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Mama walked into the kitchen and the strap from her sandle just popped right out of my mouth ... how do you suppose that happened ??
We've been doing our blog rounds for the Exchange and see that lots of you have received your goody packages. You all look so pleased with your new stuffs, and I'm so happy for you. If you've received your goodies, please let me know in a comment, if you haven't already, so that we can post you to the album.
Speaking of the Goody Exchange, I don't know what the heck's going on with the mail service, but I still haven't gotten my package from Beasley. I wait every day for the mail to come but it just doesn't arrive and that makes me sad. Should I bite the postman?
Please pray for my little friend Zoe, the adorable Yorkie I introduced you to a few months ago. She's been having seizures and is now on very strong medicine. She's only four pounds but she's fighting with all her strength to stay healthy.
I was out on a walk this afternoon and bumped into a few of my sidewalk cronies. First, I met Lucky. Lucky always has lots to say about what's going on in the neighbourhood. He's my go-to dog when I need information about anything.
He was filling me on on what's been going on at the dog park during my absence.
Then we saw our big buddy, Winston. He was sitting on his porch overseeing the gardeners and his Papa planting trees. I like shootin' the breeze with Winston. He's getting on in years and just sits on his porch every day, watching the world go by. But he's a wise old Bulldog with lots of good advice for younger pups like myself and Lucky. Today, he looked very serious about his supervisory duties so we didn't want to disturb him.
Later on, my friend, Nakita, and I played with a huge stick. Knowing how much I love my stickeroos, Nakita let me have it all to myself. I love Nakita. She understands me. Maybe I'll marry her.
Anyway, that sucker was so darned big I could hardly pick it up, much less drag it home to my stick pile. So I chomped off a piece, carried it to the back yard, and did my most favourite thing in the whole world!
Chompity-chomp .... chompity-chomp
Mama ordered a couple of books so she and Papa could learn how to handle me in the ring all by themselves. They want to be prepared in case Darling Emily isn't available for a show. They're also thinking it might be fun to go through the whole show ring thing from a to z with me, instead of watching from the sidelines.
Mama's already assembled her own tackbox of supplies and she's been grooming me ringside all by herself the last couple of shows. They've observed and learned a lot about baiting, gaiting, stacking and all that, but there's stuff about technique and protocol, and what the experts call 'secrets' about good-handling that they feel they need to know.
That's all good, but I'm kind of wondering how I'm going to behave in the ring with one of my parents handling me. It could be tricky because my behavior with them is totally different than it is with Darling Emily, who I only see at shows. I've learned to stay in control with Darling Emily. Not so with Mama and Papa!
I can think of all kinds of oopsies I might do with my pushover parents by my side. What if I suddenly want to play? Or go for a walk? Or jump up and kiss them? ... or do a badboypoop? ... oooo, I don't think the judge is going to approve!! Then again, I really do miss my parents when I'm in the ring and I go all ADD on Darling Emily. But she really knows how to regain control ... my parents? Not so much.