Can we talk? Just for a few minutes? Ok good.
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED! When mom and I started this blog, we (she) didn't know if anyone would ever read it, or like it, or comment on it, or even follow it. And guess what, you are!
This might seem like a mediocre deal to some- but for a little puggle in Ohio, this is a big deal! I knew I'd make friends (or should I call you, "followers") mom says I have a very "loving personality"...
The other night I got into a bit of trouble. I wasn't bad or anything, well, maybe I was. See, mom wanted to bbq out back- but before dad started grilling, he sprayed for weeds. Well, I really like the smell of the weed killer so I rolled in it. Twice. This got dad upset because "He needs to listen!" and mom upset because "now he needs a bath".
The next night they bbq'd again. This was my redemption time. I wasn't going to roll in ANYTHING. Except, there were no smells! The perfume from last night was gone!
Since we don't have a deck, mom and dad sat in the grass (on chairs of course) and ate their dinner. It smelled so good- but since I'm a good boy, I left them alone and wondered my backyard.
Then I thought of something, "if they are outside, they want to play!" So I brought one of my tennis balls over to dad's chair and put it on the grass and sat next to it.
He didn't seem to notice, so I nudged his leg with my nose.
Dad: Hi buddy!
me: Wanna play fetch?
Mom: we shouldn't play with him while we're eating outside
me: Hu? But mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom
And dad caved.
Dad: Jack, mommy says 'no'
mom: You two can play, just when we're done eating
And I walked away. It was at this point that I realized, I gotta go potty! As mom and dad sat at the table eating, I did my "business". I heard mom point this out to dad.
Mom: Haha, I guess it was either play fetch or go potty
Dad: I guess!
Mom: We need a deck!
Dad: Uh greed
(I know these photos don't have me in them...but they give you an idea of what mom, dad and my backyard look like!)