Paws To Get Wet

Look at the fur on the scruff of my neck. Wildly distorted, who takes these pictures anyway???

Standing in a puddle. Not sure what I'm going for here, there are very few things in this world that will make me get my paws wet.

Whats that you say??

This morning as I layed inside my doghouse I heard my people talking about something called "behavior training". Sounds scary- I sure wish the family would stop using big words (I think it is because the smaller ones are homeschooled). I'll have to look that up pretty soon (Webster's English to Canine- Canine to English language dictionary, anyone?)
In other news, the crazy mean cat is going to have kittens. She told me. More meowing little monsters strutting into my firmly established territiory. Oh well, the black and white ones are kind of cute...

Yup, see that little grin there? That's because I outsmarted my people, once again! I took this picture of myself after I got that bone off the string ( see previous post) and succesfully buried it. Being the brilliant hound that I am, I placed a smaller decoy bone in another hole for them to dig up. It worked! They dug up the fake and left my chewable treasures alone, finally!!

My Poem

Very few people knew how much I like to write before I started this blog. Here is one of the poems I typed up in my free time. I had to ask Lorissa for help with a couple rhyming words, but here goes :

Doghouses Don't Give Bellyrubs
By Sadie

I sleep inside my doghouse
I go there when it's cold.
Every hound needs a doghouse
Or so I have been told.

I like to play fetch with my toys
On bones I love to gnaw.
For every pooch who loves to play
Please raise your right paw.

But doghouses don't give bellyrubs
And toys can't scratch your ear.
For sure, every dog needs a family
To play with and keep near.