Uh, hi

Well, hello!

I know! I know! It has been FOREVER since I posted. I blame the human. She has been 'busy' and unable to help with the typing. Life is good. I am 11 now - had a great birthday in August. Feeling my age at times. My back and hips give me a rough time. Stilll a puppy at heart though. I've mauled a few toilet paper rolls since I last wrote, rolled in snow, chased deer and bunnies and squirrels (but jeez it hurts afterward). We had two weeks together in October. Hiked, napped, hung out. It was great, except for the part where she watched me sleep. I'd wake up to this human gazing at me and think to myself, seriously, I chose her WHY?!

I will try to post more often now.

I met a new boy last night. His name is Maximus. He's a King Shepherd/Malamute cross. Omg, he's HOT. He is so big and has such amazing fur. He's only one, but whatever, I'm a young-looking ten. He liked me. I gave him some play bows even, and I don't play a lot lately (I'm mature, you know).

Hot. Hot. Hot.

Hope I see him again.

I am totally going gray. Look at my muzzle. Holy crap. I'm getting gray on my tail, my belly, even little tiny gray hairs on my ears.

Makes me look...wise, right?

All knowing?

Works for me.

I smell like a swamp

It's spring.

There are puddles.

Everywhere.

And I cannot resist them.

I love to wander in, bite the water.

Then lay down and wiggle my belly around in them.

Yesterday, I swam in a marsh.

Under a boardwalk.

Made the human lay on her stomach across the boardwalk in order to see what I was doing under there.

What I was doing was trying to make her do exactly what she did.

Love it.

I am aware there will be a hellish trip to the groomer in my future, but spring puddles are SO worth it.

German shepherd sleeps

You never know where evil may be lurking.

It's my job to detect and deter evil.

Take this morning, for instance.

We got up early, the human and I, due to my sudden need to poop at 4:25 am.

Got home, she fed me breakfast (rice, disgusting) and made her fancy coffee. Then I guess because it was early and cold, she decided to turn the gas fireplace on.

She flicked a switch.

WHOOSH.

Wtf was that sound? I turned fast and stared down the dancing flames.

Cocked my head to the left.

To the right.

Continued to stare them down for a few more seconds.

Proceeded to issue a low, gutteral growl in their direction.

When that didn't put and end to them, I moved to my next weapon.

I commenced barking at the gas fireplace.

Don't know where the human gets off laughing at me like she did.

This morning, the human gave me her cafe mocha mug so I could lick the inside.

Instead, I ate the mug.

Well, tried to, anyway. As soon as she heard crunching she grabbed the mug away from me and wouldn't let me finish it.

She said that I am not a dog.

I am a goat.

Whatever. The mug was crunchy and tasted great.

I think I ate too much snow today.

And something has upset my stomach.

As a result, I'm spending this Friday evening whining a lot, locked in indecision between having to poo and/or having to pee.

On my last trip to the back yard, I settled on barking, since I couldn't decide otherwise.