My life as a retired show dog and now-retired reading therapy dog but all around good boy.
Happy birthday to me!
posted by eba at 7:11 AM
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Birthday. Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be one year old. One whole year. It's been pretty exciting. Dog shows. Training. Travel. People. Dog parks. Birds. I'll celebrate tomorrow. Right now I'm growling at the cat that lives at our house. Grrrr. Grrrrowl. Oooowwwl. Grrowwllll.
posted by eba at 11:05 PM
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Sometimes I like -- well, lots of times, really -- I like to run around the back yard barking my fool head off at kids in the school yard or squirrels or people and other dogs walking along the bike path behind my fence or at just stuff, and I don't think the people in the house like it that much? So we've both learned a great new trick. I learned at the field day from Rico how to come running back when Kristen blew a quick toot-toot on a whistle. And now when I'm running around my back yard barking my fool head off, she or Eric or Reade open the door and blow a quick toot-toot on the whistle and they laugh because I love to come running up on the deck to see them when they do it! Yippee. Woof woof! Toot! Toot!
posted by eba at 9:46 PM
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I hurt my leg a few days ago. I'm not sure how. I was running or jumping or something and tweaked it. Doctor Bo says it's just a sprain, whatever that means. Nothing's broken. Nothing's out of place. My right leg. When I stand, I sometimes hold my paw off the ground. But I can still run and bark at people on the path behind my fence, or the birds. When my people touch my leg, there's no one spot that really hurts. So I just kind of limp around. I feel like John Wayne, pilgrim. Doctor Bo says to take it easy for three weeks. So I haven't been on a walk since Saturday. I'm getting antsy. I'm only a pup (for a few more weeks at least) and so I have lots of energy still.
posted by eba at 6:49 AM
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