Graduation!

I did it! I graduated from Puppy Kindergarten. It was so awesome! I got to play with Panzer and Izzy and Komo. (I don't think I'm spelling Komo's name right, so I hope he doesn't read this because he's a really big Akita who could eat me if he wanted to.)

I had a hard time sitting still while everybody was doing their tricks. Fortunately, one of my tricks was "Quiet", so Mom and I got lots of chances to practice that. When it was my turn, I rolled over, which was what I was supposed to do. Mom was so proud, I thought she was going to cry. On the other hand, maybe she was almost crying because I barked so much. (It's hard to tell with her. She's VERY emotional!)

Anyway, I'm signed up to start Puppy Prep School on June 30th and will let you know how that goes.

Have a ruff day!

Buddy

Cats

Cats. I have two of them. Or they have me, depending on who you ask.

They're both yellow and growl a lot. Buzz, the little one, meows a lot, too. It's pretty annoying, especially when he's meowing at me. I don't understand why cats don't want to play with me. Mom says it's because I "lunge" at them. I don't even know what "lunge" means, but it sounds disturbing.

All I want to do is play. Swat them around a little. Pull their tails. Eat their food. I sound like the typical brother, don't I? But no, I get yelled at everytime I try to do one of those things. Yesterday Mom got low blood sugar and tried to feed my food to the cats. No one yelled at her, though!! It's hard being a puppy.

BTW, I graduate from kindergarten tonight! I'm so excited! I've been practicing my "roll-overs" for my graduation trick. I'm getting really good at it, too! I'll let you know how the graduation ceremony goes. Usually all of us puppies end up in a pile biting each other. I hope that's what happens tonight!!

Gotta go. Have a ruff day!

Buddy

The Great Dahlia Massacre

You may remember my post from yesterday, indicating that there was some scrumptious stuff in the new soil in Mom's gardens. It's my absolute belief that no puppy should be expected to ignore said "stuff" in the dirt. So I didn't.

You'd think I killed someone...... or something..... well, actually I did. I mauled a few dahlias. Not all of them, just 20 or so. I couldn't believe my luck when I started digging in that dirt. There they were! These things that looked just like big turds! I was in Heaven. I just dug those things right out, ran around the yard with them hanging from my mouth, took a few bites of each one, and then spit them out! How was I supposed to know that they were my Mom's dahlia tubers???? I'd never even heard of a dahlia tuber! Why would someone name a turd a tuber???

Apparently Dad didn't care for my explanation of the facts. He explained to me that we were both in deep "dirt". He said he'd lay the groundwork with Mom by calling her at work to ask if she left some t-u-b-e-r-s laying around the yard. Well that went over like a lead balloon! She was pretty adamant that she hadn't. She also said that she went all the way to Vancouver to get those t-u-b-e-r-s from Grandma and Grandpa.

There really wasn't much I could do. I can't apologize because those t-u-b-e-r-s were SO tasty, and a puppy, such as myself, shouldn't be left alone with those things. I'll have to wait for Mom to get home to see if I'm going to get any dinner tonight. Maybe I'll just tell her that Dad did it.

Chicken sh*t!

Everytime I poop in the backyard, Mom or Dad comes out to pick it up and throw it away. OK. No problem. I understand that people don't like dog poop in the backyard. But then Mom goes and imports a bunch of dirt with chicken poop in it for our gardens. Now what do chickens have that dogs don't have??? Why couldn't they just use my dog poop for the gardens? They PAID for the chicken poop, for God's sake!

I could use a little spending cash. Why doesn't someone pay me for MY poop?!? I'm coming back in my next life as a chicken.

A Dog's Day

Hi. I'm Buddy Hershey from Bellingham, WA. I'm a 5 month old chocolate lab.

I currently attend Puppy Kindergarten at Tails-A-Waggin School for Highly Intelligent Canines. Or so I'm told. The other dogs there are fun. We like to roll on the ground, sniff each other's butts and jump on people.

Yesterday I learned how to roll over and be quiet. My folks are thrilled.

I have two siblings - Scrub and Buzz. They're both cats. Buzz doesn't like me because I found his secret stash of dead birds. So I ate them. They were tasty. Buzz holds a grudge now.

Scrub just ignores me. Not much to say about that.

Mom says I'm going to be neutered on 6/3. It sounds like fun. She says that I'll get lots of attention and won't feel a thing. Dad just makes a funny whining noise when we talk about it.

Gotta go. Have a ruff day.

Buddy