Caleb: Girlie Dog Extraordinaire

So we went to this dog show last week. It rained a lot and we got very wet. We could have stood under the tents with everyone else but I wasn't behaving and had to stand outside. I still have some issues with other dogs so I kept trying to lunge at them which meant that mum spent the whole morning pulling me back. We left halfway through because eventually
a) I threw up on mum's shoes,
b) bit my own tongue and started bleeding
c) mum started crying

It was a rather bad day overall. I did however get one third place ribbon. But that might have been because I was one of three dogs in that part of the competition. Pooh. Mum keeps saying she doesn't care if I never win ribbons but that she just wants me to behave myself around other dogs. I'm very good with people but it's so difficult to be good around critters! Sometimes I can't decide if I want to eat them or play with them.

[sighs]

We have this bigass dog living at a house down our road. Mum says he's a German Shepard - whatever that means. Well, he should really go back to Germany 'cause this is MY ROAD dammit. And he lets this little, old man walk him - imagine, the big pansy. So when I saw them recently, I leapt in their general direction meaning to show him a thing or two but unfortunately mum (whilst trying to avoid stepping on my big ole paw) tripped and fell.

She bled a lot.

I tried to lick it but she didn't let me.

Then she put a plaster on it and didn't let me sniff that either.

She also didn't cuddle me for a week.

I was very sad.

But she's a little less mad now and besides, I've been quite good lately. I only drank from the toilet bowl twice and only when dad was dogsitting me.

Today mum was sad (more so than usual, that is) so I invited her into my crate and we were sad together. She said she wished she were a dog so she and I could run away some place with lots of trees and where we won't need to see any stupid humans ever again.

Maybe if I begged Santa really hard...

It's not every day that mum mushes out on me but these pictures tell the story.


I also paid a visit to my other grandparents - their garden is HUGE. I stalked several strange creatures through the grass and pretended I was a lion hunting antelope. And check out my side-ways Sphinx pose!


I also got the chance to sample some cat vomit recently and I must say, it was rather interesting. Didn't care much for the odour but the texture was almost like yoghurt. My own vomit turns out rather watery and boring in comparison. No, mum wasn't too pleased.

It's been almost a month since my last post! The fungus is gone but now my puppy teeth are falling out. I've been trying to swallow them but they won't let me. Woe.

Because mum and dad have are so busy with work these days, I get to stay at grandma's place a lot, and we all spend more time there now than at our house. Mum's been busy teaching several new classes and while dad works mostly from home he does seem to have a lot of stuff to do, so I end up getting ignored a lot. Of course I get spoiled rotten at grandma's so, I have no complaints.

I'm allowed to dig anywhere I like in the garden and grandma always lets me have her slipper when I ask for it. Also, she doesn't say anything when I jump on the sofa with muddy feetses. The 'rents on the other hand, always yell and pull me off in the most undignified manner. Hrmpf. PLUS, the food is much better. Not that mum and dad ain't great cooks [hurriedly] - of course you are! [lick slobber] - it's just that grandma has more time to think of different things to make for me to eat so I never get the same thing two days running. And grandpa takes me for walks around the neighbourhood several times a day. This one lady in particular was very impressed by yours truly and said I had a "very nice bark" [preens].

Oh and I chased my first cat! Well, kitten actually and I didn't really get to chase it. But I lunged toward the nasty hairball and nearly pulled mum off her feet because she was holding my leash. I thought she might be mad but she was so proud that I for once, was the chaser and not the chasee, that she nearly cried. You just wait dudes, I'll be the toughest dog on the block yet.