Life is Fun!

Here I am again - Harriet Don't the Pup.  Or is that "Don't, Harriet!"?  I'm not sure.  But I think my Puppy Raiser Dad isn't going to say nice things about me when he sees what I'm playing with.

I'm a little bigger!  Before (right)....






...and After (left).

I'm heavier, too.  My PR Mom says she's going to use me for weight-lifting. 

It's harder to get through the spaces in the garden fence.  Am I supposed to be in the garden?  Well, noooo....  (This picture is from way back two weeks ago, when it was easier.)

I like being outside now.  I don't worry if my mom isn't out

there with me.

In fact, there are some things she shouldn't see.









I'm getting bigger than the kitties.  Mr. Grey is my friend.  The other night when Mom took me for a walk around the block, Mr. Grey followed us the whole way.  

Cetty ignores me when she can.  

Nonny - well, he's pretty skinny, and Mom doesn't want me to run after him, but how can I resist?  Hey, I'm only eleven weeks old!



I've graduated from ROW-OOOO! to YIP! YIP!  I still sing soprano.

I can go downstairs at almost the speed of light.  Well, it seems that way.


I get to go to my first CCI class this week, but I'm already learning some commands.  I don't know if they're for me or for my people.  I've trained Mom to give me a piece of cooky bone when I sit.  I've trained her to give me another piece if I give her my paw and shake her hand.  Am I a good teacher or what?  There are a couple of commands called "down" and "roll" but I'm not sure which is which.  Does it matter as long as I get a treat?

(If I want a treat right away, I just go into roll no matter what the command is.  I don't know why that isn't OK.)

My mom talks about her battle scars.  She does have some interesting red marks on her arms.  It isn't my fault that my Creator made my little teeth so sharp!

I stayed with Auntie Kelly for a few days.  She takes care of the CCI office downtown.  Well, Mr. O'Brien is the boss, but Auntie Kelly is the one who knows where everything is. 

I had a great time at her house.  Not only her dogs but also some visiting dogs were there. 

 





I played doctor:  "Let me check your ears..."

..."Oooh, what big teeth you have!"

She also has a cat... 

...and somehow I believe I napped in the wrong place.

Back home, Mom decided I was big enough to have a play date.  So she invited Buddy over.  If you read Kelda's blog, too, you've met Buddy.

 

 
We had fun!

When I get bigger, can I get in the bird bath, too?  (I just heard a NO! from somewhere.)




After the party, I needed a bath....

 

Mom says this gets me ready for the fancy drying boxes at Puppy College in California.  All I care about right now is that I can take a NAP here!