Besides, Mom's tables and chairs are about all I can handle at the moment. I've barely scratched the surface on most of them although I am making pretty good headway on the ones in the kitchen. Whatever that wood is .. I think Mom called it "rattan".. it's really a breeze to chew. Funny thing , when Mom first said what it was, I thought she said "rotten" and didn't touch it for ages. And then one day I was bored and found out it wasn't "rotten" at all .. in fact  it was pretty tasty. I know it sure makes my sore gums feel better and I think it is even helping those blasted teeth to break through. This teething thing is a real pain in the butt.  It really hurts ! When Mom gets angry about me chewing things I wish so much she would understand what it feels like to be cutting teeth. Of course she is wa-a-ay too old to remember what that feels like. I make allowances for her because of that and always pretend I am listening and stop .. until she isn't looking of course, and then I get back to what I was doing before she threw her fit. A guy has to do, what a guy has to do.

 Sure, they have bought me all kinds of toys to chew on but they just don't do the trick like chewing things I shouldn't be chewing does.  I think it's a subliminal desire to destroy things because the teeth are making me so ornery and chewing my own toys doesn't  seem like too smart a thing to do. After all, they are MINE. Why would I want to destroy them ? I'm not mad at me. I'm just mad at everyone and everything else. They should count their blessings. At least I am not chewing on their legs. I may just be a pup but I ain't stupid !

My Mom and Dad are really neat about most things but they sure have made things rough for me the past couple of months. Just when I thought things were settling down with the house training nagging  they decided it was time to torture me ! I still don't know why they were trying to get even with me because I figured out what they wanted me to do pretty quickly with the housebreaking and  stopped messing up their carpets and floors. You would think that would have given me a pass for a while but not with these guys ! They decided to have the doctor mutilate me and ruin my christmas. The neutering wasn't exactly my choice but it didn't bother me that much  and as if that wasn't enough to put a guy through they also had the doctor cut off a dew claw at the same time. Yeah .. I know it wasn't something I needed or would use but wouldn't you know .. it got infected and I had that darn bandage on for nearly six weeks. The antibiotics were not exactly  a picnic and I put up with them because I had no choice but that bandage was a real drag. We made so many trips to the Vet for bandage changes that I could have found my way there by myself. Now, I really do like my Vet .. a lot .. she is really great, but I don't wanta go steady with her ! The day she finally said no more bandages I wanted to kiss her but I knew I really needed a bath after all those weeks  when I couldn't have one  and I didn't exactly smell like something anyone but my Mom and Dad, who really do love me a lot, would want to have kissing them.  I know I was sure really happy to be clean again. 

Baths are not my favourite thing but I sure do like how I feel and how I look afterwards. And seeing as I now have Mom and Dad trained to take me out with them in the car most times I do like to look my best when strangers see me.  A guy does have his pride you know. At first they were leaving me home in my crate when they went shopping but after they let me go with them a few times  and saw I knew how to behave in the car and had the travelling manners down pat  they stopped leaving me behind. At least, not if I can help it. 

It's easy. And really simple. As soon as I see Mom getting ready I am on alert. I know the signs.  Mom doesn't put all that goop on her face if she's only gonna be working around the house. Dad thinks he fools me by spelling "car" but he isn't fooling anybody. I know they are going to be going out and no way are they leaving me behind. I'm at the door waiting before they even have their coats on.

When Dad is driving I either sit on Mom's lap and look out the window or lay on the seat beside her not bothering anybody. Of course as soon as Mom gets out of the car  to go and do her shopping or whatever she has to do and Dad is just sitting waiting for her and keeping me company I get to sit on his lap and he even opens the window so I can stick my head out and really check everyone out  who walks by. You'd be surprised how many stop and talk to me. I just wish the ones who talk to me as if they were talking to a baby would realize I am no baby. I'm a big boy ! Heck, I don't ever mess in the car. I wait till I get home no matter how long it takes. A baby couldn't do that ! 

 The truth is, I know they are my family for always and they love me but I'm still afraid sometimes that they will leave me and not come back  or get lost or something and that is something I never want to happen. I know I am lucky and I have no intentions of blowing it. I really love these guys and also know  they do definitely love me but my first Mommy and my brothers and sisters all left me and they loved me too.  I am taking no chances that will ever happen again. Better to be safe than sorry !

 I do get bugged sometimes when Mom decides to work on her computer when I want her to play with me so I have decided if you can't fight it .. do the next best thing. Learn to help her. Petey says he decided to do that a long time ago and found out it was really neat to be able to talk to the people who came by to visit. Petey said he made a lot of friends that way and I should do it too because he doesn't have as much energy anymore and isn't helping Mom as much as he used to and someday Mom's going to need a new site foreman. If I'm going to take on the job I need to be prepared I suppose. So give me some time, and make allowances. I'm a fast learner. I probably will never be as good a site foremen as Petey because I don't have his patience  but I promise I'll do my best to keep Mom on her toes. And that isn't exactly easy you know .. Mom can be pretty stubborn at times about stuff she really cares about and that can be a drag at times. I'll work at getting her to keep things light at least some of the time.

 In the meantime.. just put up with her .. ok ? She really means well and I still have some puppy stuff I need to learn and a lot of playing to do, as well as cutting these darn new teeth. As soon as they are all finished driving me crazy I'll get down to seriously learning  the tricks of this thing from Petey and give it my very best shot. He may be a lot smaller than me but he has really big shoes to fill. He's pretty popular around here from all I have heard and seen.

Right now I have to go and find my ball.. it's time for me to go and play with Dad. He needs my attention, and he can use the exercise. If I am going to get him to let me play with his music stuff and get it to make the sounds he does I have to keep him in a good mood.