Two woofs

Finally I get my chance to contribute something to this blog. It’s my birthday today and I am now 2 years old. Mom and Dad say I’m lucky to see 2 – whatever that means. If you want to send me presents I love Wubbas, Kongs, dried liver treats, carrots, bananas and apple pie. Don’t tell Mom about the apple pie part.

This is me as a puppy. Mom says I have had this worried look all of my life, but that I look happier and more relaxed since we got here.

Mom thinks I don’t have much to blog about, she says I mostly play, eat and sleep, but my days here are really pretty interesting and I have a lot of responsibilities.

I have to wait in the morning until someone finally gets up.  Then I go downstairs and check all the perimeters to make sure that everything in the house is the way it was when I went to bed. I don’t really like change.

Usually Dad makes coffee  then takes me outside, and Mom feeds those pesky cats. Well, I like Leon but the other cats are pesky.  I have a nice comfy bed on the porch so usually I get a nice Kong bone stuffed with kibble to nibble on while I wait to be served my breakfast. Mom and Dad like to feed me small amounts of my breakfast at a time, so if they get distracted while reading stuff on the PC my breakfast sometimes takes forever.

Then we have to wait a whole half hour before I am allowed to go play.  If I think it’s been long enough I bark and bark and bark but that doesn’t seem to get me out any quicker.  Then I get to go chase wubbas, and sometimes play with my jolly ball, and jump and leap and run, and play games until I can’t think any more and I am tired. Then we go for a walk. Mom and Dad think I take too long on my walk, but they have NO idea what things have been out in the woods overnight. Yikes ! I need to sniff everything to see what has gone on since the last time I was out.


This is me and Dad playing. Mom said we looked like we were being silly boys.

I get to do the same thing at lunch and dinner time, except I don’t get any lunch.

In between I mostly sleep, but if anything moves or makes a noise, I am on full alert and will bark. I bark at the heron, and the gulls, and the chipmunks, and the red squirrels, and if anyone is in the river, and sometimes people are talking outside somewhere so I bark then too.

Mom and Dad don’t like it if I bark too long though, so I am learning to just bark until they pay attention, and then I will “shush”.

The new place is pretty cool. I know when Dad is coming home because I can hear the tractor coming. I hear it a long time before Mom does.  I get to go into the river sometimes and chase floating wubbas. We walk along the river edge, and up roads, and down paths. Before I was born Mom and Dad named me Von Schnootzel, and now they have named one of the paths after me and call it Von Schnootzel lane.  I think it should be called Jet's Way.

I haven’t been out in the truck since I got here, except Mom puts me in sometimes and gives me cookies. Not sure what that is about. Sometimes I don't have a leash on, and decide to go my own way and she opens the truck door and I can't resist coming back and getting in. Maybe it's those cookies....

I like this photo of me the best 'cos I look black and scary. But Mom says it's because the camera was at 1600 ISO and the photo is grainy. I don't care - I still think I look good.

Mom took this photo of me in the river last year. She won't take her new camera in the river in case I splash it or something, so there are no photos of me swimming this year. I love going in the river.

Well, that's probably all I am going to write about for my birthday. I just want everyone to know that I am still waiting for my birthday cake.