Torture...

Ok, I can't stand this torture anymore! I tell you, it's cruel and un-canine punishment! Let me explain...

Every day, after mommy leaves (which I am still having a hard time with following her, I want you to know) daddy comes in and gives me my treat and then that's it. That's all I get until we walk again in the afternoon, unless we go for a ride, and then I get a treat when we come home. So, what does HE do? Eats things all day, that's what! And does he even consider poor me, sitting here just drooling at the thought of tasting what he's got? No! No offers to try it, no equal portions, rarely even a smell of it up close. I've given up following him around the house unless I hear things going on in the kitchen. I just lay here in misery as he walks by with something that just LOOKS good, nevermind what it SMELLS like. In fact, I've taken to hanging my head off of my bed in an effort to try to sleep through these episodes of torture. It's all I can do to keep my sanity.

A Few Hard Days

I have had a hard time the last few days. Mommy was home for a week, and now she is leaving in the morning again. Daddy and I walk her to her car and get kisses before she gets in and drives away. The last few days I have been trying to follow the car and insist that we walk up to the corner and I try to turn it, but daddy won't let me and usually tells me that it is time to turn around and head back home. Luckily daddy has his new job, which I LOVE because he doesn't leave the house every morning anymore. Instead we go into the office and he works on that funny thing on the desk. I usually nap on the floor, on my round bed, on the couch in the living room, or I go and get on mommy and daddy's big comfy bed. If I get lonely I will jump up on his lap and get some love.

Sometimes daddy and I will go out to lunch or run a few errands. This means that I get to go for ride, but have to wait patiently in the truck while he goes inside. Today he told me that since it is getting warmer that I might not be able to go along and stay in the truck much longer because it will be to hot for me. I know that he just wants to keep me safe, and luckily when he goes out at lunch he is not gone for long.

It feels good to be a loved puppy.

Hello World

Hello, this is my first post on my new blog. Mom says that this is a way for me to tell people what I am thinking and doing. My question is will there be a treat somewhere in all of this?

A little more about me. I am seven years old and live with my mom and dad. There are also two guinea pigs (Daphne and Velma) that my parents call my sisters... whatever! But I do enjoy helping to feed them because I usually get some veggies out of it.

I enjoy curling up for a good nap as much as I like to go for a walk around our neighborhood. I don't like it when mom and dad leave the house. They say that I suffer from something called "separation anxiety." I tilt my head when they say this and look at them funny because I don't understand it. What it means to me is that they give me my red toy they call my "kong" with peanut butter in it so that I have something to distract me when they leave. If they forget the peanut butter I sure let them know it. Sometimes they put one of my big cookies into the squishy ball. I like this thing because it makes the cookie last longer, but I still miss them when they leave.