I am still getting my walks twice a day. Some times my human forgets about me and we are late in going. However, he finally remembers me and we are off.
The weather is changing and it has been raining a lot. I do not mind the rain and getting wet, but when get back to the store those other humans always tell me I look awful. The hamburger guy told me I look like a drowned rat; the other one told me I was a dirty and a mess. Hey, I had fun and they still gave me my treat. You never know what you can beg from those humans. It is usually very good. I don’t turn many of their yummies down.
But then my favorite human takes a towel to me and I DON’T LIKE THAT!
What’s the deal? I will dry off eventually. All the humans tell me my hair is great after a rainy walk. I don’t think I have heard them say anything about my human’s hair.
I have found some new friends at work. They are good for many good pets. I love being petted. I really like little people. Some of them are scared of me. But I promise to be a good girl. I think they will become my friends.
I don’t see one human often. But when he comes I have to go to the apartment. He really likes me but I wish I didn’t have to go in there. Maybe I will mature and the humans will let me stay in the warehouse. I don’t know maybe it might be another belly scratch.

Champion? Best in Show? Are you kidding me?

It has been a tough couple of weeks. Razor returned from his latest tour, something about participating in dog shows, and he seemed even more full of himself then normal. I did not think it was possible. We all thought it was Razor being Razor, but then our world was rocked. On the refrigerator was a nice big picture of Razor from his latest competition standing next to a placard for Best in Show. Good grief, we all thought it was crazy for him to take 1st place in his breed, but Best in Show? Ugggh. I don't know if Rowdy, Blu and I are going to be able to take it!

-Bear

Talk About Me Like a Dog

My human had the TV turned on and I heard the President of the United States say, "They talk about me like a dog." It sounded like he didn't like it. What did he mean anyway?

People talk about me like a dog all the time. Right in front of me, as though they think I can't understand. Like anyone else, I don't like being talked about in my presence as if I wasn't there. That part is irritating. But the president didn't say they talk about him as if he wasn't there; he said they talk about me like I'm a dog.

When people talk about me, they say things like, "Oh, she's so cute. What kind is she? Oh, isn't she just sweet? She's so pretty." Who could object to that? Also, it's difficult for me to imagine people are saying the president is cute, sweet, or pretty. No, that can't be it.

My human answers the comments about me with things like, "Thank you, she's a Pom. She's spoiled. My baby. Don't try to touch her, she's waaay protective and will growl and snap." Do you think they're saying the president is spoiled, a baby, and will growl and snap? Hmmm, maybe but seems to me, if anything, the "dog" comment was more about whining. I hardly ever do that, but some dogs do, I guess.

I wonder -- How does the president and his family talk about their dog, Bo? Must not be good if it makes the president unhappy to be talked about like a dog.

I may not have my own airplane like Bo, but my human talks nice to me and about me. I'm her little darling -- that's better than having a plane (I think).