I have a comfy cozy now. At least that's what my mom calls it. It's different from my bed, which is near where Dad watches TV, and my puppy pad, which is near Mom's feet when she's typing. I used to have my own chair in the kitchen, but I can't jump up in it any more because my back legs stopped being springy. So my comfy cozy is on the floor where I can just step into it. It's in the room where Mom and Dad eat their food and right next to the kitchen, where I eat my food. Sometimes I sleep right in the middle. Sometimes I curl against a curve. I like my comfy cozy.

My Take on Toys

Mom brought me a new toy today and what's the first thing she does? She puts it on my head. This toy is for tossing and tugging, for pete's sake. It has a soft part I can rest my head on and a squeaker I can chew out when my parents are watching TV. Here is also a picture of my plush puppy before I chewed his squeaker out.

New Game

Hot diggity dog, the mailman came today and I invented a new game. He stepped inside the door to talk to Mom and Dad, and of course he knelt down to scratch me in all my favorite spots. I wiggled a lot to get scratched everywhere. But the silly adults kept talking, and the mailman wasn't concentrating on his scratching job, so I had to mix things up a bit. I calmly strolled out of the front hallway as though I was done with all the scratching. But I surprised everyone by galloping full-speed back down the hall to greet the mailman afresh. He scratched me all over. When he slowed down again ~ and the adults were still yammering ~ I sauntered away again, then galloped back. I gave my hello licks all over again and he loved on me again. I liked my new game.