I'll be watching you....

I watch my pack.  It's my job but I like to do it anyway.  And I listen all the time, too.  That way I know if someone is sad or mad or happy.  Or if they are sick.  Because it's my job to help them feel better!  I don't mind at all.  It just comes naturally.

I like to watch them eat, too.  It's fun because of all the good smelly things!  Like broccoli!  Good smelly broccoli gets saved for my breakfast and my suppertime and it's my favorite.  My other favorite is peas.  I love peas.  Oh, and spagetters, they are my favorite, too.  And when my pack eats, I always get the schnibs.  ALWAYS. That's my second breakfast and second dinner!   It isn't very much, but it is always yumbers!

So, I was thinking that it's only fair that my pack watch me eat, too!  Yep.  Why not?   Mom usually watches me have my breakfast and suppertime, but in between I have snacks that are good for my teeth.  And they forget to watch me.  So I have to remind them.  That's when I yell at them.  Not a lot, just a little.  They understand Spotter pretty well now, so it doesn't take long.  Sometimes I don't even have to yell, just whimper a bit and they "get" it! "Come in here and watch me eat my bone!"  Haha, I've trained them well.  I watch you so YOU watch ME!  The only difference is, I don't share my schnibs.  They don't seem to mind. 

 

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!

That ain't the way to have fun, son......

Uh-oh.  Uh-oh.  I got in trouble again.  I didn't mean it.  I can't stand it when I get yelled at. If I find something interesting outside and put it in my mouth and Mom yells at me, I spit it out!  I listen.  I do.

Mom and Dad went out.  I had a treat and my Kong toy.  I love my Kong toy, it has treats inside.  I have to get them!  It's fun.

I guess I could have taken a nap.  But something was all good smelly in the garbage and they forgot and left it on the floor.  It smelled SO good!  And nobody was yelling.  So I tipped it over and went foraging.  There wasn't  much in there.  But I found the good smelly thing.  Smells like turkey!  Ooooooh.  Yumbers.  

But when they came back home, there was yelling.  Uh-oh.  I ran to the bedroom so they couldn't see me.  They were upset.  And they had to get that noisy clean up monster out.

After a while there was no more yelling and the monster went back in the closet.  But Mom and Dad were still upset.  I could just tell.

What's really funny is my suppertime was the BEST!  I had spergetters and eggs and there was something else tasty in there or on it.  All I had was hooman food, none of my kibble.  I really liked that! 

The next day, it was the same thing!  All hooman food.  We had lots of eggs when we were in the hotel.  I love eggs.  I had scrambled eggs again!  I wonder what is so special?

Since then, it is back to normal. Some kibble, some vegetables, sometimes some chicken.  And they don't forget to put the garbage up if they go somewhere.  I'm glad I still get my  Kong toy!

We had to go grocery shopping and somehow missed putting the garbage pail up on the counter before leaving.  When we thought of it, there was nothing we could do, and besides, there was hardly anything in it.

However, what was in it was a discarded package wrapper for turkey hot dogs.  (I don't eat those things, Harry's Dad does.)  So, I didn't know about it.  At any rate, when we got home, there was the garbage strewn in the kitchen and a little bit spilled over into the living room.

At that point my husband started panicking because of the turkey dog wrapper.  We could not be sure, but it appeared that he may have ingested some of the plastic.  Having had dogs all my life, I had a good idea what to do and what to watch for, but double checked on the internet.  Sure enough, eggs and olive oil.

So I scrambled up some eggs, I already had some plain leftover spaghetti, and I doused it all with a tablespoon of olive oil.  Harry snarfed it up.

He walked with his happy meter going and seemed fine, and we were relieved that he pooped!  I continued to watch him closely, though.

Next morning, happy boy was ready for his morning walk, pooped again and was delighted that I was cooking for him.   All is well in Spotter land.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm....

Sometimes I think we live in a park now.  There are so many big trees and some hills and I really love going on my walks now, so I go on three BIG walks everyday!!

It's been really cold, but yesterday was warm!  And the sun was shining and we all got in the car!  Oh boy!  I know what that means!   Yep.  We went to the pretty park again with a stream and ducks and all kinds of good smelly stuff!

It was such a nice day that there were lots and lots of dogs running around!  I met a little dog named Molly.  She kind of looked like me, only smaller, haha, and a different color....but we sniffed and wagged our happy meters and jumped around a little and got tangled up in our leashes!  

Golly, I saw a Doberman and a Border Collie and a Golden and a Labradoodle and a bull dog.  They weren't too close to me so I just yelled "Hello!" to them.  

This time we started to go across a bridge, but it was scary!  It made noise and was wobbly and I felt wobbly and I didn't like it, so we turned around.  There was another bridge that didn't wobble, so I was okay with that one.

Then we sat down and I had a snack and some water.  A family came up to me.  A girl was in a rolling chair and wanted to meet ME.  So I, Harry Spotter, tried to make myself as tall as I could.  She liked me.  I liked her, too!

Then a man came up and asked to meet me.  He pat my head and held my face and told me how handsome I am!  

Then we walked again and there were some boys on bicycles.  They wanted to meet me, too.  I'm a pretty popular pup!  

Before we went home I met another little dog.  We rubbed noses!

Then it was almost suppertime.  I know because my tummy was telling me what time it was.  

I had lots of fun at the park!

We had a rogue warm day and it seemed like everyone came out to the park.  Dogs galore!  Mr. Spotter was uptail and waggy.  There is something about Harry that people pick up on.  I didn't see other dogs getting the attention he was.  It must be his gentle nature.  Anyway, he got pets and compliments and some nice social time with some other pups.  

The only thing he didn't care for was one bridge which is a suspension bridge over the rather large "creek."  To tell the truth, I didn't like it, either!  The slats moved and made noise when you stepped on them.  It is a very substantial bridge and I have no doubt it is sturdy and strong, but it freaked Harry out, I could see him start to tremble, so we quickly turned around and went back to the banks.

All in all, it was a very lovely day.