Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers. ~Proverb
Monkey here.
I understand my predecessor — a beauty by the name of Dallas — regularly took over Mama’s blog, and she figured you might like to hear from me once in a while, too.
If I had something to say, of course.
Well, I do!
First off, you should know I’m terrified of doing this blogging-thing.
I’m still a baby — nearly six months now — and, according to Mama, I’ve spent much of my life battling something-or-other. And this is my “fear stage.”
But if I don’t make myself post, I might never. So here goes.
Over Memorial Day weekend, my human brother Domer came home.
Mama told me ahead of time that I’d love him, and she was right! I’d seen him once before, but I was just a wee pup and fighting diarrhea, so I don’t remember much about that visit.
This time, he was really surprised at how much I’ve grown … and at all the things I can do now that I couldn’t just two months ago.
Puppies grow FAST, you see.
This was just a short visit, but I managed to lose one of my canine teeth while we were playing so Domer would have something to remember me by!
Anyway, this Domer is lots of fun. We took walkies, played Fetch, learned some new commands (working on Sit/Stay), and kicked a playground ball around the back yard.
Me and Domer playing. Silly Mama is still protecting his online identity and she found a Blur tool to make his head all fuzzy. He’s really better-looking than Fuzz-Head Man!
One day, I rode in Domer’s car with him and Mama to pick up fast food and guess what?
The girl at the window saw me and made me something she called a Puppuccino. It was white and frothy, and she served it in a small cup. Mama was afraid it would start the diarrhea up again and refused to let me lick it all down, but the taste Domer gave me was divine!
And this time, Mama wasn’t right. My stools are just fine, thank you very much.
I swear, these Mamas think they know everything, but I’m here to tell you they don’t!
She did get me a name tag for my collar, something to bring me back home if I should ever get lost, but it’s noisy and clanks when I lay down. I’ve quit trying to bite it off — I can’t reach it easily, and I’m tired of her telling me to Stop.
The things we pups have to put up with!
Time to snoozle. Talk later.
Love, Monkey
