That’s it. I’ve had it. I’ve done everything I can to make him hate me. I lick his nose all the time. I bark at him when he gets off the couch, when he comes in from a walk, when he’s getting ready for a walk. I just don’t get it. Why does he love me SO MUCH? Last night, he really crossed the line.
I mean WTH? Do I want to cuddle? NO, I do not want to cuddle. YES, there is plenty of room for both of us on this bed. But does that mean we both need to lay here together? NO.
As you can see, I had no choice but to go to my man cave. At least he can’t fit in there. This morning, I packed up and asked mom to take me to Grandma’s for a few days for some peace and quiet. At least I know that Allie isn’t going to try to cuddle with me. Mom begged me to change my mind, but let’s be honest – with mom and dad going to Minnesota and Moby’s buddy Michael coming to stay at the house, Moby is just going to be all the more cuddly. Don’t worry though, I told mom that she could pick me up when they got back to town. (Sorry, Michael for making you take over the cuddling duty – I just couldn’t take it anymore!).
This weekend Mom was lazy and only took me for a couple of walks. She and dad did do work in the backyard and I got to run around with them a lot though, so I guess that counts for something. When we weren’t walking or playing in the backyard, we were napping on the couch. And Boney was going WAY beyond his personal space!
It’s okay though, I got him back later!Really I don’t mind it when he snuggles with me – he’s pretty fuzzy so he keeps me warm!
Do you snuggle with your brothers or sisters?
It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since our boy left us. While he left a big hole in my heart that will never be completely whole, I know that he is still with me in his little ways. I love you buddy, and always will.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. But we don’t always have to wait until Thanksgiving to be thankful, or to say what we are thankful for! I am thankful that I have never had to know what the inside of a shelter looks like. I’m thankful that I get fed meals twice a day and get lots of treats in between. I’m thankful that I have laps and blankets to lay on. I’m thankful for warm clothes when it is cold. I guess I’m thankful that I have a little brother that lets me kiss him even though he knows I’m trying to annoy him. I’m thankful for a mom and dad that would do anything for me.
What are you thankful for?
This weekend, Grammie and Grandpa came to visit me! Well, they said they came to visit all of us, but I think they just didn’t want to hurt mom, dad or Boney’s feelings. Grammie brought lots of treats which she was happy to hand out whenever she went into the kitchen. Grandpa had a bum shoulder so he couldn’t play tug as much as last time, but he still played a good bit with me. We went for long walks and I showed them around my favorite walking spots. We relaxed a lot too. They had to leave to go home today, but I made sure they had a little dog hair on them so they’d remember what a great time they had with me and come back soon!
Happy Bark-day to You! Happy Bark-day to You! Happy Bark-day to Mo-om! Happy Bark-day to You!
Mom, I just want you to know that even though dad adopted me first and raised me for the first couple years of my life, I’m glad you came along and gave me a middle name. Your lap is my favorite when you have blankie. You give out more treats than dad. If you weren’t here, how would I get up in the bed to cuddle with dad in the mornings? Thanks for everything you do to take care of me. I’ll forgive you for bringing my brothers and sisters into the house.
How to give The Stink Eye:
Step 1. Find a comfortable space to sit, lay or stand.
Step 2. Shut your eyes about half way (kind of like when you get sleepy)
Step 3. If you have pointy-up ears, slick them back against your head. If you have floppy ears, try to put them back like you’re listening hard for something.
Step 4. Tilt your head just a bit.
Step 5. Get the attention of whoever you are delivering the stink eye to and give it your best!
When to give the stink eye:
You aren’t getting enough treats.
You aren’t getting enough walks.
You aren’t getting enough attention.
There aren’t any/enough toys on the floor.
Dinner is in 15 minutes and you’re starving.
They’re about to leave you to go to “work.”
Here are a couple good examples of what The Stink Eye should look like.
Let’s see your best versions of The Stink Eye! Post them here or on our facebook page!
A while back I read an article about walking the dog. I don’t remember who wrote it or where I read it, so I can’t share of give credit where credit is due (sorry!). But the point of the article was to remind us that walking wasn’t for us, it was for our dogs.
I used to think of going for a walk as a form of exercise. I’ve started to think of it now as Moby’s way to experience the things we take for granted. I had grand illusions of running with him, teaching him agility, playing frisbee and ball for hours. But Moby has different ideas. While he’s extremely athletic, he tires easily. He’d much rather go for a leisurely walk than go for a run. So that’s what we do.
Sometimes I find myself gettting annoyed as a 1 mile walk can take up upward of 30 minutes. Really Mobes? Do you have to smell the same pile of pine straw for a full 60 seconds before moving on? His answer “Yep.”
We have a routine – every morning he wakes me up early, he and his brother have breakfast and then he and I go for a walk. Sometime short, sometimes long, but I’ve been trying harder lately to remember that we aren’t out there for me, we’re out there for him. I let him “stop and smell the roses” or in most cases “stop and eat the cat poop.” If he wants to pull, he can. If he wants to lag behind, he can. As long as he checks in with me periodically and doesn’t act like a fool (this happens occasionally when he’ll see a cat or the neighbor dog on the balcony) I consider our walk to be a good one.
So, walking at the speed of slow is okay with me. If he’s happy, I’m happy.
I.LOVE.RAWHIDES. They way they start out hard and then get all slimy and slither down my throat. Mom hates when they get slimy. Dad always makes her cut off the slimy end when she takes it back from me because I’ve been known to have super long slimy ends that go WAY down my throat.
I never used to get rawhides because Brutus was very possessive of them. Now, whenever Moby gets a Kong, I get something to chew on also. Since I’m not a huge fan of Kongs (though I do have my very own Kong that Moby isn’t allowed to have), mom usually gives me an antler or a rawhide.
A while back, Grammie sent mom a package and she used rawhides as the peanuts! I always knew Grammie was super smart! Now I have rawhides to last me a year!!
Do you have a favorite chew?