You ain't nothing but a hound dog.....

I'm a pretty smart pup.  Have I told you that before? I have noticed in my travels that some dogs belong to clubs.  Yep, they do.  Some are in little dog clubs and they don't like dogs that aren't little, too.  At least, not too  much.  Some little dogs are nice but most of them bark at me.  I don't think it's very nice.

And there is a Golden club.  I have seen that with my very own, very sharp eyes.  And at the big dog store I noticed a Dobie club.  Hmmmm.  One of the Dobies at the store was a girl.  She was REAL pretty.

I didn't think I had a club.  But then another time at the big dog store, I was looking for Mom so I called her.  And a little hooman boy said, "Sounds like a hound."  Hound?  I have heard that word before.  Mom sometimes sings a funny song to me with that word.  Am I a hound?

The weather has been getting just a teeny tiny bit better.  So my pack and I have started to make our walks just a little longer.  Around the corner and on the other side, we were walking one day and there was a dog outside of their house.  Big, like me.  Even a little bigger.  Floppy ears, long snout....friendly, too!   Mom said "hound."  

Now, when we walk, if that hound is outside, he just nods at us.  And I nod back.  We don't bark at each other or make a fuss.  We just say "hello" hound style.  I think I have a club of my own!  The Hound Club!  Yay!

I'm popular!

Hey, everybody?  Did you know I have a Facebook page!  It is called the same thing as my first book, The Amazing Canine Adventures of Harry Spotter!   Did you know something else?  Now I'm on Instagram, too!  

I feel stunning, oh, so stunning!

Oh, boy!  A ride in the car!  Where we going?  Where we going?  It's kind of cold out......a park?  Where we going?  

Oh, I know this place.....I can use my magical powers to open the doors!  There's lots of other dogs here....and good smelly things!  Food and treats and dog butts!  Lots of people to smile at me and tell me what a handsome boy I am!

What....wait!  What is this?  It's not the dogtor......but this lady is putting me on a table and the table goes UP!  I can see everything from up here!  Except Mom....I don't know where she went, but I will keep looking.

Other dogs are on tables, too.  They are getting haircuts.  My nails are getting clipped.  Gee, that was FAST!  All done!

Oh, boy, there's my pack.  Hey, let's get out of here!  I see the doors, I know where they are, c'mon, let's go!

We all pile back in the car and when I get home, Mom puts a new collar on me!  She says it's "spiffy."  I don't know what that means, but it does have little bones on it.  I guess I feel spiffy now! Oh, SO spiffy!

Does anybody really know what time it is?

I was born with a clock in me!  I was!  I always know what time it is.  I'm not sure how I know...maybe it is another one of my magical powers?  But I do always know what time it is.

I know when it is morning and it's time for my Dad to get up.  Sometimes he doesn't know what time it is, so I have to tell him.  When he finally hears me, he knows he has to get up.  I like that, too, because then I get to take over the bed and snuggle for a while with Mom!

But pretty soon I know it's time for me to take a walk and have my breakfast, so I have to wake Mom up, too.  

After my breakfast we get to nap some more in the bed.  I only get up if Dad has a second breakfast, because I get schnibbles.  But that's not a problem because I can always go back to bed, ha ha!

Later on I know that it's time for another walk and sure enough, everybody starts putting shoes on!  

And then comes my very best favorite time of the day....SUPPERTIME!  I love suppertime!  I especially love spagetters, but I love my veggies, too!

After my suppertime comes hooman suppertime and I get schnibbles of that, too!  Yumbers.

Pretty soon it's night time.  Time for one last run out the door and a big nap curled up in my bed.   

Don't know what time it is?  Just ask me!!  I have a clock in me!

I used to think Harry used the light...sunlight...to figure out what time of day it was.  But now I am beginning to think it is more than that....his stomach, perhaps?  A combination of the two?  Whatever it is, he has an uncanny knack for always knowing the correct time.   Good boy!