Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Hi from Jordan
So its been a long time since my mom has posted pictures of me. I'm trying not to take it personally, because she's been pretty slow posting lately, but I decided this morning to take things into my own hands (or paws to be technically correct). Especially because her brother keeps asking for photos. This whole house thing is cool, but come on, I'm the real deal. Post about me!
So things are going pretty well around here now. I've grown a lot and play with all the big dogs now. It's fun to run fast with them in the muddy water. Mom whispers to Dad that I'm getting my big dog teeth in. Does she really think I can't hear her? I don't know where all this "big dog" stuff comes from, but hey, whatever floats her boat. Just keep giving me treats.
We've got these great wild cats that live in the bush across the road from us. Wow, they are really fun to chase after. For some reason, they seem to like our neighbors house so I've started following them over there a few times a day. Mom gets all worked up about
that...something about some politician living there? Whatever, they have a cool yard.
It's really fun wandering around the house because it's sort of a maze. Lots of scaffolds (bet you didn't think I knew what those were called, did you?), wood, tiles, nails, and other fun stuff. The workers are really nice and leave lots of chicken bones for me to find. I call it treasure hunting. Mom doesn't understand the game. Anyway, I hear Mom saying that the inside of the house is almost done, but that it would be nice to get the rest sorted out. Whatever, I kinda like the place so I think she should just roll with it.
The pool is done and we've had lots of kids over to go swimming. That's pretty fun but sometimes they put me in. I'm not so keen on it. I much prefer swimming with the stingrays.
They've got me going to puppy training twice a week now. I guess it's cool, but probably more for them than me. I mean, come on, I act all prissy with them for two hours a week and then I get to do whatever I want the rest of the time. It's actually a pretty good gig because I get a lot more treats now. I hear Dad telling mom that she's not putting enough daily effort into training me and she gets this funny look on her face. Something about being busy. For the record, I'm totally with him, I want more treats.
So that's about it. I'm rocking this place. Peace out.