The Dog in the Window

I think I've figured out why my humans suddenly don't think I'm the cutest dog in the world anymore. There's another dog in the house, and he's totally trying to steal my humans away! And he's no ordinary dog too, because he is really, really sneaky. I see him hiding behind the window sometimes, sneaking around in the shadows. And the weird thing is, he has no smell. I can't smell him. He can disguise his smell for some reason, to hide himself from me. And when I peek behind the window to confront him, the coward disappears into the shadows. But when I go back indoors, he appears at the window to taunt me again. What a jerk!

Tonight, I found him again, hiding behind the windows in the dining room. And that sneaky jerk has a jingly ball exactly like mine! I started barking at him, but the smug idiot just barked right back at me. In my own house! How dare he!

I can't believe my humans would like a nasty dog like that. I can't believe they could think that he's cuter than me. I hate him. I hate that stupid dog and one of these days I'm gonna jump through the window and bite his tail off.

My day with Momma

Hoolie Doolie! I had a great day today. My Momma stayed home with me all day, and we got to practice some tricks together, like spinning around Momma's ankles, and watched a lot of TV. I also got to go out into the yard a lot, and basically spend a lot of time with Momma without her dragging me into the Bathroom Torture Chamber. It's so great when she doesn't have to go to work. It'd be awesome if she could spend more days like this with me.

Anyway, here are some photos from the weekend when Aunt Jol visited.

Snoozing while Aunt Jol plays videogames

Why do humans paint their claws?

Momma and Aunt Jol proof-reading my blog.

Boo for school

School was so boring today! Pops made me go round and round in circles endlessly, and I tell you, those sausage treats tasted bland this week. What I really wanted to do was play with Uno the Cairn Terrier, but every time I went near him Pops got mad. I can't help it if I can't pay attention in class. I'm an Attention Deficit Hyperactive Dog, after all. I don't know what it means exactly, but it excuses me from a lot of things.

Still, I did get to take a sniff around in the path near. Pops taught me a new word today: pwnage! I totally pwned a bunch of plants.

Pwned!

Pwnage!

A little bit of self-pwnage,
but I'm still awesome!

After school we went to my other grandma's place, and I got to take a long nap with Knuckles while Momma, Pops and Aunt Jol went for lunch. Knuckles is really getting better these days. He's not so crazy anymore and I can now manage half a chat with him without him jumping all over something or pouncing on me.  Then it was off to home, and I got to snuggle and nap with Momma in the car again. I like that a lot.

When we got home, Momma supervised Pops as he took me into that Bathroom Torture Chamber and soaked me in water and shampoo. Momma got fed up with Pops not doing it right though, but either way I still feel humiliated.

Right now Momma and Pops are watching some boring movie about a girl that cooks human food. *Yawn* I'm so tired... I'm going to curl up beside my crate and snooze.

Walky Walkies and Scooby Snacks

Last night my Momma and Pops took me out for a walk again! That makes two walks on conse conexecu convex two nights in a row! That's just so awesome! I love the Great Outside!

Time to go to school, but I'm so sleepy though...

Oh, before I forget... Momma got me Scooby snacks! The same ones from the TV show! Hoolie doolie! That's really really awesome!

Cats have awesome toys

I'm a dog. I know this because my humans keep telling me that. I've got four paws, a lot of fur, and a tail, so that pretty much makes me a dog. Yet I like cat toys a lot. I know I'm supposed to dislike cats and stuff, but they get the best toys. My Momma was visiting her uncle once, and they had a cat there named Lancelot. I didn't get along too well with Lot-Lot (he's a bit snobbish, I think), but wow does he have some sweet toys! There was this feather thing on a stick, and it was awesome! I had so much fun with it that Momma got me one of my own!



Then this afternoon, Pops got me a new jingly ball thing! I love jingly ball things! They make so much noise, and you can just chase them and toss them and chase them and chew on them and then toss them some more! Hours of fun for any young puppy! Except when they roll down the stairs or underneath some furniture. That really sucks.



Oh well, I'm off to chase the ball!

Random Photo Moment

Here's a picture of the fur that gets stuck in the brush after my Momma brushes my fur. Pops thinks they should keep it to replace the stuffing that I rip out of my toys.

I like socks.

I think I'm an ADHD - Attention Deficit Hyperactive Dog.

I love smelly socks.

Oh yeah, I don't like getting my fur brushed.

My ears are still a bit itchy. Why???

Meeting new friends!

I started this evening with a big shock. Normally, Pops would take me for an evening drive to pick Momma up from the station. Imagine my surprise when instead of leading me to the car, he put me back into the playpen! I was so confused, so I whined and whined, but Pops just left without me. I sat in my playpen and hiew-hiewed for a while, thinking about how much better life was when I was the cutest dog in the world.

Later in the evening, Momma and Pops came home and I realized that Pops had gone to the groomer cos his hair was much shorter, like mine! Then after dinner, they took me for a walk in the Great Outside, where I made some new friends! Unfortunately Pops' phone was out of batteries, so I didn't get any photos of my adventures.

The first dogs I bumped into were the Hill-Bottom Twins. Well, I didn't really bump into them because they're always stuck behind a big gate. The Hill-Bottom Twins are these two big dogs that keep barking and barking whenever anyone, human or dog, walks past their yard at the bottom of the hill. They're pretty scary, and if it wasn't for the big gate keeping them in, I'd go the long way around them because I don't think even Pops can fight them off. Luckily there's that gate, so I feel safe enough to leave my mark on the trees outside.

Just past the scary house, we saw a big leggy dog named Tess. Tess has these really really long legs, like the humans in Momma's girly magazines. But I remember the most is her weezing. It's quite creepy the way she breathes loudly, as if she's either going to attack me or have a heart attack. But her human said it's normal for her, so I dared to sniff her butt.

Around the corner, we bumped into another older lady dog, except this one was around my size. Her name is Cotton, and she's so white and fluffy. I think she can fly, because I've seen big fluffy white things like her floating in the sky before. She didn't fly tonight though... probably because she gets her flying powers from the sun's energy.

After Cotton left, I bumped into yet another two dogs. This time, it was a couple named Cocoa and Chewy. They were these two tiny yapping chihuahuas, and Ive never seen dogs so small before. They're like the size of GG my toy Giraffe! I think I must've really gotten Chewy jealous or something, because he wasn't too happy about me chatting to his girlfriend.  Little guy kept growling at me the whole time. It's kinda funny, really. Little yap dogs hahahaha!
Then I finally got home. I almost made it around the block, but I needed Momma to carry me around the last corner. I hope I don't catch cooties from meeting so many girl dogs.

Crap!!! Momma just found the Golden Offerings I left next to her bed. I have to go hide!

Still not the cutest in the world

I woke up this morning, hoping that all the previous stuff about not being the cutest dog ever was just a nightmare. I tested my cuteness, but Momma got mad at me. I guess it wasn't a nightmare then. I'm so sad, I just moped around in my playpen all day...

Who's the cutest of them all?

Recently I started getting a bit carried away with my summoning spells, and left puddles of Golden Offerings anywhere. I just couldn't stand not having a human to play with, so every time I was left alone I would just pick a spot and pee there. My Momma and Pops were really unhappy with me, and started punishing me with cold treatments and trips to the playpen.

 Aren't I cute anymore?

What I don't get is that my usual whining and puppy dog eyes didn't seem to be able to melt their hearts and make them instantly forgive me. Instead, they just got even more upset. I started to panic a little, because I didn't know what was going on. I thought maybe some Dobermans came and brainwashed my humans! I mean, I've just gotten a haircut, so my cuteness can't be resisted (even if I did eat up Momma's dress)!

Then Aunt Jol left a comment on my blog saying that me and my ego were too big to fit into my crate. I got confused, because I thought an ego was a big green bird that plays football. I had to figure it out, so I asked the Beagle from down the road what it all meant.

Apparently this is an Eagle, not an Ego

Apparently an ego is not a big green bird that plays football after all! That's actually an eagle. An ego is something a dog gets when he thinks he's cuter than he actually is. I started arguing with the Beagle from down the road because I know I'm the cutest because that's what everyone says. My Momma, my Pops, my grandparents... all I ever hear from people is how cute I am.

Then the Beagle from down the road said something that completed turned my world upside down. According to his humans, the Beagle from down the road is the cutest dog in the world too. But there can't be more than one cutest dog, right?  We realized that all humans tell their dogs the same thing, even if it's not true. It's like everything I've been brought up to believe is all made up of bullshit!

I have to go lie down. I'm not sure what to believe anymore. Am I cute at all? Do my humans love me as much as they say they do? Are they even my real parents?

Back to school!

Today was a really exciting day because I got to go back to school! I've been sick for the past few weeks so I wasn't able to go to school, but I'm finally well enough and today I went into class... except the only other student-dog I recognized was my brother Knuckles. I recognized Bailey the big Alpha Collie, but he's the teacher's dog. All the other dogs are new, or at least new to me. I was so distracted by the new dogs and smells that I wasn't even interested in the sausage snacks! Which really annoyed Momma a lot, because it meant I wasn't paying attention in class nor trying to learn the new tricks. Even Aunt Jol was having better luck teaching Knuckles, and usually he's the easily-distracted one.

Today, we did some crate training, as we were taught how to be comfortable inside our crates. This wasn't really anything new to me, because I already love my crate. It's my own personal space, and it's a place for me to hide inside. However, some of the other dogs weren't so comfortable with the crates, and went nuts. I hope they get used to their crates soon.

After class, our teacher Lucas showed us some videos of him and Bailey at a competition, catching flying discs and running obstacle courses. Apparently Knuckles and I will learn how to do that stuff in the future, and I'm kinda looking forward to that because it looks pretty fun.

Then it was grooming time. Momma passed me over to Melvin the Groomer, and I did what I always do when I'm on the grooming table - I trembled uncontrollably. Hey, you would tremble too if there was some guy snipping big sharp scissors at your face. He started shaving off my fur, and then stuck these cotton buds into my ear too. It was very, very uncomfortable and scary.

Still, at the end of it I felt lighter and less fuzzy. It's nice not to have your fur in your own eyes all the time, and I think I look even cuter than before, if that's possible. Seriously, I look pretty damned handsome right about now. Humans will be totally helpless against my charms. I mean check me out. I'm a total stud.

On the way home, Momma and I were so exhausted after such a long day that we fell asleep in the car all the way home. It's so comfortable to nap while being snuggled by Momma. I wish I could fall asleep in her arms more often.

A lonely morning

This morning, Momma and Pops slept in for ages, and I got really lonely just sitting in my playpen with nobody to play with. I whined and whined and whined, but no matter how much I whined, Momma and Pops didn't want to wake up.

So I managed to worm my way out of the playpen, and found that the bathroom door was left open. So I did something I always wanted to try: peeing at the same place Momma and Pops does. I couldn't reach into the toilet bowl as I wasn't tall enough, so I just peed on the side of it. I couldn't wait for Momma and Pops to see this. I bet they'd be so proud of me!

I waited about four long hours (dog hours anyway, which is about five human minutes), and then I just couldn't wait any longer. So I attempted to wake them up the one way I knew how: using the Summoning Ritual. After more repeated whining, I went over to my Pops' desk, and left a Golden Offering at his chair. A few minutes later, they were still sleeping and ignoring me, so I went over to the corner of their bed and left a Golden Offering there.

Pops eventually woke up to feed me my breakfast (the ritual always works) and that's when he discovered my pee next to the toilet, along with all the other offerings. For some reason, he wasn't as happy as I thought he would be. In fact, he was pretty upset, and I really can't figure out why.

Humans are weird.

Saturday night outing

I had a special treat tonight! Momma and Pops decided to go out for a quick dinner, and took me with them. So not only did I get a bonus car ride, but I also got to hang out with them at the restaurant. I couldn't really read the name of the place, but it had this big yellow sign that looked like the streams of two dogs peeing into the middle of a red box, and this creepy looking clown.

While Momma and Pops were eating their dinner, I got to sit at their table. Now this might not sound like a big deal to you, but it's the first time I get to sit at the table with my humans. At the the table, not just under it! I was so happy, even if Momma didn't feed me some of her chicken.

While we were there, a whole bunch of other humans walked past and kept wanting to stroke my fur, especially the smaller ones. One youngling in particular was so fascinated by me and kept wanting to pat me. I guess I can understand, as I am incredibly cute after all. All except for one human. The moment she saw me, she shrieked and jerked away as if I was going to eat her face of something. She was probably attacked by a Doberman before... those dogs give regular dogs a bad name.

While going for a short walk, everything was fine till I got scared by a huge hunk of metal speeding down the road. I thought it almost hit me so I got Momma to carry me instead. We also bumped into a female dog named Scout. Scout kept trying to tackle me and paw me, but I didn't want anything to do with her. The Beagle from down the road told me all about girl dogs and cooties!

Then it started raining and my humans took me home. The outing was so exciting and I had such a good time. I hope I can go out again soon.

Nightmare and a song

I had a nightmare last night that really bothered me. In my dream, I was lounging around with my Pops while he was doing his homework and listening to some rock music (it was the band L7. I don't even know what L7 sounds like, but you know how in dreams you sometimes just know things?). After a while, my Pops went to the washroom. While I was waiting for him to come back, a Doberman suddenly burst through the window and landed on my Pops' desk. Before I could do anything, he stuck his paw onto my Pops' speaker volume control and turned up the music so loud that all I could hear was a sharp ringing in my head! The music was so loud and shocking that it woke me up!

As it was the middle of the night, the room was so quiet that I didn't know if I really did go deaf or not... my ears were still ringing at this point. It was only after a few minutes that I started hearing the quiet whir of the fan, so I managed to relax and go back to sleep. Though I was still a bit nervous that a Doberman would crash through the window.

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I wrote a song this morning. It's sung to the tune of that teapot song.

Sonic's Song

I'm a little Sonic,
Small and cute.
Everyone loves me
Oh, there's a flute.
I'm not good at rhyming
But it's okay!
I'm still the cutest anyway!

Momma and Pops "jogging"

This evening, Momma and Pops decided to go jogging before dinner. I'm still too young and not quite strong enough to go jogging with them (actually, I can barely walk around the block without needing my Momma to carry me), so I got left at home. When they came back, they were all sweaty and smelled like OTHER DOGS!

I don't think I'm being paranoid or suspicious, but I think I smelled Missy the Westie from next door on my Momma. How dare that hussy try to steal my humans!

PS - I HATE GETTING COTTON BUDS SHOVED INTO MY EAR!

I'm getting so big and strong!

So here I was, sitting in my play pen and basking in my own cuteness when I started chewing on Mr Elephant, a toy that I haven't chewed on for a while. It was then that a thought popped into my furry little puppy head: I've really grown and things are changing! Mr Elephant was the first proper toy I ever got, and he is so much smaller now than I remember him to be. I looked over to Leo the Leopard and even though I've only had him for a few months, even he's starting to feel smaller.

I started thinking about how things are changing in my life... obviously size was the biggest change. My toys are getting smaller, and I'm able to fling them higher and further. One time, I managed to throw GG the Giraffe onto my humans' bed! I'm also unable to squeeze under the couch and into all those places that I used to love crawling through (squeezing through things is a hobby of mine, especially that gap behind my Pops' back when he sits against the wall). My Momma, being the clever human that she is, made sure to get me a large enough crate when she adopted me, so luckily my room is still quite comfortable.

Oh and the stairs! I remember being so afraid of them and totally had to rely on my humans to carry me up and down, even though I hate being carried. Then I learnt how to climb them, and a few weeks after that I could go down them too. These days I'm faster than anyone in the household on those stairs!

Since I just saw Knuckles on the weekend, I thought about our relationship too. We didn't used to get along too well and fought a lot, but now that we're a bit older and more mature (well, at least I am) I don't need to pin that crazy boy down and growl at him as much anymore. He's still nuts though...

Anyway, it's coming up to my favorite time of the day when my humans get home, so I'm going to wag my tail and wait for the sound of them unlocking the door. I love that sound; it gets my heart pumping!

Tooky's new home

Tooky the Turtle!

As it turns out, I'm not the only pet in this household. Long before I was around, my grandparents have been keeping this turtle named Tooky in the backyard. Tooky's pretty old, like much older than me. Let's see now... Seven dogs years to a human year, and Tooky's about ten human years old... that would make him in dog years... about... erm... 500 years old.

My Pops said that when Tooky was my age, he was about the size of my paw, but I think he's lying because Tooky's ridiculously big now. So big that he's outgrown his previous home, and my humans needed to buy him a new place to live. So my Momma and Pops got him a new container to live in, deep enough for him to paddle around and also spacious enough to put in a platform for him to sun-tan.

Unfortunately, the platform was a bit too tall for Tooky to climb on, so Pops and Momma had to go out and raid our neighbors' yard to borrow some large pebbles for Tooky to use as stepping stones. Apparently their daring raid involved driving outside their neighbor's place in the middle of the night with the headlights switched off, and then Momma snatched up a couple of pebbles before they drove off! So exciting! I wish I was along for the ride. I could've helped Momma keep an eye out for patrolling guards and dobermans.

But the raid worked, and now Tooky has his nice new home! It doesn't smell half as nice as my crate though.

Tooky's new home

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Oh, this morning my grandma dropped Momma off at the train station, which means I didn't get my morning car ride. I'm gonna whine a little now. Hiew hiew hiew! :(

Crazy Eyes!

In case you guys are wondering why Knuckles is known as "Crazy Eyes", check out this pic.

Sleeping in my car

Snoozing soundly in Pops' car.

Sometimes when I'm riding in the car with my Pops, he likes to hold his hand up while he brakes or steps on the accelerator. He tries to convince me that he has Jedi powers and can push and pull me with his mind, but I know that's just rubbish. I might be a puppy, but I'm smart and nowhere near gullible enough for his Jedi mind tricks. Sorry to burst your bubble, Pops... The Beagle from down the road told me all about that dog-magnet under the seat.

I smell with my little nose...

Sometimes having a great sense of smell
isn't the best thing in the world.

You humans don't know this because you've got those low-grade noses that aren't worth the money Koreans pay to get them adjusted (I'm not sure what that means exactly, but the Beagle from down the road said it once and it made the other dogs laugh), but we dogs have discovered something really weird about humans.

When you live in the same house for long enough, your poop eventually synchronizes itself so that it all smells the same. I'm not sure why this happens, but it does. You can't really tell, but us dogs can detect the subtle changes in the smell.

That said, my Pops must've lived with horses at some point in his life, because his poop smells really bad. Momma's on the other hand, smells like roses. Okay, that's not entirely true, but I was told that if I wrote that, I'll get some extra treats tonight (yum!).

Meet Knuckles

That's my brother Knuckles on the left.

Last weekend I went to visit my Aunt Jol and my brother Knuckles. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you guys about my brother Knuckles. When my Momma adopted me, Aunt Jol went with her and also fell in love with the little puppies. There were only two of us left for adoption, so the two sisters decided to adopt one each. The story I'm always told is that Knuckles and I both instinctively crawled towards our respective parents, and that's how they chose us.

This photo was taken on the day we were adopted.

More after the jump!

Random photo moment

What are you crazy humans doing in bed up there?

Photo taken in 9/9/09.

No! Not another trip to the vet!

Last week my humans mentioned that I didn't need to go to the vet, but today they decided I needed to go. My Momma and grandma took me to a different vet today, probably thinking that I wouldn't figure out where they're taking me. But they underestimated a dog's strong sense of smell and innate telepathic abilities. Okay, I'll admit it... I was trembling in the car the moment I realized where I was going. But you would tremble too if you were in my paws.

Anyway, it turns out that I have a yeast infection in my ear, and now I'll need ear drops and regular cleaning. What I wanna know is, how did I get a yeast infection in my ear? The Beagle from down the road said that yeast infections are things you get from humping Paris Hilton's chihuahua. But the thing is, I've never even so much as sniffed Tinkerbell's butt.

This news really shocks me. I've just recovered from another illness, only to get this. It's depressing. I hate getting medicated. I hate getting cotton buds shoved into my ears. I hate that itchy feeling in my ear all the time.

One good thing that came out of this is that I got injected with some stuff that makes me pee and poop more often. And my pee is now incredibly potent, so my Golden Offerings can now summon my humans even quicker than before. It's not really worth getting a needle jammed into my butt, but I guess it's a consolation. Remember, the food-dish is always half-full.

Toys from Thailand

It's pretty easy to figure out which
gift in the pile belongs to me.

So my aunt Jol just got back from a trip to Bangkok last week, and although she went there with only one bag of stuff, she came back with twenty or something (the number gets bigger every time my humans talk about it). The bags included some dresses for my Momma, a couple of t-shirts for my Pops, and also two new toys for me!

Honestly, if I wasn't so cute and totally deserved the affection, I'd think I was a pretty spoilt dog. But as it turns out, I'm worth it!

Choices, choices...

Anyway, I got a new comfy cushion and a big plush bone! I've since put the new cushion in my crate, and the bone... well, let's just say that Thai workmanship leaves a lot to be desired. I was ripping stuffing out of the bone a mere two nights later, and Momma had to sew up not one but two big holes in the bone. Pops waggled his finger at me, but honestly, it's a bone! Dogs are supposed to chew on bones!

Well, I'm off to go laze on my new cushion and bury my face into it. Something in my ear is getting quite uncomfortable though. It's really quite irritating.

If you're reading this, thanks Aunt Jol!

Momma didn't want me to eat the stuffing in the bone.

Momma's chasing chickens

So I'm home with Pops tonight, cos Momma's gone out with her friends to a "Hens Night". I really wanted to go, but Momma said that I can't go because I'm not old enough to go (or not human enough... I couldn't really understand what she said).

To be honest, I don't really know what a "Hens Night" is, but the Beagle from down the road said that it's probably a night where they go around chasing chickens. I don't know much about chickens (aside from that fact that they end up as the little shredded bits in my dinner), but the Beagle from down the road said that he's been on a farm before and hens are these noisy big birds that scare easily. Chasing them sounds like tons of fun! I can't wait until I'm old enough to go to a Hens Night.

Oh well, it's been a pretty tiring night so I think I'm going to take it easy and get an early night.

Oh, and I didn't have to go to the vet after all! Yay!

Pops hates to be summoned

This morning, Pops took me downstairs for breakfast while Momma slept in. After I finished eating, pops took my dish away and disappeared into the kitchen. I went back upstairs to our bedroom but the door was closed. I did the usual scratching on the door and whining for attention, but I think Momma wasn't able to hear me. I started panicking a bit, because Pops was still nowhere in sight. I really don't like being left alone for too long (and by this time I'd been left alone for over two minutes!) so I decided to do my usual Human Summoning spell by leaving a Golden Offering outside the door.

Of course, the spell worked its magic and within moments my Pops appeared at the stairs. He didn't look too happy to see me upstairs though, and the first thing he did was look around for my Golden Offering. Due to his sleepiness, he found my gift with his foot, and wasn't too happy about it at all. After that he herded me back into the room and made me sit in my playpen.

I'm not sure why my Pops isn't happier and prouder that his Fur Kid can perform dog magic. I think it's pretty cool, to be honest... but I guess he doesn't like the idea of being summoned. It probably makes him feel like less of an Alpha. I guess I'll just have to minimize the use of my summoning spell.

My Weekly Torture Ritual

You know, humans really do the weirdest things sometimes. Sometimes I really have no idea what's going on inside their heads. Take my parents for example... they've got this weekly ritual that really bugs me. No, not those late night tussle sessions in their bed when they think I'm asleep... there's another one that's even more annoying!

Every time I see this bottle,
it's my cue to run and hide in my crate.

You see, once every week or so, my momma will drag me into this strange little torture chamber and then leash me into a handle. When I'm completely helpless, she'll start to spray me down with water and then rub some strange sticky substance into my fur. I don't know what that stuff is, but it makes my fur go all weird. And then she really works it into me, and turns me into a weird looking pig-monster thing.

I mean seriously... this is humiliating!

After messing up my fur and making me feel awkward for a while, she'll then hose me off again. Actually, that part I kind of enjoy, although it really doesn't make the whole ordeal worth it at all. When I'm completely soaked, I sometimes like to shake my fur and try to give momma a taste of her own medicine! But that doesn't usually stop her from soaking me even more, because humans are stupid and slow-learning like that.

That'll teach momma to torture me!

When she's down soaking me to the bone, she starts brushing me down and sticking this in my face that blows hot air into me. It's almost like sticking your head out the car window, except the air is hot and uncomfortable. And it usually makes me look even weirder and unattractive.

I look more like a freakin' giant rat than a dog.

Well, when it's all done, I usually feel pretty good because my fur will be nice, dry, and soft. Still, I don't really understand why they do it to me. Why wet me and then dry me? If they wanted me dry then just leave me alone, right?

My fur is so soft and clean,
the camera's auto-focus can't get a lock.

I've seen them do that wetting thing to themselves before, but don't these humans understand that it's okay for them because they don't have fur? The water slides right off them, so of course they might like the feeling. But I'm a dog! Are they so dumb that they can't tell the difference between humans and dogs?

Childhood ends when you know you're going to die

My pops once quoted a line from a movie to me that went "Childhood's over the moment you know you're going to die." It's a bit of a morbid thought, but it's one that's been going through my head lately. I mean, I'm a mere seven months old right now (just a teenager in dog years!) but I've seen the vet twice in the last month and I overheard my momma and pops talking about bringing me to see her again this Saturday. It's hard to see the vet so many times and not end up pondering about your own mortality (and believe me, when you have as much free time to laze around and ponder as I do, you'd end up pondering lots of things too).

When I was a puppy, I was cautious and honestly, quite the scaredy-dog... so much that my folks had often joked about renaming me Courage the Cowardly Dog, after the Cartoon Network character. But that was due to a non-confrontational attitude and a fear of the unknown; not because I was afraid of dying or anything. I don't think I was ever really afraid of that or had thought about it at all, and I'm pretty sure I still had that youthful delusion of immortality. After all, I had doting parents and a comfy bed to keep me safe, so what could possibly harm me? Well, maybe grandpa's slippers.

Anyway, these trips to the vet have gotten me thinking about my own mortality, so it's with that in mind that I decided to start this blog, to chronicle my exploits and misadventures to preserve these precious memories.

My name is Sonic, and these are my thoughts.