Lounging

It was so sweaty all weekend that I decided me and my dogs should do a lot of lounging.  Our favorite place was the couch.

But Fat Munch couldn't seem to make it on the couch to lounge.  So he plopped himself on a blankie.

Maybe, just maybe...

Having 2 new brothers is not so bad.  They are small, but they are spunky.  I like to jump over Lumpy Bump Riley on my way to the back yard.  He doesn't show off his teeth or give me the Stink Eye when I do this.  I think that maybe he doesn't even notice, which is actually the best for me because then I can do it anytime I want.

When we are outside, Fat Munch and me like to hang out together.

And then when we are all ready to go inside, we all wait at the door together.  See?  No pushing.  We are sharing the door very nicely.  Except with Miss Emily who is too small to even see inside so she doesn't need any room.

And then, me and Fat Munch hang out again like we have been best friends for a long time.  He is a Good Cuddler.

Maybe I love chi-hua-huas after all...

A Forever Change

In just two days, my life went upside down.  The lady went away.  And then The Man went away.  And then they both came back in the middle of the night with 2 dogs.

The lady's Uncle died.  The lady loved the Uncle very much.  She promised the Uncle that she would live with his dogs one day and after that, forever.  Well, forever started Monday.  The Uncle's dogs walk around the house a lot.  They don't smile.  And sometimes they will make squealy noises if no one is around.  I think this means they are sad because of the Uncle.

 The lady says they need time to settle in, and that I need to be a Good Friend by being gentle and easy to live with.  I think they must feel like I felt before I went to the Barn and then to the lady's house.  Sort of lost and nervous and forgetting where I put my smile.  It is because of this that I am quiet around them and give them kisses, and I make sure I don't barrel into them like I do with Miss Emily and the lady's legs and all of the furniture.

This is my new family.

That is Riley on the right.  He is ancient because he is older than Miss Emily who is 11.  I call him Lumpy Bump Riley because he has lumps and bumps everywhere, even on his chin.

This is Munchkin.  I call him Fat Munch because the lady says he is about 10 pounds too big.  See him here?  He is in the kitchen.  And I am watching anxiously right-outside because I know what Fat Munch is doing is a big No-No.  I told Fat Munch to stay out of there but he said, "No Large Heid, that couldn't have been dinner...second breakfast maybe but DEFINITELY not dinner!"  Even though I think he had a pretty good reason, the kitchen was closed for the night... and when it's closed, you could get into trouble.

The lady said that the only thing the Uncle wanted was for Lumpy Bump Riley and Fat Munch to have a home again and that I should feel good in my heart for giving them my home even though they are too small to play with properly and too old to wrestle.  I asked the lady if she loved me that much and she said yes, yes she sure did love me that much. 

It's been months and months, and the lady said that I needed to stop having Bouncer parties and write my blogs so that people will know I did NOT run away or stub my toe and need emergency surgery or get sad and lock myself away in my crate all this time.  The truth is that I was a very busy boy and I just didn't know where to start...

Stinky Cherry got adopted.  Her new mom wrote her a blog too.  I am glad she found a home because the lady was thinking of making MY home HER home, and if that happened I would tell Cherry that she would have to sleep in the garage at night and she is not allowed to play with my toys ever.  And then the lady fostered other little dogs that looked more like Miss Emily than my favorite friend Chloe, so I wasn't allowed to chew on them or wrestle.  

It was so boring, so I was planning my escape for good but then guess what happened?  All the little dogs went away and my favorite friend Chloe came over.

This is me trying to bite her bottom, but she is very flexible and I never get to do it.

And this is her chewing on my leg.  This is what we do best.

But, I don't just love her because we have "favorite wrestly-fun time" together.  I also love her because we can be quiet and gentle too.  Sometimes we even do some "deep thinking."

This is mostly Chloe "deep thinking" about the squirrel at the window.  I haven't started "deep thinking yet," if you can tell...

And this is me deep thinking about my boney.  "So good."

Ok everyone, I won't forget to tell you more things that I am doing.