Mom says the first monster is a garbage truck; she says the second monster is a grill. She says when I know what those things are then I won't be too afraid of them.
Mom tells me not to make mountains out of molehills by making things what they are not. A garbage truck is just a garbage truck, not a monster. A grill is just a grill, not a monster. I will try keeping that in mind the next time I see a grill and next Monday morning.
Thought for you humans:
What are your mountains that you created out of molehills? Why did you make your molehills into mountains? Wouldn't it be freer just to deal with your molehills as they are and not make them into something they really are not?
The first monster is a big and green and noisy thing. It harumphs so loudly that it wakes me up every Monday morning. You should see its mouth! It is so big that it can scoop up one entire garbage can in one gulp. Now I bark at it to scare it away, but it doesn't go away. It keeps slurping up garbage cans and harumphing its way down the street.
The second monster is very, very quiet. It is a little taller than I am and stands very still. It just stares at me. I try to make it move or smile when I bark at it, but it doesn't budge. This monster is as scary as the big green monster I hear every Monday morning because it is so quiet and unpredictable!
Mom says the first monster is a garbage truck; she says the second monster is a grill. She says when I know what those things are then I won't be too afraid of them.
Mom tells me not to make mountains out of molehills by making things what they are not. A garbage truck is just a garbage truck, not a monster. A grill is just a grill, not a monster. I will try keeping that in mind the next time I see a grill and next Monday morning.
Thought for you humans:
What are your mountains that you created out of molehills? Why did you make your molehills into mountains? Wouldn't it be freer just to deal with your molehills as they are and not make them into something they really are not?
Friday, August 19, 2011
Dealing With Sadness and Unhappiness
They say that dogs can pick up on something when humans are not feeling happy. I can attest to that.
Today I got to see Ellen, who is Gus' mom (Gus was and is my first dog-friend), for the first time in a week. Ellen is feeling sad because her mom died. I would be sad, too, if my mom died. So when I saw Ellen, I did what I could only do--I offered her my kisses, my soft and clean-smelling fur (I had to have a bath this morning), my silliness, and my tummy for Ellen to scratch. I let her give me lots of kisses and hugs, too. We played, too.
Yesterday I did the same thing to mom. Every time when mom comes home, I greet her at the door with an abundance of energy and lots of kisses. But yesterday when mom came home, she was fake-happy, so I knew she needed something other than all my energy and kisses. I offered her all I could--I sat at her feet when she came in the door and, when she scooped me up as she always does when we see each other after being separated for any amount of time, I snuggled into her. We had a snuggle buggle. I didn't get all wiggly and giggly like I always do when mom is for-real happy. I let her give me lots of hugs. We had a quiet moment instead of the hyper moment we usually have.
I couldn't take away Ellen's sadness or mom's unhappiness, but that's not my job. I'm just supposed to give them--and anyone in need of some pastoral care--unconditional love and acceptance.
So yes, we dogs can tell when you humans are not feeling too well. We will offer ourselves to you in special ways. After all, they say we dogs are conduits between the sad and unhappy person with the love and acceptance of God.
Thought for you humans:
How do you deal with your own sadness and unhappiness? How are you when others are sad and unhappy?
Today I got to see Ellen, who is Gus' mom (Gus was and is my first dog-friend), for the first time in a week. Ellen is feeling sad because her mom died. I would be sad, too, if my mom died. So when I saw Ellen, I did what I could only do--I offered her my kisses, my soft and clean-smelling fur (I had to have a bath this morning), my silliness, and my tummy for Ellen to scratch. I let her give me lots of kisses and hugs, too. We played, too.
Yesterday I did the same thing to mom. Every time when mom comes home, I greet her at the door with an abundance of energy and lots of kisses. But yesterday when mom came home, she was fake-happy, so I knew she needed something other than all my energy and kisses. I offered her all I could--I sat at her feet when she came in the door and, when she scooped me up as she always does when we see each other after being separated for any amount of time, I snuggled into her. We had a snuggle buggle. I didn't get all wiggly and giggly like I always do when mom is for-real happy. I let her give me lots of hugs. We had a quiet moment instead of the hyper moment we usually have.
I couldn't take away Ellen's sadness or mom's unhappiness, but that's not my job. I'm just supposed to give them--and anyone in need of some pastoral care--unconditional love and acceptance.
So yes, we dogs can tell when you humans are not feeling too well. We will offer ourselves to you in special ways. After all, they say we dogs are conduits between the sad and unhappy person with the love and acceptance of God.
Thought for you humans:
How do you deal with your own sadness and unhappiness? How are you when others are sad and unhappy?
Monday, August 15, 2011
First Hair Cut
Today I visited the Doggie Spa to get my first haircut because my fur is taking over my face and I couldn't see too well through all the fur. When I got there, there were other puppies and together we played chase-and-slide-on-the-slippery-floor-and-crash-into-the-wall for a long time. I cried during my haircut because the scissors the Dog Haircutter Lady used were so huge and so close to my eyes that I was scared that I was going to die. But I didn't and I got some treats when the whole ordeal was over. Then I took a long nap until mom picked me up.
I liked the Doggie Spa because now I can see better. But I didn't like all the noise there! There were dogs barking, dogs crying, blow dryers, clippers...too much noise! I really like being home where it is quiet and I can listen to the birds singing.
Thought for you humans:
How often do you experience silence in your day? Do you miss silence when you are in a noisy place? Are you scared of silence like I'm scared of noises?
I liked the Doggie Spa because now I can see better. But I didn't like all the noise there! There were dogs barking, dogs crying, blow dryers, clippers...too much noise! I really like being home where it is quiet and I can listen to the birds singing.
Thought for you humans:
How often do you experience silence in your day? Do you miss silence when you are in a noisy place? Are you scared of silence like I'm scared of noises?
Sunday, August 14, 2011
A Perfect Day!
Today was the most perfect day! This morning my mom took me on a long walk--not the usual going-to-2-corners-walk but a four-corners-walk! It was fabulous! The new sights and new smells were amazing! Plus I got to play with two girls taking a walk. What made this 4-corners-walk even better was how happy mom was of me because I went for a walk for the first time on my blue leash! I didn't bite the leash or act stubborn by sitting down. I walked like a big boy with my own blue leash! Hooray!
(I guess I had the leash coming. My mom took me to the Dog Doctor on Friday to get some puppy shots and all dogs have to wear a leash at the Dog Doctor. So mom put one on me and I pranced around and showed off how good I could walk on a leash. I never walked so good on a leash for mom before! Now, because of my vanity, I'm stuck with that leash for every single walk now!)
Then my mom and her friend Marie took me to the Puppy Dog Park! That was also fabulous! I played with Ebony, a 3-legged Black Lab, and I played with Dani, a chihuahua. I played ball with Ebony and I played chase with Dani. Ebony is so big, and Dani is very small, smaller than I am, even! We had a lot of fun.
Yes, it was the perfect day. Good walk. Good Dog Park. And then good naps the rest of the day!
Thought for you humans:
How do you describe your perfect day? When are you going to have your perfect day? What holds you back from having your perfect day?
(I guess I had the leash coming. My mom took me to the Dog Doctor on Friday to get some puppy shots and all dogs have to wear a leash at the Dog Doctor. So mom put one on me and I pranced around and showed off how good I could walk on a leash. I never walked so good on a leash for mom before! Now, because of my vanity, I'm stuck with that leash for every single walk now!)
Then my mom and her friend Marie took me to the Puppy Dog Park! That was also fabulous! I played with Ebony, a 3-legged Black Lab, and I played with Dani, a chihuahua. I played ball with Ebony and I played chase with Dani. Ebony is so big, and Dani is very small, smaller than I am, even! We had a lot of fun.
Yes, it was the perfect day. Good walk. Good Dog Park. And then good naps the rest of the day!
Thought for you humans:
How do you describe your perfect day? When are you going to have your perfect day? What holds you back from having your perfect day?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My Chores
We all have to do something to keep this Earth spinning. I help my mom a lot with the flowers outside by ripping off their leaves. I also like to dig up the grass so the dirt can see the sun. And I like to pick up sticks.
All these jobs are important because it contributes to the greater good. If I didn't rip off the leaves off of the flowers, then who would? The dirt wouldn't get to enjoy the sun if I didn't dig up the grace. Plus, the Earth wouldn't be as pretty if I didn't move the sticks around.
I also notice that the butterflies, bees, and the birds have their own jobs, too. We all need each other to keep things pretty.
Thought for you humans:
What creative things do you do to contribute to the well-being of this Earth and its inhabitants? What are your chores?
All these jobs are important because it contributes to the greater good. If I didn't rip off the leaves off of the flowers, then who would? The dirt wouldn't get to enjoy the sun if I didn't dig up the grace. Plus, the Earth wouldn't be as pretty if I didn't move the sticks around.
I also notice that the butterflies, bees, and the birds have their own jobs, too. We all need each other to keep things pretty.
Thought for you humans:
What creative things do you do to contribute to the well-being of this Earth and its inhabitants? What are your chores?
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Making New Friends
I am now two months old!
There is a dog who lives next door to me. Her name is Ellie. She is not like me. She is a different color. She is taller than I am. She is a girl. She has a big girl bark.
I didn't like Ellie at first because she is different. But in a couple days, I tried to coax her into a game of chase. I ran around her. I sniffed her.
On another day when I tried to get to know Ellie better, I flopped in the grass. I looked at her. I barked at her.
It is not easy to get to know someone who is different than me! But just because Ellie is different than I am doesn't mean that I can't be a good neighbor to her.
I hope Ellie and I can be good friends some day!
Thought for you humans:
Whom do you consider different? How do you get to know people who are different from you? Do you think we should be good neighbors to each other, or should we just ignore each other and leave each other alone?
There is a dog who lives next door to me. Her name is Ellie. She is not like me. She is a different color. She is taller than I am. She is a girl. She has a big girl bark.
I didn't like Ellie at first because she is different. But in a couple days, I tried to coax her into a game of chase. I ran around her. I sniffed her.
On another day when I tried to get to know Ellie better, I flopped in the grass. I looked at her. I barked at her.
It is not easy to get to know someone who is different than me! But just because Ellie is different than I am doesn't mean that I can't be a good neighbor to her.
I hope Ellie and I can be good friends some day!
Thought for you humans:
Whom do you consider different? How do you get to know people who are different from you? Do you think we should be good neighbors to each other, or should we just ignore each other and leave each other alone?
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Home-Schooling
I am home schooled. My favorite subjects are Sit, Stay, and Down. I also like Free Time where I can play with all my toys, Nap Time where I can put my head down for a few minutes, and Snack Time where I can eat my Treats.
Yesterday I took a field trip to a new house to visit two new dog-friends, Hershey and Rocket. Hershey is a little bigger than me, but Rocket is huge! Even though Rocket is so much bigger than me I used a big boy bark and got him to play with me and chase me and pull me with his Tug Toy. Rocket has a lot of energy and he can run fast and jump over me really high. Hershey is brown (he is called a Field Spaniel), and Rocket is brown and white (he is called a German Shorthair).
I like to be home schooled.
Reflection Question for You Humans:
What are your favorite subjects in life? About what do you like to learn? Do you take field trips? If you do, where do you go?
Yesterday I took a field trip to a new house to visit two new dog-friends, Hershey and Rocket. Hershey is a little bigger than me, but Rocket is huge! Even though Rocket is so much bigger than me I used a big boy bark and got him to play with me and chase me and pull me with his Tug Toy. Rocket has a lot of energy and he can run fast and jump over me really high. Hershey is brown (he is called a Field Spaniel), and Rocket is brown and white (he is called a German Shorthair).
I like to be home schooled.
Reflection Question for You Humans:
What are your favorite subjects in life? About what do you like to learn? Do you take field trips? If you do, where do you go?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
My Favorite Things
These are a few of my favorite things:
(1) Gus. Gus is my new favorite dog-friend. He is white and a Terrier dog. Everyone says he looks so much bigger compared to me! He is showing me how to play and how to protect my food. Gus is a good friend. He knows a lot! Gus lives in a different house.
(2) Treat. Treat is my new favorite word. It's a pretty word left, right, up, and down. It's fun to say. Treat. Treat. And I know when my new mom says, "Treat?!," I get something that is fun to eat!
(3) Kong Toy. Kong Toy is my new favorite toy. It is my only toy that gives me treats! All I have to do is push Kong Toy with my nose and treats come out of it. Kong Toy is very generous for doing that! I want to be generous like Kong Toy.
Today's Thought for You Humans:
What are your favorite things? Who is your favorite friend? Your favorite word? Your favorite toy?
(1) Gus. Gus is my new favorite dog-friend. He is white and a Terrier dog. Everyone says he looks so much bigger compared to me! He is showing me how to play and how to protect my food. Gus is a good friend. He knows a lot! Gus lives in a different house.
(2) Treat. Treat is my new favorite word. It's a pretty word left, right, up, and down. It's fun to say. Treat. Treat. And I know when my new mom says, "Treat?!," I get something that is fun to eat!
(3) Kong Toy. Kong Toy is my new favorite toy. It is my only toy that gives me treats! All I have to do is push Kong Toy with my nose and treats come out of it. Kong Toy is very generous for doing that! I want to be generous like Kong Toy.
Today's Thought for You Humans:
What are your favorite things? Who is your favorite friend? Your favorite word? Your favorite toy?
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Move-In Day
I made it! I am in my new home and so far I like it! There are so many things to discover--my new toys and all the pretty flowers in the yard.
This is a big adventure. I had to leave behind all my family and everything that was known to me. I had to trust that I will be taken care of and have all the food and toys and love I need.
A Question for You Humans:
What big adventure awaits you? What are you willing to give up in order to have that big adventure?
This is a big adventure. I had to leave behind all my family and everything that was known to me. I had to trust that I will be taken care of and have all the food and toys and love I need.
A Question for You Humans:
What big adventure awaits you? What are you willing to give up in order to have that big adventure?
Friday, July 22, 2011
Getting Ready to Move!
I move to my new home on Sunday. Transitions are not always easy, but this video helps me see what my job is once I get there:
http://youtu.be/H17edn_RZoY
http://youtu.be/H17edn_RZoY
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