I like people! In the past couple of days, I’ve met quite a few of them. There are some like my Dad who say, “What a good looking dog.” There are some that are pretty and speak in high voices. They say things like, “Awww, how cute!”, and, “What a sweetie.” Dad calls them “girls” and “women”. He says I’m a babe magnet. I don’t know what that means, but I do like the girls. They smell good and I like to lick them.
Last night, Dad’s Barbershop Quartet came over to practice. I sure liked meeting them and had a great time listening to them. Most of the time, I was really well behaved and just lay down in the middle of them and listened. Although there were a couple of times I just had to join in.
Hey! I got really brave and walked down three whole steps! It wasn’t so bad, after all. Maybe I’ll try four later on today.
Dad had to move the divider in my crate back a couple of bars. He says it’s ’cause I’m growing. I like it. Now I can stretch out a little bit more when I’m sleeping.
And I’m learning to chew! I like to chew most all the time, except when I’m sleeping. Dad tells me not to, and I’m beginning to pay attention to him now. Sometimes when he tells me not to chew on the <furniture/box/carpet/feet/hands/arms/wires/stereo/you-name-it>, I give him this funny look and them plop down and pout. Harrumph! Then I see one of my toys and I pounce on it! Yay for toys!
Time for my nap. See you later!