Tuesday, September 21, 2010

What’s Going On

Well, Mom thought I should check in again.  She says she’s been busy with teaching and training (I think she means me).  She said to tell you she’s working on a project she’s going to show you guys in a few days, but meanwhile, I could show you some of the swap blocks she’s done lately.  Like this cool one, a wonky bento box.

Some asterisk blocks:

And a spinning web:

Mom said I could also let you know what I’ve been up to.  She said I don’t have to tell you about the new hole in the carpet in front of the patio door if I don’t want to, so I’m not going to.  (Though I heard her tell Dad it was a good thing they were already planning on replacing the upstairs carpet).

This is me with the way cool big stick that blew down in my backyard.  I really, really like sticks.

Puppy class was just as fun as Mom said it would be.  I got to play with lots of other puppies.  I liked it best when we got to run around with each other.

But I learned lots of cool things, too.  I learned to always come when Mom calls (well, almost always).  I learned to sit, and down, and stay.  See my pretty sit?

And  here I am in a down stay.

Mom says I am the best dog she’s ever had in obedience.  She says I’m really smart and really focused.  She says I was the absolute star of the puppy class. 

Well, that is what she said, anyway.  I’m not so sure she’s convinced anymore.  I graduated from puppy class and last night went to my very first beginning obedience class.  I didn’t really get it.  I couldn’t play with any other dogs.  Mom kept saying “heel” but, honestly, I didn’t have a clue what she wanted me to do, so while we were walking around, I just thought I’d say hi to the other dogs in class.  Mom didn’t think that was such a good idea. 

When we got back home, she told Dad that I didn’t go to dog class with her, that it was my evil twin instead.  I didn’t know I had an evil twin.  Should I worry?


  1. The evil twin syndrome--mine is named Mindy and she comes out when the parents go away for the evening and I get to stay with the eight year old.

  2. OMG, I am crying I am laughing so hard... love it...

  3. Boy, your dog is looking more and more like Rufus. I love the peek at the new projects!