Hanging Out with Knee

Mom and I are hanging out at Knee's house tonight. We've been doing that a lot. Knee comes to our house every night, too. I wonder if we're keeping Knee forever. I get a little jealous, though, 'cause she hogs all of my Mom's petting time. Knee even gets in Mom's bed at night! That's just not fair.

Mom gave us both Munchy Bones tonight. Knee likes them, too, I guess. I just hope she doesn't eat all of them. They're MY bones, after all!

Munchy Bones Are Awesome

Knee is chewing on one of those Dingo rawhides out in the living room right now. I used to like them, but I got pretty tired of them. Munchy Bones are my favorite things now. They're so yummy!

While Knee was distracted with her Dingo, Mom gave me a Munchy Bone. I thought we were out of them. I was SO excited. I snuck past Knee and ran to my office so that I could properly enjoy it without her bothering me. I'm so sneaky...

I Shouldn't Have Eaten That...

I ate a little bit of Knee's crunchy doggie food this morning. I shouldn't have. I threw up in my office today and didn't feel well all day. Now Mom says I stink 'cause I smell like throw up. She doesn't need to tell me that...I'm the one with the better sniffer!

Knee Fly-bys

I have no idea why, but Knee decided that she wanted to mess with me when we're out for walks. She lets me walk in front of Mom and she pretends to sniff something. Then, out of the blue, she comes flying directly at me! It's TERRIFYING! She hasn't ever hit me, but she sure comes close. It's really not fun.

Gobble, Gobble

Mom and I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house yesterday. They all left me there for a while and went someplace else. I watched Grandpa's TV and napped on the couch. It was sort of boring. I was tired and didn't really want to be there alone. Well, to be completely honest, I gave Mom a little grief when we got there because I didn't even really want to go inside. Things have been so messed up lately -- I've hardly had any time to myself. Mom keeps bringing Knee over to our house. We keep going to Knee's house, too. I'm getting really jealous. What's the deal with Knee these days?!?!

Knee's House

Mom and I have gone to Knee's house for two nights in a row now. We sit on the couch with Knee when we're there. Mom rubs our bellies, so that's pretty cool. I was a little afraid of the place last night, but I'm not as frightened tonight.

I like Knee's backyard. Mom doesn't make me where my leash because Knee has a big fence. That's pretty cool.

Anferknee

Mom let Anferknee spend the night last night. I was so upset that I just sat on the couch and watched her every move. Knee was NOT going to get my toys! Mom told me that I needed to learn to share...

I was actually scared, though, when it was time to go to bed. I've never had another doggie sleep over. I'm afraid to admit it, but I cowered over by the door until Mom picked me up and put me on the bed. I could keep an eye on things from up there.

We all went for a walk this morning. Knee sort of took charge, so I stayed back by Mom. I ran right to my crate when we came back inside. I needed to relax a while.

The Nerve of Her!

Mom brought another doggie over to MY house today! I just couldn't believe that she'd do that. Knee (the other doggie) kept walking all over and sniffing everything...all of MY stuff, that is! I barked at her, and Mom got after ME for it! Can you believe that?! What is wrong with her?!

Mom brought a couple of Knee's doggie beds, too. That worries me. I wonder if Knee is staying here for a while. This house ain't big enough for the both of us!

Hunger Strike

I've decided to go on a hunger strike. I demand more doggie treats! Cookies are my favorite things to eat, so why should I bother with the crunchy, dry food or even the canned stuff? I want more cookies! Bring on the treats!

This is day two of my hunger strike. Mom's starting to get worried. I can tell. I'm sure she'll cave in soon and break out the treats. I'll keep you posted...

Going to Grandma and Grandpa's!

Mom got out the backpack tonight and that only means one thing...we're going to Grandma and Grandpa's house!!! I'm so excited!

Going to Grandma and Grandpa's house is SO much fun! It's a really long ride in the car. I love looking out the window, though. I eventually get a little tired of that so I just curl up on the seat beside Mom and I take a nap. She pets me most of the way, too.

And you know what Grandma and Grandpa have? A huge yard with a fence around it! I don't have to wear my leash. I can go running through the grass as fast as I want and I don't have Mom slowing me down and cramping my style. There's a whole lot of stuff to sniff, too. I love that yard!

Inside Grandma and Grandpa's house I get to have my own spot on the couch. Grandpa gets the middle of the couch and I sit right beside him. That's my spot. Grandpa likes to feed me lots of people food, too, even though Mom tells him not to. I love Grandpa! Grandma has cooked me my very own egg before, too. That was SO cool.

I can't wait to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house! I wonder when we're leaving...

Puppy Poetry: Doggie Food

Doggie food from a can is the best.
That I’m sure nobody will contest.

The dry, crunchy stuff I do detest
And will only eat under protest.

Canned is what I’ll request
And always plan to suggest.

Better than the rest,
It’s easier to digest

It’s the best!
I can attest.

Ah, the Weekend

I love the weekend. Mom's home a lot more, so I don't have to spend as much time in my office watching QVC. I watched TV all morning today but then Mom came back home and we went for a walk around the pond. I love that pond! There are so many good trees to pee on over there. I ran out of "ammo" in no time today, so I just left my mark by wiping my feet everywhere. (Mom thinks I'm just running in place when I do that...)

Mom and I both took a nap this afternoon. I'm so tired this evening, though. I think the walk around the pond really took all of my energy for the day. I'm only taking a quick break from my napping to write this. Then I'll probably nap until it's time to go to bed. It's so hard to be a doggie...

Yet Another Stupid Bath

I was just starting to get a good doggie stink going when Mom made me take a stupid bath tonight. I hate water! The only good thing to do with it is to drink it. I really don't like getting wet. That bathtub is just terrible. I can't even see over the side of it.

And you know what's just as bad as the bath? The hairdryer! I really don't like that warm air blowing on my head. Mom can dry my back, but that's about it. She needs to just leave the rest alone.

When we're outside and there's a breeze, I like to stick my face right in it so that I can enjoy all of the new sniffs. Warm air like that doesn't have any good smells in it...just burnt smells. Yuck!

Gender Lines

Am I a radical feminist? No. I don’t think so. I do have a bit of trouble, though, with the blurring of the gender lines. You know why? I like to pee on trees. Yes…I pee like a boy. Well, that’s what people keep saying -- "like a boy." Why is it that only boy doggies can pee on trees, though? Why do THEY get to have all of the fun? I don’t think it’s fair. I enjoy leaving my mark, too, and the only real way to properly do that is to lift a leg. What’s so wrong with that? (Besides, of course, the occasional "accident" because I'm not really "equipped" to project well...)

I’m a girlie doggie. I just have that one quirk. Does that make me any less of a female? Nope!

Augh! Run!

I think we're under attack! When Mom took me out a few minutes ago there was a terrible, terrible racket. It sounded like lots of bombs were being dropped nearby -- bang! pop! bang! I tucked my tail and made tracks back towards home. It was terrifying!

Editors note: No need to head to a bomb shelter. Somebody was just shooting off fireworks nearby. They're one of many things that Lexi is frightened of...

Puppy Poo-etry

I take the time
Just to find
The very perfect spot.

I get ready,
Do what I do,
And give it all I’ve got.

So why does Mom pick up the poo?


Just once I wish
She’d leave it there
In the spot that I picked out.

Other doggies
Would all know
That I was there without a doubt.

But my Mom picks up the poo.


It’s a simple system
That dogs have.
It’s how we catch the news.

We leave a gift
For friends to find,
And we know whose is whose.

Why can’t Mom leave my poo?


Plenty of dogs
Leave their mark
Out there in the grass.

No, not me,
That can’t be.
I guess I’ll have to pass.

My mom picks up the poo.