MY SCHEDULE/BUSY BR-REE
Compared to hoomans, my schedule is fairly simple. Sleep, Eat, Bark, Sleep, Bark, Eat. And bark!
And play time, please see “We can Spell Ya Nose” for walking. Up for a walk anyone? Or, here is the tennis ball. Tennis anyone? Pup style, you throw the ball, I chase it and maybe, bring it back!
Maybe The ZOOMIES on the stairs or around the house, but since my back leg was injured the Forever Family doesn’t want me running around too much. What is a pup to do, have MIND ZOOMIES? That’s not fun. See entry the ZOOMIES video. You will see how fast I am.
I am helping you ya nose! It is my job!
I want bacon! Oh Bear, why did you Bree-come a vegetarian?
And Queen of the Universe has a predictable 9-5 schedule, so I know when she leaves. And returns to me.
Q of U gets night #2, and on #3, Bear gets me!
monster so I don’t care whose arm or tummy my head is on. Although, I must say they all snore, but so do I.
Snuggle Buggle – Mother’s Heartlight Band
I enjoy being so pup-ular and wanted. Now you may wonder about The Other One. He is almost 10 now and set in his ways. He prefers the floor next to a bed, preferably Q of U’s as he is technically her woofer. He also likes his “house”. A large crate set up with pillows and is quite comfortable. I nose be-paws I went in there to sniff it out… once! He did not want me in there! “Chill, dude!” I have my own arrangements.
They love me, and TOO, and that is how it should be between man/woman and their best friend. I would to anything for them. Well, almost.
And it means you aren’t playing with me! May-Bree this TV dog wants a play date! Or since MM was an actor, she said I could get my SAG card if he wants a friend who talks hooman on his show! I could be his “love interest!” He needs one.
He thinks it is sooo funny! And he sings me songs he writes for different occasions. He truly is MMs son. For feeder time, he has the Chompy Nommy song, my favorite.
Bree-u-tiful to me” and, ” You lift me up where I Bree-long” Endless!
and give p-up. Sometimes after I grab it. I shake it in his furry face as he tries to regain control. Forget it, dude, I win!
We have a full basket of toys, so TOO could always go get another one. Most of them have been Bree-viscerated and the stuffing and squeakers have been Bree-moved! I know that 98.5% of woofers do this.
Again see entry, THE ZOOMIES, when the video clip starts, I had already been swimming for over 2 hours and still had the ZOOMIES!
” And I am not coming out! Come get me!”
They have to watch me or I will sneak in again. DD says it is too expensive to heat the pool in colder months,but I don’t care. I would go in no matter what temperature the water is. MM is the fussy one, she likes it warm.
like in entry, “WE CAN S-P-E-L-L YA NOSE, we nose! It could be the bathing suit and silly cap she wears, or the towels, but certainly by the first splash, pup-spisions confirmed! Woof!
When TOO was a puppy, and younger dog he used to chase MM around the pool as she did her laps. Shelties were bred to be herders, so he was just doing his job herding her, or as she said, hounding her. Be paws of the barking! He did not like it when her face was underwater, which was most of the time. He could tolerate the side stroke when he could see her face, but he got very pup-set with other swim techniques.
So he often had to go back in the house, so he didn’t annoy the neighbors, or be pup-supervised. But boy, could he run! Round and round! Go little Buddy! And never took his beady little eyes off MM until she was out of the pool and safe in a towel. I don’t bark. I just jump in! Pool anyone?
I did notice however, that although FF fights over who gets to sleep with me, nobody fights over who gets to clean the lawns! Paw haha. What’s a pup to do? That is where you taught us to go!
Last outdoor activity, besides playing soccer ball with Bear on a nice clean lawn, is: I like to eat bees! FF tries to stop me, as one time I was stung on my mouth. Owie! But it didn’t stop me. If they are anywhere I can get them, I will. I can’t help it! It is a pup-obsession. Paw-lease do not blame me for the decline of our bee population! That is on you hoomans!