Just in time...

When I was a pup, I was afraid of almost everything!  I talk about that in my books.   One of the worst things was the monsters outside, the garbage monsters and the mower monsters.  When they were outside, I would stay INSIDE.  I would NOT go out.  Nope.  No way.

Then we moved here.  And there were still garbage monsters and mower monsters.  But you know what?  They don't bother me anymore!

My pack noticed, too!  When we were walking the other day, I marched right past TWO noisy mower monsters.  Yep, TWO!  And I didn't pay any attention to them.  Mom said, "Wow, look at that!"  And she meant me, look at me!  Then Dad said, "Just in time."  And Mom said "Just in time."  Just in time?  Just in time for what?  What?  What could that mean????

They say it's your birthday...

Hey, it's my birthday!  My OFFICIAL birthday!   Mom says that makes me like the Queen of England.  Haha!  I don't know what that means.   But, anyway, I had all my favorite things today.   I had some peas, and spagetters and chicken broth.  AND I got a special treat - something yummy.  I hope I get more of those soon!    

Today I am six and a half.  So next year I will be a year and a half older.  No, that's not right. Next year I will be a year older by half.  ????  That isn't right either.   My OFFICIAL birthday is too  many places so I can't change it.  BUT I won't be seven until the springtime.  There.  That's right.

I have to get back to my birthday now.  I might be getting more treats!!

Something's coming, I don't know what it is.

Hmmmmm.  Something is going on.   I don't know what to think.  My pack was crying.   Then they were laughing!  I am so confused.  Nothing is changing.   What is going on?  I can feel that something is going on.  *sigh*  I am worried.   Sort of.   Grrrmmmmm.

 

Sunrise, sunset.....sunrise, sunset....

I love waking up every morning!  I can't wait because I know I will get a yummy breakfast and a nice walk.  When I wake up I do  my happy wiggle  worm dance!   When I go out on my walk, I'm all up tail and my happy meter is working overtime!!  It's the best time.  Especially now, because it gets really hot later.  The morning is still nice and cool!!

I like my afternoon walk, too and my after suppertime walk.  The only thing I don't like too much is the nighttime.  I don't really walk around, I just go out really quick and come right back in.  I still don't like it.  

By nighttime I'm all comfy in my bed and my tummy is happy.  Mom has to wake me up.  She says "Andiamo!" I know what that means...I have to go out.  Besides being comfy and cozy, I just don't like the dark.  Nope.  I do not like it.   I don't like the bright lights of the cars that go by and I don't like it because there could be critters out there.  I put my happy meter away, between my legs.  I just want to get right back inside as fast as I can!   Then I can settle down and begin to look forward to my happy morning walk again.  Yay!!

It's all in the game...

No one ever taught me how to play with toys.  Oh, Mom tried.  I had a bunch of toys.   I just never did anything with them.  Now I have one toy.  I really like my toy, because when I bop it around it gives me treats!  I just don't see the point of running after a ball or a frisbee.  Or a stick.  A wood stick?  I figure if I can't eat it, why bother?

But we play little games sometimes.  I used to like pretending I had no legs so Mom had to struggle to get my halter on!   I don't do that anymore.   I like going out here, so I can't wait to get out the door!  

And Dad throws me popcorn, sometimes, but I'm not very good at catching it.  I don't know why.  They just always get away from me, like butterflies.

But everyone has a talent, and SO do I!  When Mom and Dad have these tasty little sesame sticks, they will throw one every now and then.  And guess what?  I am a CHAMPION sesame stick catcher!  Really!  I hardly ever miss.  I just open up the vapor lock and in it goes!   Maybe that is part of my magic, like opening doors with my brain!  

I might not know how to play with toys, but sesame sticks taste WAY better, anyway!!

People stop and stare, they don't bother me...

We were walking on the street where I live and there were some people across the street.  They had little people with them and they were all looking at me and pointing.  Well, I know I'm a handsome guy, everybody says so!   We went to say "hello" to them and then I got really busy with the little ones and they had cookies, too!  Peanut Butter!  Yumbers!  So, my Mom is going to tell this story...

 
Walking Harry at nearly 6 p.m., still 90 degrees...meandering along. There is a family across the street - Mom, Dad, who is holding a baby girl, and a young boy and girl, about 5 and 7. Maybe Latino, I don't know....whatever...I see they are very interested in Harry. I see the father point to show the baby the "doggie."...so, husband, Harry and I cross the street...they want to see.

As we approach, I say, "He is friendly!" and there are smiles all around. They are not Latino, they are Indian. The woman, the Mom, is freaking gorgeous. The older kids are each holding a cookie...anyway, knowing Harry is friendly, he gets lots of pets as we caution the kids to keep the cookies away...hahaha...Harry LOVES food!...The little boy wants to give him some cookie..and I tell him that chocolate is not good for dogs, although Harry likes peanut butter a lot. "OH, the cookie IS peanut butter! I can give him just a peanut butter bit!" Ok...and he does, to his delight. And another! The Dad asks, "What is his name?" We say, in unison, "Harry"....and then I add, "Well, his full name is Harry Spotter"....and then I heard a most wonderful sound...I heard his name as I have only heard it in my head....the way I always wanted to hear it...with a clipped British accent......"Harry SPOT - Tah!!! Ah..hahahahaha!" I was so tickled. Finally!

Me and my shadow...

I don't like having my picture taken.  Nope.  Not ever!  Mom will tell you because she tries sometimes but only gets pictures of empty places!! Hahaha.  Sometimes she is really sneaky and she DOES get a picture, but it's not easy!!

My Dad found a picture of another dog, but he kind of looks like me!  He does, but he doesn't! Mom said he has the same espresso.  I don't know what that means, but he does sort of have my face!   How'd that happen?  Here, look!

See?  It's me, but it's not!!  Like my shadow!

 

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That is Seth Abramson's dog, the journalist.  It is rather amazing that the facial expression is so much like our boy, Harry.  His coloring is different, but that face!!!!  Here is Harry in a VERY rare, decent photo.