Waiting

I don't think it's fair that I have to wait twice for dinner.

First I have to wait while Mom makes dinner.

Then I have to wait so I can eat my dinner.

Mom says that all dogs have to wait for dinner but I don't think that's a real rule.

Day of Rest

Ball and couch. The best.

Ball!

I've been with Mom and Dad for over a year now! To celebrate, Mom got me a new ball. It's red and bouncy and rolly and just the right kind of chewy. It's solid so I can chew on it for a long time without making holes in it, which Mom likes because she doesn't want to buy me new toys every week. She also plays fetch with me a lot, because she likes to play fetch more than she likes to play tug. I think tug is the best game in the world. Maybe even better than chase. Mom says they're trying to get me a foster brother or sister to play with, and I'd like that a lot. I play bow to the cat but he doesn't play and it's not very fun at all. I just want to play all day!

Nom Nom

Carrots are a tasty snack.

Nom nom nom

My Job

I have lots of jobs here. I warn everyone if someone strange is at the door, because that's very important. I lick the water off of Mom after she gets wet in the shower. I clean Dad's face because it needs to be clean. My favorite job, though, is kitchen duty. That's where I watch Mom whenever she's cooking anything to make sure she does it right, and that the floor stays clean. If she drops anything, I have to make sure to clean the floor by eating what she drops, or at least taking it to the other room if I don't want it.

Today, Mom made carrot salad, which meant she had to grate a lot of carrots. Sometimes pieces of carrot go flying from the grater onto the floor, so I had to clean those up. It was a Very Important Job. She also had little pieces of carrot she couldn't grate anymore, so I took care of those for her because letting them go to waste would be bad.

I am very focused on my job.

Sometimes I even get called in to the job. If Mom is cooking and I'm too busy to watch her, she'll call me in when she needs me. I don't know what she did without me, because I do all sorts of jobs. I am such a useful Koby!

My Blue Period

Resting with all my toys

Mom had to go to the human vet the other day that was far away so she could see better. She was gone FOREVER. Like, DAYS. I was so sad, and so happy when she came home. Dad gave me food and took me on walks but it's just not the same. Mom got a little upset that I didn't eat very much when she was gone. But I was so sad! How was I supposed to eat all my dinner if I was so sad? She's a little worried that I'm so slow eating my food now because when I first came here she had to give it to me a little at a time because I'd eat it all at once. It's just that no one steals my food now, except the cat sometimes but he doesn't worry me. I don't really worry about people stealing things from me anymore. I grumble at Dad sometimes, but I do what he says. Usually there are treats involved.

Mom was looking over my "paperwork" today because I think she wants to take me to the V-E-T again. She says that if my papers are right, then I'm gonna be three in May! We're celebrating my homecoming day instead, though, which is June 26. Maybe I'll get a cake?

It got really hot today and I went for a run with Mom and I got really hot. But then she put ice cubes in my water bowl and those are awesome. I even got a frozen Kong to cool off. She said something about moving so I could have "air conditioning." Sometimes I think she only wants to move for dog things, like being able to foster and letting me have more room, but I'm not sure. I think if she could, she'd take in all sorts of dogs and then we could all play and it'd be awesome. But right now I'm the only dog (and the best dog!) so I get all the treats. That's pretty cool, too.

Art

Sometimes I make art. I like using found objects and deconstructing them down to their elements. Mom and Dad don't approve of my art, but I think they just don't appreciate the time and work that goes into it. Mom says tennis balls are now only for "supervised play," which means I can't have them all the time anymore. Before, I couldn't figure out how to deconstruct these special tennis balls so I could chew on them all the time, but since I got the hang of it I went through and chewed all the ones we had that Mom didn't rescue. I think it's silly that Mom won't let me have them alone anymore. Now we can only play fetch with them and I have to bring them back to her when we're done. Where's the fun in that?

Training has been a blast, though, because now I get cheese while training. Mom gets cheese in a can and I get to lick it whenever she clicks. Right now we're working on retrieving and "presenting," which I guess means I have to drop what I bring back in front of Mom. I would much rather play keep-away or tug, though, so this isn't much fun, except for the cheese. The cheese makes it great. When I remember there's cheese involved, I get very good at this game. I guess I should be, being a Labrador RETRIEVER and all, even if Mom calls me a Labramutt instead.

The cat and I have been getting along a lot better. He doesn't run from me all the time and mostly is okay with me licking his ears. He plays with my feet sometimes and sometimes he runs out and bats at my face and then runs away. And then Dad gets mad at me for chasing him. He was so asking for it! The cat still isn't that much fun to play with. I'm still waiting for that friend you promised me, Mom...