A Distraction

Mommy said I could blog today since all she's got to talk about was that same thing that she's been talking about for a week. She did say that she's ready to bind off on it though, so that's good. I like that the thing matches me. I can't wait to wear it, because I love to be near stuff that matches me. My favorite thing to do is lie in the dirty sheets and chew on my toys. Our sheets match me (Mommy calls them "Ivory"), they smell like my people, and when I'm laying in them, no one can see me - I'm invisible. When you're invisible you can't get in trouble, except Mommy can find me every time I'm in the sheets. She might have special powers, or maybe I shouldn't chew on my squeaky toys in the sheets. She always makes me get out of the laundry pile.

I had my first birthday last weekend and my people had cake. They sang to me and I got a special treat and Mommy gave me a little tiny bit of cake, but she said chocolate isn't good for dogs so I couldn't have very much. I don't know what a birthday is, but it seems important to my family. Mommy said she's going to get me a new, fancy bed for my birthday, but she's waiting until the weather gets cooler and I have to do something called "mature." I had a bed, but I was making origami projects out of it and it stopped being flat. You can't sleep on something like that. So now I'm practicing being "mature." I think this means I should stick my head through the curtains in mine and Mommy's and Daddy's bedroom (the curtains match me) and then grab them and shake them to death. I wouldn't want the curtains to get any ideas about trying to hurt my family. Keeping curtains in line is very mature, don't you think? I'll have that new bed really soon! I hope it matches me!