Ready for Wag-O-Ween!

Tomorrow my apartment complex is having Wag-O-Ween, so we went to Petsmart today to get my Halloween costume! There were a couple of options, but most were going to be too hot for the weather here. (It's been in the low 80's this week! Someone needs to remind Savannah that it's supposed to feel like fall in late October. Come on!) So to stay cool we decided to be a jester.

I didn't handle Petsmart very well. I barked... a lot! But I got to get two new toys! New is great!

My Favorite Place

Every day my mom takes me to the park for a walk. It's right down the street from my house. I love the car ride there. I stick my head out the window... it's great to be a dog. Even though I am just tall enough so that my head barely fits out the window. 

But this is an improvement from how I used to insist to ride in the car...

... which was in the lap... of the driver. 

 This is the trail we walk on. It's a mile long and just enough for me to get my energy worn down for the afternoon!

The trail makes me a very happy puppy! Except for when I see my enemy... the very dangerous and aggressive POST! I make sure to growl and bark at it every time I remember it's there.

Some days my mom will take me to this big field next to the trail... I love this because I get to get off of my leash and run in huge circles. 

Some days I get to go to the park twice. Dad will sometimes go with mom and me when he gets home from work! 

Dad runs with me. It's much more fun to play with dad because running with him is more of a challenge (I can run much faster than mommy) and he plays longer (mom says she needs to get in better shape).

Oh my goodness! I love the park! 

But now that it's fall I've been finding some interesting distractions. There are these things called pine cones and they're all over the place. They are like free toys! I will pounce on them and then sit down to chew on my prize. Sometimes this seems much more interesting to me than walking. 

Free toys are great... especially when you do this to all your store bought ones...

 One a side note... I think I have replaced my love of being under, with my love of being with.

It's been a while...

Here's a little catch up of what I've been up to the past few weeks.

My mom and I went to visit my grandma a few weeks ago to help her out with her eye surgery. I was a very big helper. I was always willing to sit on and offer up my cuteness to make grandma feel better. Nothing is better than a puppy letting you know how cute they are. 

I was also very helpful as a guard dog. My grandparents have this evil, little bulldog in their basement. No worries. I immediately let it know I was in charge. However, the bulldog posed no threat to myself or my family so I quickly engaged it with a play bow.  I don't know what it is about bulldogs... but I just don't like them. Mom says I get that from my daddy's side of the family. 

While we were in Atlanta we decided to address another issue. Too many people call me a boy. I know a lot of people generally assume if you're a dog, you're a boy. Obviously this is not true. So my mom decided I needed a makeover to help people out. 

First, my grandma bought me a very cute, pink collar.

However, Dad likes my Georgia Tech collar very much so mom picked up a little something to dress it up. She found a clip-in hair bow for little girls, but when added to my collar it's the perfect accessory to show off my feminine side. 

Something else very big happened when I visited my grandparents! Remember my Aunt Bailey? She had to wear a muzzle whenever I was around?

Well now we're friends! No more muzzle. We actually L.O.V.E playing together! Yay! This makes my mom and grandma very happy. But confuses my Uncle Luke. He'd rather play with toy playing keep-away rather than wrestle like Bailey and me. 

My grandparents from my dad's side came down to visit a few weekends ago too! I was so excited because they brought my Uncle Scottie! I love playing with him!

 However, the only downside  (according to my mom and dad) to playing with my Uncle Scottie and Aunt Bailey is that I've become a little more vocal recently. So my parents bought this thing that supposedly makes a high pitched noise that only I can hear when I bark. The jury is still out on whether or not it's helping. 

Also, because I do a lot of this:

the white couch often looks like this:

 So mom and dad bought this thing. It's advertised to sweep up pet hair from furniture... ha! Joke is on them! My hair seems to be too short for this tool to be effective.

My Grandmador brought this down with her a couple of weeks ago. 

It's a brush thing that is really effective on my Uncle Scottie. For me, it's more effective as a toy. 

Let's see... what else has been going on?

Remember when I did this?

Well mom replaced it with this...

More appropriate since I spend most of my time out on the porch. It's been out there for a while now and I haven't chewed it up! Snaps for me!

Mom also bought this cute leash-hook thing for my growing collection of harnesses and collars. The sign is very true by the way. It reads "Home is where the dog is"... well duh. 

I still very, very much like to be "on" and "with"... or behind. However I can just be close.

Mom also wants to show you some pictures of some "cute" puppies (obviously not as cute as me) that she and her friend Erin ran into at a pet adoption day in Atlanta this weekend. Mom said she really wanted to bring one home for me to have a little sister or brother, but I like being the only child and am glad it's still just our family of three.