Canine University Day 6 and 7

I didn't learn anything new to teach the humans this week. We went to Ted Drewes after class last week though!

(That's not me, my brain would never fit inside that small cup)

Canine University Day 4 and 5, etc.

Because of Memorial Day we covered two weeks worth of material in just one action-packed evening. We did a lot of walking around cones, stopping, and restarting. Whoopdy-freakin'-do... I chose not to comply with the short one. I'm not really sure why, it just felt right. They've got me doing a new thing, it's quite liberating actually. They are telling me to stand, instead of just sitting and lying down. This is interesting because it pretty much goes against everything they've ever taught me, but I really love treats, so I'll do whatever. I was also able to express my disgust for any type of dog bedding. I refused to lie down on a big, smelly, hairy dog pillow. I'll lie on the cold, hard concrete thank you very much.

Now I'll share with you some other things we've done lately...

There was a baby Robin that jumped the nest last week. I got a great picture of it, choosing not to eat it, but to let it thrive in the wilderness of our backyard.


On Monday, we loaded up the car and I moped a bit at first since I thought they were either taking me to the vet or class (since that's the only place they take me these days)...


To my surprise, we turned toward Castlewood Park (among my favorites). Eventually I figured out that we would see some really great views and take in a little Meramec River goodness.

Canine University Day 3 & Stuff

Both humans left together this morning, which is unusual, but when the short one came home after work, the tall one was nowhere to be seen. Not cool. Shorty is watching the baseball game right now and commented how lucky the tall one is to see such a great game...I heard her say the Cardinals are beating the Dodgers, 8-1, in the bottom of the 6th. I'm not sure what that all means, but I'm pretty sure it's good, and I'm pretty sure the tall one must be at the game. Man, I wish he'd just come home!

Anyway, back to my night at school. I figured I'd better take advantage of the short one since the tall one is M.I.A. tonight. They kept trying to get me to do a bunch of stuff I already knew, so I chose to be severely distracted and distant, choosing only to "sit" when I darn well felt like it. I played the pity card numerous times and anxiously looked toward the door, as if to imply that I was looking for Tall Boy. The teacher fell for it every time and excused my unruly behavior. She even laughed a few times. Humans are awesome! They're so gullible.

Canine University Day 2

First off, I'm a chick magnet...

I took the owners to Qdoba, a mexican Subway, and while the short one was inside ordering the food, I took the tall one for a walk along the strip mall. Whilst strolling, two chicks stopped me and demanded that they be allowed a thorough petting. This was alright by me, but the tall one kept ruining the whole thing by reminding these hotties that the short one was inside getting the food... so much for that.

School was boring, basically an extension of what I taught them last week. I made sure to run to the correct person each time I told them to call me. We did some "heel" commands, where I stop the walkee and restart them a couple times, with a turn thrown in for good measure.

I also met a new dog friend (sort of). His name is Buster, and he is a Hurricane Katrina dog. He's a little mixed up, for two reasons:

1. He doesn't really know for sure what breed he is. He's got Cattle Dog spots on his back, but he looks like Norm in the face (which is it buddy?)
2. He thinks it's OK to sniff me.
   

More later...

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.