Whatever it is, I am cuter. And I know it too. Mom says this makes me a hot ticket. I like that.
Today I found a bug, a live one. It came off the wood in the wood box. I chased it with my paw, and then I tried to eat it. It felt very strange so I shook my head very, very hard. Then I went back and tried to get it again. I bit into it and it tasted awful. Mom said it was a stink bug. I'll say. Bleck!
But this is cool, and smells wonderful -
my new toy. It has sliding doors and little cups for mom to hide treats in. I already figured out one. And I can smell more, and I want them. Mom says I have to do it myself. I will, if it takes me all night!
We did puppy push-ups today; lots of sit - down - stand - down - stand - sit. We did it until I got very bored and then mom let me play with pink pig. She threw the ball for me, too. I am beginning to understand the word "ball". When she says it I look right at it most of the time, and sometimes I go and get it.
We also practiced "off", and mom got pretty serious about it when it was Boo she wanted me to get off of. Apparently he is "old" and I have to "be nice". He is slow in the morning and I get frustrated and jump on him to make him move. I see this as motivational. Apparently mom has other ideas.
Mom noticed today that when I get bored with a toy, I sometimes put it back in the basket and get a different one. Not all the time, but sometimes. She says this makes me smarter than any of my human siblings. I think it just makes me tidy. I do not like messes. Unless I make them. I like to drag my crate mat out of my crate for some naps, then back in for others.
I love my crates. Mom doesn't even shut the downstairs one unless she is going outside and there's no one to supervise me. I go in it when I am tired and need a nap. Last night at bedtime I ran up the stairs with mom and when she opened the bedroom door I ran right in and went into my crate. Then I came right back out because I remembered that there should be a cookie, and I didn't want her to forget. She might, if I don't remind her.
The thing called Mel and I had a talk tonight. Up until now I have been tolerant of his refusal to acknowledge his Shiba-ness and his failure to play with me. Tonight I was at my limit and I let him know I was feeling frustrated.
Tomorrow is school at night. I can't wait to go back to school. I like it there. There's other dogs, and mom hands me kibble treats like nobody's business. I hope I remember my come-when-called. Pam makes it hard with the food bribes. It's hard to hear mom over the smell of yummy things. Wish me luck!