Canine University Day 1

I took the owners to school this evening. It was a strange affair, I did a lot of sitting, lying around, and nervous whimpering. The teacher lady took me away from the short one and used me as an example to show the other dogs how to sit. I did that with little effort, then, when she wanted me to run to get a treat from her, I ran back to the short one. The teacher lady tried to give me one of her nasty liver treats, but I spit it out.

Later in the class, the short one had me sit on one end of the class, then she walked to the other end. I waited patiently, then when she called me I ran back to the tall one. They seemed a little frustrated, but I knew the tall one had the treat stash, so who's the dumb one now, eh?

My last trick that I worked on with the owners was the "wait" "command". I had the tall one walk me to the door, then I had him tell me to "wait" --- as in a short "stay". He walked a few steps away, and when he called me, I took one look at him and ran the opposite way to the short one (I could still smell treat dust on her hands)

Just to show off, I did the whole "balance the treat on my nose" trick a few times (see earlier blog entry "I rock the Google Video".

All in all, I think the owners will learn to treat me with more respect and see just how majestic and great a dog I really am after this semester is over...

doom Doom DOOM!

Last Tuesday morning I jumped in the car with the alpha male for what I thought was a really fun walk at the park. Maybe even a jog, who knows... Well was I surprised when he dropped me off at that place of sharp torture needles and white lab coats. Yeah, you heard it, he dropped me off! He didn't stay with me as they made me very sleepy for a while. When I woke up, my foot and teeth hurt something aweful. I felt around in my mouth with my tongue and noticed that I was missing one of my big teeth! Dang, they stole it. I tried to let the big dope know when he picked me up, but I was too sleepy, and he kept thinking that my futile notions were warning him that Timmy had fallen into the old well.

I snapped this picture as proof of the theft of my big molar tooth.
















More bad news... today, the big oaf took me to the place where they buy me food and treats (something about pets like me being really smart). I'm thinking that he enrolled me in some sort of school. I'm hoping that I don't flunk out like my friend Norm.

Y-E-S!!

Warning: Do not read this post if you have not yet watched Americal Idol from last night...

I love this great country that we live in, and I am so glad that Idol fans have finally gotten a clue. Adios, Sanjaya!

Life is good.

I'm Just Glad She Didn't Hit the House

Here's a picture of me checking out the scene of the crime. She (the short one) thought it was so funny, ha ha, but it could have been me sitting back there, patiently waiting for her to come home from work. It's a good thing she heard the noise of the bush hitting the car or else she'd have gone right into the garage...
















Here's some more pictoral evidence:


















Also, the tall one went on a camping trip (WITHOUT ME --- GOSH!) and lost the digital camera. I had them run out and get me a new one last night. They came back with this tiny Canon SD1000. Nice features, but it's really tough to use all of the small controls with my massive paws.