Here's what I've been up to lately:
Kelda helps clean up the yard! A big (enormous!) tree blew down right after Christmas.
I didn't get in on the fun when the men came with their chain saws...
...but later on, when my PR dad started cleaning up the clutter, I saw a way I could really be of service.
After all, I want to be a service dog, don't I?
So I picked up leftover sticks and other items to carry out of the way.
Well, I intended to do that, but they were so much fun to carry I forgot about being helpful.
Funny thing. My dad didn't say thank you.
Kelda's buddy, Mr. Grey! He probably shouldn't be my buddy because he likes to get service-dogs-in-training into trouble.
In the pictures, he may seem to have a mean look, but he really likes me.
No, really, he does.
Kelda's buddy, Jasmine! Jasmine is a grown-up Lab - she and my older cousin Zebrina (who used to live here) were buddies. She's my buddy, too. Look - she has a pink nose just like I do! When she comes over, we play and play...
..and then she shows me all the places she and Zebrina used to dig in the yar... oops. Forget I said that. I wasn't supposed to tell.
Kelda doesn't jump so much! (??) My PR mom told me she noticed I was trying to be good about not jumping on people. Mom says it's especially important that I not jump, because I now weigh 57-1/2 pounds and that's a lot of jumping power. So I really, really tried the other day when her friends came. I only jumped a couple of times. Maybe three. Um, maybe four. But I was so excited to see them (they really like me) that I wiggled and ran around the house in circles and barked very loudly. My mom sighed....
Kelda meets a Fake Mouse! I hear there's a more famous Fake Mouse in California (that's someplace west of here). But we only went up the road to a birthday party at a noisy pizza place.
Here's the birthday girl, Megan...
...Here I am with one of her big sisters, Jenna...
...And... here's her other big sister, Katie.
(They're my PRs' granddaughters.)
Well... I know what a mouse is. I've learned that from my buddy, Mr. Grey, who has a speaking (sort of) acquaintance with several in the neighborhood.
And what did I find?
Well may you ask! This dude has the last name of Cheese, but I don't think cheese would melt in his mouth. He doesn't even smell like a mouse!
Kelda rests from her labors!...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
This is my very first New Year's Day. I've enjoyed the whole holiday season. I received some good presents (a dinosaur and a nylabone, and also a kong toy with tails).
We've had lots of people visit us, an we've visited them. If this is what a CCI service dog's life is like, I really wanna be one!
My cousins (are they my cousins? My PRs' children belong to them) came for three days. Here are Loki and Odin; they're handsome Norwegian Elkhound boys. We had a good time together. They chased squirrels, and I chased them.
They like ice cubes, too, just the way I do.
I'm told it's the time to make resolutions, so here are a few, and what I'm - really, what my PRs are - doing about them.
I RESOLVE to eat my food, not bolt it.
I do love mealtimes! But I still chow down too fast, so...
...my folks have given me something to help me. Yep, it's a rock. No, I don't eat it, silly! I just eat around it. It makes me take more time.
I RESOLVE not to jump on people. I like people, and I like jumping. Why not put them together? It's hard to remember not to. So...
You wouldn't want to drink out of this can. It has little baby rocks in it. My PRs don't throw it at me (although they may be tempted). But it makes a big noise when I start to jump on somebody. I don't like the noise, so I try not to jump. I wiggle instead. Hey, I have to do something!
I RESOLVE not to be a fraidy-MEE-YOW about stairs. I don't know why, but sometimes I look at a stairway and want to run in the other direction! If my people pick me up and put me on the steps, I'll do what I should. But I'm a big girl - I've almost outgrown my medium-sized CCI cape - and it's hard for them to pick me up. So... I'll try to be brave. Maybe. (No picture for this one - they have their hands full of me.)
I RESOLVE to wear my tags on my collar every time I go out. This is my new friend. She came to play with me because she decided to walk around the neighborhood without her tags. It took all day long to find out that she really lived just over on the next block. (I hope she'll come back. With her tags.)
I RESOLVE not to get into big trouble. Hey, this wasn't my fault!
Yes, I admit I've pulled up plants and jumped on the picnic table, but nothing like this! I tell ya, I didn't do it! It was the wind! Don't blame me!