I Can Relate to Snoopy Today

I haven't been able to keep up with my writing lately; however, I look forward to sharing updates about my IVDD surgery soon.  For those who are worried, I want you to know that things are going well.  I still have a ways to go for a full recovery, but I'm doing well.

In the meantime, instead of writing, I've been concetrating on something more important.  My hero, Snoopy, says it best:

My hero!

Suppertime!

One of my favorite times of day is Suppertime.  I get to celebrate Suppertime twice a day.  I wish it was more often, but it's not up to me. :-(

Whenever it's Suppertime, I feel joyous and happy.  I think that the great puppy actor, Snoopy, demonstrates my feelings very well in this dramatic monologue:

I know it's suppertime when I hear the sound of my bowl leaving the floor and the rustle of my food bag.  Sometimes, my people try to be very careful to not make those sounds, but I can always hear them.

When I hear the sounds, I run over to watch my supper being made.  Once it's made, I don't get it right away.  I have to earn it!  First, I must come when called.  Then comes the hard part.  I must sit while my people walk to the serving area.  This is very, very difficult.  Sometimes, I have to wait as long as one minute.  I know this doesn't sound long, but remember that it is actually seven dog minutes!

Trying to be patient...I found that it helps me to wait if I sing a little song to myself.  Of course, the lyrics to Snoopy's Suppertime song cannot be matched, but I am pretty happy with my song.  It goes like this:

Hooray!  It's Suppertime, a-rum-pum.

I arrive to fill my tum-tum.

Lovely beef, lentils, and peas.  May I have seconds sir, please?

I can never get quite enough, it's rough, rough.

I never seem to get seconds.  Drat!

Anyhow, after waiting forever, I've finally earned my supper.  I eat my meal pretty quickly.  Then comes the most important part.  Most people (and even many puppies) don't realize that there's a bit of an art to getting all of the flavor out of the bowl.  After I finish the food, I lick the bowl clean.  Then, I get a little extra water on my tongue to finish the job.  That's a useful tip that you can use at your next meal.  I even made a demonstration video on YouTube.

I wish that my people would use this technique.  I'm shocked and dismayed on a daily basis by the amount of flavor they leave on their dishes after every meal.  My people are great, but they have some strange behaviors.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my Suppertime experiences.  I know that I could write about it all day!

Adoption Day!

Sunday was exactly 3 years since my adoption day!  That got me thinking about my adoption day.  It was scary and exciting and unexpected and it turned out to be the happiest day of my life.  I wasn't so sure at the time, though.

I was living with my wonderful foster family and spending my days at Doggie Deli.  Doggie Deli is the best place on earth for puppies to spend their day.  There are great treats and toys everywhere, and other friendly puppies were coming in all day.  My foster family was very nice to me.  The only very minor problem was that there was so much excitement all the time.  I'm a calm pup by nature and it could be a little overwhelming at times.  I was very, very, very happy, though!

One day, two people came in who I had met once before.  They were very nice, but they didn't have a puppy with them.  This time, though, they bought a whole bunch of great stuff for puppies like food, treats, and toys.  I thought that they were going to make some puppy very happy. 

I was very surprised when they put a collar and leash on me and took me to their car!  This didn't really seem right since nobody else took me to their car before.  My bed was in their car, which was even weirder.  They put me in my bed and then started driving.  Yikes!  I think they made a mistake.

However, while one of the people was driving, the other kept talking to me softly and calmly and told me how happy I was going to be.  There was something soothing about the voice that made me believe that it was true.

Finally, we got to the house and went inside.  It was nice, but I was feeling pretty worried.

I was pretty worried at first...Would these people treat me nice like my foster family, or would they treat me mean like the people I met when I was born?  Would they remember to play with me, walk me, and most importantly, would they remember to feed me?

Guess what!?  They remembered all of those things and more.  When they saw how worried I was, the first thing they did was give me a cookie from Doggie Deli.  Once they did that, I knew that I was in a loving, happy home!

I knew I was loved (and would be fed)I was very happy the rest of the evening until nighttime.  At night, my people put me in my bed in the food room and then went to the sleeping room without me!  I was so sad to sleep by myself.  I'm supposed to sleep in the sleeping room with my pack!

I cried and cried.  I cried and cried and cried and cried so the people would know that they forgot me.  After many hours, they finally heard me and then moved my bed to the sleeping room. 

And that is where I have happily slept every night since!