Logan!
Today I am 8 months old and Mommy said I could blog! I like this blogging thing, it's almost as much fun as helping Mommy vacuum (I try to hold the cord in my mouth for her and she says, "Drop It!") or helping with laundry (I try to take the heavy laundry out of Mommy's arms so she doesn't hurt herself and she says, "Down Logan, Drop It!") In addition to all the help I give Mommy, I found my toy basket the other day. When I first came to live with Mommy and Daddy and Caleb all my toys lived in a basket. It was a very nice basket and I would dump my toys out of it and carry it around. When I got tired of carrying it, I chewed on it. Then Mommy would tell me to "Drop It" (she REALLY likes to say that) and "No Bite." Then one day, my toy basket disappeared. I didn't really mind that my toys were all over the floor since that's kind of the way I like them anyway, but I sure missed carrying around and chewing on the basket.
Anyway, the other day I realized I was tall enough to reach on top of my Happy Place and there was my toy basket! I was so excited, I pulled it down immediately.
I went in circles with it a few times and then dropped it on the rug to chew on it. I don't know if you know this or not, but it's easier to chew on things on the rug than on the hardwood. Stuff kind of scoots out of your paws on the hardwood and then you have to go after it. If you chew on your toys on the rug, it stays with you. You should try it, I think you'll be much happier chewing on things on the rug.
When I dropped the basket to start chewing on it, I noticed Mommy was watching. She watches me a lot. I tried to look innocent but I think Mommy knew what I was planning - it's like she can read my mind! She took the basket away from me, told me to "Leave It" (another of her favorite things to say) and put it back on top of my Happy Place.
I got out my chew bone and worked on that for a little while, but I know where my toy basket is and I'll get it when she's not looking. I like to chew on things. Mommy Googled my age and apparently my teeth are getting set in my jaw bones. I've been chewing on lots of toys lately and Mommy even got me some new ones to chew on. She says I'm a Power Chewer. I say the kitchen table tastes good so I really don't need special toys.
Mommy also says I'm a teenager dog now. I thought I was a Golden Retriever dog but maybe I misunderstood that part.
I think I'm going to take another run at the toy basket, Mom looks distracted right now. Have a great weekend! I'm going to practice being a teenager dog all weekend!
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10 Comments:
He's so stinkin' cute! What a handsome teenager. :-)
Dear Logan, being a teenager dog has responsibilities, so you need to listen to Mommy so that you grow up to be a good boy and become that lovely Golden Retriever that we know you can be. You are so beautiful! Keep blogging, little man!
It was great to hear from Logan, and see all he understands/hears. Don't let him con you - with those big beautiful eyes.
Having adopted Nimitz as an adult, I didn't get to enjoy a true teenage dog but he did have a brief phase that was similar as he tried to fit in. We have a teen dog in our rally obedience class and it's interesting to see the battle of wills between him and the owners with certain things.
He is so adorable!
Logan -- as they say in your home state of Texas, "this is not mommy's first rodeo" -- she can absolutely read your mind!!
Drop it, buddy!!!
Kath
He's gotten so BIG!!! He's a beautiful young man.
Logan you are adorable! As I now get only rescued Goldens, I am enjoying his teenage antics vicariously.
Yay Logan! I love when you blog! You are a very handsome boy. Hope to hear more from you in the future.
Love Logan! What a sweetie!
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