My mommy is very, very proud of me: I just went down the stairs by myself! She gave me the biggest "Good Boy!!!" I have ever heard. I got a treat and everything.
I liked it so much, and I was so proud, I did it again. And I did it again. And I did it again.
Mommy wonders when Daddy will take over "Good Boy!" duties.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Long birthday walk with Mommy
Yesterday was my four-month birthday. Mommy and I celebrated by going for a walk on a new part of the greenbelt. It was pretty scary, because I have not been there before; but Mommy kept telling me there was lots of fun ahead if we kept going. So we did.
Mommy likes to go forward. I like to stop and sniff. I also like to check out what the people are doing in the trucks that stop by the path. Oh, and I love to chase the skiers on skates. They go fast, and they are really nice. I especially like Christi and Rachel. They stopped to pet me. I like to get pets, especially from nice girls.
Sometimes, I get confused. Why is that guy in the shorts running the other way? Should I follow him? Hey, I think I will! But then Mommy tells me that going forward is better. I'm not convinced, but she's the mommy. We go forward. Still, those skiers sure looked like they knew where to find the fun.
It sure took a long time to go around the loop. I was pretty sure Mommy got confused when we turned left instead of going straight at the end. I said, "Hey! You're going the wrong way! Daddy always goes THIS way." But she just said "trust me," again. She says that a lot. What do you know: we kept going Mommy's way, and we found her car.
I guess Mommy might know something about walking after all.
Mommy likes to go forward. I like to stop and sniff. I also like to check out what the people are doing in the trucks that stop by the path. Oh, and I love to chase the skiers on skates. They go fast, and they are really nice. I especially like Christi and Rachel. They stopped to pet me. I like to get pets, especially from nice girls.
Sometimes, I get confused. Why is that guy in the shorts running the other way? Should I follow him? Hey, I think I will! But then Mommy tells me that going forward is better. I'm not convinced, but she's the mommy. We go forward. Still, those skiers sure looked like they knew where to find the fun.
It sure took a long time to go around the loop. I was pretty sure Mommy got confused when we turned left instead of going straight at the end. I said, "Hey! You're going the wrong way! Daddy always goes THIS way." But she just said "trust me," again. She says that a lot. What do you know: we kept going Mommy's way, and we found her car.
I guess Mommy might know something about walking after all.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Gifts from Aunt Emma
I'm getting so big that I am outgrowing my second crate. Because it is getting squishy for me, and because I haven't had a potty accident where I sleep, my mommy decided that I was big enough to start using my great-aunt Emma's crate.
I never met Aunt Emma, because she went to heaven to play with Baby Royko before I was born. But I have seen lots of pictures of her, I get to play with some of her toys, and I get to ride around in her car. My mommy and daddy tell me stories about her. She sounded really fun -- like me.
When I got to go inside of her crate, it was like a big playground. I could stand and spin and bounce. When I started sniffing around, I found some fun new toys that Aunt Emma buried under a bankie. They were so far back my mommy didn't see them (It is a BIG crate). It was just like Aunt Emma left them there for me. Mommy said they were old and icky. She put them in that big plastic tub. I didn't see them after that.
I ran in and out. And in. And out. And in. And out. I was so excited to get to play in my new space. Whenever I came back out, I had a bunch of chocolate fur stuck to my wet nose. Mommy took it off, because it tickled. It made her a little sad, too. She loved Emma very, very much.
My Aunt Emma left big paws to fill - and a big crate to sleep in. My mommy and daddy and I know that I will be big some day, too. Maybe I will leave something fun in the back of that crate. I can play with them now, and maybe another puppy will find them like I did.
(Note from Mommy: Emma's dad, Porch, was Dewey's great-grandpa.)
I never met Aunt Emma, because she went to heaven to play with Baby Royko before I was born. But I have seen lots of pictures of her, I get to play with some of her toys, and I get to ride around in her car. My mommy and daddy tell me stories about her. She sounded really fun -- like me.When I got to go inside of her crate, it was like a big playground. I could stand and spin and bounce. When I started sniffing around, I found some fun new toys that Aunt Emma buried under a bankie. They were so far back my mommy didn't see them (It is a BIG crate). It was just like Aunt Emma left them there for me. Mommy said they were old and icky. She put them in that big plastic tub. I didn't see them after that.
I ran in and out. And in. And out. And in. And out. I was so excited to get to play in my new space. Whenever I came back out, I had a bunch of chocolate fur stuck to my wet nose. Mommy took it off, because it tickled. It made her a little sad, too. She loved Emma very, very much.
My Aunt Emma left big paws to fill - and a big crate to sleep in. My mommy and daddy and I know that I will be big some day, too. Maybe I will leave something fun in the back of that crate. I can play with them now, and maybe another puppy will find them like I did.
(Note from Mommy: Emma's dad, Porch, was Dewey's great-grandpa.)
Monday, October 27, 2008
What not to do. By Dewey
Most of the time, I work hard to remember the things I am told to do: sit, shake, upsy pupsy (Mommy translates: go up the stairs), bring it, go potty, smooch. There is a lot for little boys to remember.
Sometimes I'm so busy remembering what I am supposed to do that I forget what I am not supposed to do. Mommy and Daddy have a lot of those rules, too. Some of them I have heard a lot lately:
Sometimes I'm so busy remembering what I am supposed to do that I forget what I am not supposed to do. Mommy and Daddy have a lot of those rules, too. Some of them I have heard a lot lately:
- Don't bite Daddy
- Don't chew a hole in Mommy's new sweater
- Don't eat sticks
- Or rocks
- Or chapstick tubes (Cherry. Yummmmmm....)
- Don't jump into Mommy's chair (even if it makes grabbing stuff off the table easier)
- Don't rip the face off of my fuzzy bear and pull all of the guts out
- Don't steal Daddy's dirty sock and run away
- Don't take his running shoe
- Don't drag the bath mat out of the bathroom
- Don't stand on my tippy toes to help myself to the treats
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Things I am learning
Mommy says I'm a work in progress. I'm pretty much potty trained right now. My folks need to pay close attention to the signals I give, but we're all working hard to make sure I don't have any accidents. I haven't had one of those in a really long time.
I still have a lot to learn about everything else. I'm growing fast, but I'm a little boy when it comes to walking up and down the big stairs inside the house. I'm pretty good at climbing them, though I do need a little boost from mom or dad to make it all the way up. Down is scary, though. Mommy helped me out by starting me two steps from the bottom then guiding me down (with a treat and a big GOOD BOY!!!! at the landing). Then we tried it from three stairs. Now I can come down all the way from four stairs. Well, with some help so I don't feel like I'm going to fall. It sure is fun to get a treat when I'm done, though!
My daddy has worked really hard to make walks fun. At first, I was scared. There were so many big dogs in our neighborhood and noises I didn't like. For the first several tries, my daddy (and mommy) ended up carrying me a lot. Mommy said that wouldn't work when I'm 90 lbs. I have to learn to be a big boy and walk on my own if I'm going to become her workout buddy. So we've been practicing a lot. Here's a picture of Daddy and me enjoying our favorite path.
Walking is fun now!
I still have a lot to learn about everything else. I'm growing fast, but I'm a little boy when it comes to walking up and down the big stairs inside the house. I'm pretty good at climbing them, though I do need a little boost from mom or dad to make it all the way up. Down is scary, though. Mommy helped me out by starting me two steps from the bottom then guiding me down (with a treat and a big GOOD BOY!!!! at the landing). Then we tried it from three stairs. Now I can come down all the way from four stairs. Well, with some help so I don't feel like I'm going to fall. It sure is fun to get a treat when I'm done, though!
My daddy has worked really hard to make walks fun. At first, I was scared. There were so many big dogs in our neighborhood and noises I didn't like. For the first several tries, my daddy (and mommy) ended up carrying me a lot. Mommy said that wouldn't work when I'm 90 lbs. I have to learn to be a big boy and walk on my own if I'm going to become her workout buddy. So we've been practicing a lot. Here's a picture of Daddy and me enjoying our favorite path.
Walking is fun now!
My first post
My name is Dewey, and I'm 17 weeks old today. My mommy helped me create this blog so that I can share all of my exciting activities and accomplishments as I try to become a big boy.
As you can see from my photos (click here), I'm a very handsome boy. I'm also getting big: I weighed 33 lbs at my 16-week check-up, 11 lbs more than I did only four weeks before! My doctor, a very nice lady, says I will be a big, muscular boy at around 90 lbs by the time I'm fully grown.
I like to run and play and sleep. I try to be good; but sometimes it is very, very hard to remember all of the rules. Especially those that I don't like. I hope you will subscribe to, or bookmark, this page so that you can come back often and hear about what I'm learning and doing.
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