Monday, December 13, 2010
Puppy's First Christmas
Mom and Anna thought it was real funny to dress Cheyenne and I up for Christmas. I don't know what this Christmas thing is but I'm not all that sure I'm going to like it. There are a bunch of weird things in the living room and Mom yells at me if I touch anything. Santa's beard is just too tempting. I think I need to take it off for him. I will just wait until Mom isn't looking.
On a better note Mom brought me home a kitty today. He smells really good. Mom makes me sit and behave when Murphy is running around. How fair is that? Cheyenne and I just want to play a little. Vader hates the kitty, but Vader hates all of us, except Mom, Cheri, and Anna. I was kind of hoping Mom was doing a trade in but Vader is still here. We took him to the vets the other day but they even made us take him home. When is Mom going to get it that that cat is evil and no one really wants him?
I am 11 months old now and when they weighed me at the vets they said I was 95 pounds, whatever that means. I'm learning how to sit and stay, lay and stay, get off the couch, quit begging, get off Mom's foot, and keep my licker to myself. I'm doing pretty well with everything but the licker. Everyone just tastes so good.
I found out the only food I don't like is radishes. They were nasty. My favorite food is anything Mom and Dad are eating. Dad is better about sharing than Mom. He understands that sharing is nice. Mom is kind of greedy. She gets really mad when I point it out too. I'm going to have to do some training with her.
We have this white, cold stuff outside and whatever it is I LOVE it. It is fun to run and jump in it and bury my nose in it. Mom keeps making me come inside but I wanna play! She promised to take me for a walk in it when it warms up. I want to go NOW!
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and remember that Newfies like presents too!
Love,
Romeo
On a better note Mom brought me home a kitty today. He smells really good. Mom makes me sit and behave when Murphy is running around. How fair is that? Cheyenne and I just want to play a little. Vader hates the kitty, but Vader hates all of us, except Mom, Cheri, and Anna. I was kind of hoping Mom was doing a trade in but Vader is still here. We took him to the vets the other day but they even made us take him home. When is Mom going to get it that that cat is evil and no one really wants him?
I am 11 months old now and when they weighed me at the vets they said I was 95 pounds, whatever that means. I'm learning how to sit and stay, lay and stay, get off the couch, quit begging, get off Mom's foot, and keep my licker to myself. I'm doing pretty well with everything but the licker. Everyone just tastes so good.
I found out the only food I don't like is radishes. They were nasty. My favorite food is anything Mom and Dad are eating. Dad is better about sharing than Mom. He understands that sharing is nice. Mom is kind of greedy. She gets really mad when I point it out too. I'm going to have to do some training with her.
We have this white, cold stuff outside and whatever it is I LOVE it. It is fun to run and jump in it and bury my nose in it. Mom keeps making me come inside but I wanna play! She promised to take me for a walk in it when it warms up. I want to go NOW!
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and remember that Newfies like presents too!
Love,
Romeo
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Dog days of fall...
I'm bigger than my sister, Cheyenne, now and it is so much fun. I can pin her and knock her down. It used to be the other way around. She has this fluffy tail that I found out if I grab it she falls to the ground. I love doing that.
I can now jump on anything but I still don't like that big thing with wheels that Mommy keeps trying to get me into. As soon as she starts driving I fall over. I don't understand why Cheyenne loves that thing so much. We always go fun places but I wish we could just walk there.
Mommy took me to the barn the other day and Anna was holding the biggest dog I have ever seen in my life! It doesn't bark and it snorts. It seems to be living in the barn so I don't go to the barn anymore. The big dog doesn't seem to like me anyway. I think I will stick with Cheyenne.
I can now jump on anything but I still don't like that big thing with wheels that Mommy keeps trying to get me into. As soon as she starts driving I fall over. I don't understand why Cheyenne loves that thing so much. We always go fun places but I wish we could just walk there.
Mommy took me to the barn the other day and Anna was holding the biggest dog I have ever seen in my life! It doesn't bark and it snorts. It seems to be living in the barn so I don't go to the barn anymore. The big dog doesn't seem to like me anyway. I think I will stick with Cheyenne.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I know what I want to be when I grow up!
Everyone keeps telling me what a nice puppy I am. Most people don't even believe I am still a puppy, but I am. As a young pup, I need to start thinking how I am going to spend the rest of my life. I want to make a difference in the world. Mommy started checking into the TDI therapy dog association and is teaching me what I need to know to pass the test. It will be a piece of cake.
have to like people - check
have to behave in a crowd - check
have to walk on loose leash - check
have to sit and stay - check
have to come when called - check
have to like other dogs - check
have to have groomed appearance - check (have you seen my silky coat?)
They won't let me test until I am 1 year old in January (dumb). Mom, Dad, and I are going to practice until then so I will be ready (I already am). I will be able to help sick and sad people. I think I can handle hanging out with people that want to cuddle with me, Mom and I do it all the time.
I also have a new sister, Anna. She is really nice and I am happy she is staying with us for a while. Plus, I get to use her room to hide my bones now. She is pretty good at finding them but she gives them back to me. Cheyenne is the one I don't want to find them. I just figured out that I can take things from Cheyenne now because I am bigger than she is. I get a kick out her because she growls like she is big and tough, but she is really all growl no action. She is still faster than me and knocks me on my butt when I'm not looking. The bigger I get, the stronger I get so she better watch out!
Hope to see you soon!
Romeo
have to like people - check
have to behave in a crowd - check
have to walk on loose leash - check
have to sit and stay - check
have to come when called - check
have to like other dogs - check
have to have groomed appearance - check (have you seen my silky coat?)
They won't let me test until I am 1 year old in January (dumb). Mom, Dad, and I are going to practice until then so I will be ready (I already am). I will be able to help sick and sad people. I think I can handle hanging out with people that want to cuddle with me, Mom and I do it all the time.
I also have a new sister, Anna. She is really nice and I am happy she is staying with us for a while. Plus, I get to use her room to hide my bones now. She is pretty good at finding them but she gives them back to me. Cheyenne is the one I don't want to find them. I just figured out that I can take things from Cheyenne now because I am bigger than she is. I get a kick out her because she growls like she is big and tough, but she is really all growl no action. She is still faster than me and knocks me on my butt when I'm not looking. The bigger I get, the stronger I get so she better watch out!
Hope to see you soon!
Romeo
Sunday, August 8, 2010
It's a dog's life for me!
Charlie weighed me today and I am 78 pounds. I will be 7 months old on Monday. I am officially bigger than Cheyenne now. She may be faster but I have been pretty successful at knocking her on her butt these days (hehe).
Mom and Dad have been building something in the backyard. Mommy calls it a pool and she gets inside but I can't see her when she is in there. I don't like stairs so Mommy is on her own on this one. Daddy puts some grass around the pool and it is now my favorite place to go potty. Mom keeps picking it up off my grass, so I just have to go again. She just doesn't get it sometimes. We used to spend all of our time in the front yard but now we hang out in the back. It is fun because there are a lot of new smells. I like smelling things, except when I smell dogs on Mommy; that upsets me. Today, when Mommy got home from the fair, I smelled some animals I had never smelled before. I really didn't like that! She is MY Mommy.
It has cooled off a little outside and I really like it because my black fur really holds in that heat. When we walk on our trail, Cheyenne and I don't get as tired when it is cooler and we can run more. On hot days all we want is back in the air conditioned house and some water. Mom always gives me ice from the fridge - that is my favorite!
This is how I spend my summer days, walks with Mom, smelling new smells, eating ice, wrestling with Cheyenne, and taking naps. Like I said before, more humans need to take some lessons from us dogs. We know how to live it up.
Mom and Dad have been building something in the backyard. Mommy calls it a pool and she gets inside but I can't see her when she is in there. I don't like stairs so Mommy is on her own on this one. Daddy puts some grass around the pool and it is now my favorite place to go potty. Mom keeps picking it up off my grass, so I just have to go again. She just doesn't get it sometimes. We used to spend all of our time in the front yard but now we hang out in the back. It is fun because there are a lot of new smells. I like smelling things, except when I smell dogs on Mommy; that upsets me. Today, when Mommy got home from the fair, I smelled some animals I had never smelled before. I really didn't like that! She is MY Mommy.
It has cooled off a little outside and I really like it because my black fur really holds in that heat. When we walk on our trail, Cheyenne and I don't get as tired when it is cooler and we can run more. On hot days all we want is back in the air conditioned house and some water. Mom always gives me ice from the fridge - that is my favorite!
This is how I spend my summer days, walks with Mom, smelling new smells, eating ice, wrestling with Cheyenne, and taking naps. Like I said before, more humans need to take some lessons from us dogs. We know how to live it up.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
People are weird!
I've spent the past six months of my life (all of my life) watching people and trying to figure out how they think. I am thinking they spend a lot of time doing things to just keep themselves busy. A good rawhide bone and a run in the park would do many of these people some good. They need to start paying attention to us dogs and learn how to really live.
Let's take Mommy, she keeps picking things up and cleaning the house. Hasn't she figured out it just gets dirty all over again and who really cares? Cleaning is a total waste of time. She needs to spend more time playing with me. She sits with this picture thing on her lap and gets mad when I slobber on it because I want her to pet me. Petting me is so much more fun than that picture box. She is always dancing in the living room to that box on the wall. I think she needs to go for a run with me. She would get exercise and it would be so much more fun.
Daddy talks to himself all the time. He holds this rectangular device to his ear and talks to the air. I don't hear the words outside, treat, Romeo, Cheyenne, or Rastro come out of his mouth. He needs to talk to Cheyenne and I because we will really, really listen. The best thing about Daddy is he shares his food. I would be a lot happier if he made me a plate like he makes himself, but as long as he shares I can live with that.
People need to spend more time giving each other belly rubs, taking naps during the day, and chasing frisbees. They spend too much time going places in those icky cars and watching things that are not real. I'm going to have to start training my people to relax a bit. This may take a long time with my family.
Let's take Mommy, she keeps picking things up and cleaning the house. Hasn't she figured out it just gets dirty all over again and who really cares? Cleaning is a total waste of time. She needs to spend more time playing with me. She sits with this picture thing on her lap and gets mad when I slobber on it because I want her to pet me. Petting me is so much more fun than that picture box. She is always dancing in the living room to that box on the wall. I think she needs to go for a run with me. She would get exercise and it would be so much more fun.
Daddy talks to himself all the time. He holds this rectangular device to his ear and talks to the air. I don't hear the words outside, treat, Romeo, Cheyenne, or Rastro come out of his mouth. He needs to talk to Cheyenne and I because we will really, really listen. The best thing about Daddy is he shares his food. I would be a lot happier if he made me a plate like he makes himself, but as long as he shares I can live with that.
People need to spend more time giving each other belly rubs, taking naps during the day, and chasing frisbees. They spend too much time going places in those icky cars and watching things that are not real. I'm going to have to start training my people to relax a bit. This may take a long time with my family.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Older sisters are a pain in the butt!
I have two older sisters, a tall one and a furry one. The tall one, Cheri, isn't too bad, she is a lot like Mommy. She takes care of me and gives me lots of love. On the other hand, my furry sister, Cheyenne, loves to pick on me. I love to play with her but she can be kind of rough sometimes. I'm trying to grow into this body of mine and Cheyenne thinks it's funny to knock me down and wait until I get up and then knock me down again. It is a good thing I love her...and Mom says that when I am big I can knock her down because I will be more than double her size. I am so looking forward to that! The fun part is that I am bigger than my cat siblings. I try not to pick on them too much because Mommy yells at me when I do and I hate when she is mad at me. Cheyenne also eats all my food when Mom isn't looking. Mommy always fills it back up but how rude it that?
My favorite part of the day is when Mommy takes Cheyenne and I for our walk on the trail. Daddy made us a trail and we call it El Rastro de Ramirez. Cheyenne and I run, and run, and run. How many dogs have their own personal trail? I am one lucky dog.
Every once in a while Mommy decides to take me somewhere in her car. I really don't like that thing. She takes me fun places like the park, Aunt Jane's pond, the pet store, but I wish we didn't have to take the car. I just can't seem to get into it and when I am in I fall over every time she turns. I'm thinking about eating the car one day when Mommy isn't looking.
Mom was gone to Aunt Sue's for a few days and while she was there I taught Daddy a new trick. Every time I raise my paw he gives me a treat. When Mommy got home I taught it to her too. I even taught Cheri to do the trick. I wonder what I can teach them next?
My favorite part of the day is when Mommy takes Cheyenne and I for our walk on the trail. Daddy made us a trail and we call it El Rastro de Ramirez. Cheyenne and I run, and run, and run. How many dogs have their own personal trail? I am one lucky dog.
Every once in a while Mommy decides to take me somewhere in her car. I really don't like that thing. She takes me fun places like the park, Aunt Jane's pond, the pet store, but I wish we didn't have to take the car. I just can't seem to get into it and when I am in I fall over every time she turns. I'm thinking about eating the car one day when Mommy isn't looking.
Mom was gone to Aunt Sue's for a few days and while she was there I taught Daddy a new trick. Every time I raise my paw he gives me a treat. When Mommy got home I taught it to her too. I even taught Cheri to do the trick. I wonder what I can teach them next?
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Hi, my name is Romeo!
My name is Romeo and I'm 6 months old. I know you are thinking, "How does a 6 month old write a blog. My Mommy helps me a bit. The thoughts are mine but since I don't have fingers I have to depend on her for her typing skills. She would do anything for me so it's cool.
I was born on January 9th and had 7 brothers and sisters. I was confused because we all looked different. A couple of us were black like me and a couple of were brown, some were black and white, and we even had a fawn in there - not the deer kind - it means fawn in color. My birth mom was black and my birth dad was brown. How those other yahoos got in the litter is beyond my understanding. All I do know is that we are all Newfoundlands, better know as Newfies. Dad weighs 170 pounds so I'm guessing I'm not going to be a lap dog.
My real Mommy and Daddy came to visit me on Valentine's Day. I fell in love with them right away. My birth mom was not real interested in us but my Mommy and Daddy hugged and kissed me. I felt really loved for the first time in my life. I was upset when they left but Mommy promised she would be back when I was old enough to take home so I waited patiently.
The day finally came and Mommy picked me up with her friend, Lisa. Lisa drove home so Mommy could cuddle me. I really liked the way she smelled and held me safe and sound. We stopped and dropped off Lisa and I met the strangest dog I have ever seen. Her name was Lilly and she was small and brown and it looked like someone stretched her belly like a gumby doll. She was sweet and we played a bit before Mommy took me to my new home. We went into this big red barn and Daddy showed up with this other strange looking dog. Cheyenne was big and fast and was really happy to see me. Daddy carried me up to the house and Cheyenne and I got to know each other under Mommy's watchful eye. Mommy decided I needed something called a bath because she said I stunk. I didn't notice it but she insisted on this ritual. Mommy put me in the kitchen sink, soaped me up, rinsed me off, and then cuddled me in a towel. I guess it wasn't too bad.
The rest of the night was all about me. I was fed, played with by everyone, and introduced to my new bed. It was kind of big and scary but Mommy put a comfy blanket in there and pet me for hours while I got comfortable. I found out I have a human sister, as well as the furry one, and four brothers. Seems like Mommy and Daddy had a litter too.
At this time of my life I was 8 weeks old and weighed 8 pounds. Everyone held me and I was the center of the world. I was thinking I could get used to this. I especially liked this Mommy because she was all about making me feel happy. I heard her tell people she had been waiting for me for 30 years and I was her dream dog. No wonder she hadn't been able to find me because I was just born two months ago! Silly Mommy.
I was born on January 9th and had 7 brothers and sisters. I was confused because we all looked different. A couple of us were black like me and a couple of were brown, some were black and white, and we even had a fawn in there - not the deer kind - it means fawn in color. My birth mom was black and my birth dad was brown. How those other yahoos got in the litter is beyond my understanding. All I do know is that we are all Newfoundlands, better know as Newfies. Dad weighs 170 pounds so I'm guessing I'm not going to be a lap dog.
My real Mommy and Daddy came to visit me on Valentine's Day. I fell in love with them right away. My birth mom was not real interested in us but my Mommy and Daddy hugged and kissed me. I felt really loved for the first time in my life. I was upset when they left but Mommy promised she would be back when I was old enough to take home so I waited patiently.
The day finally came and Mommy picked me up with her friend, Lisa. Lisa drove home so Mommy could cuddle me. I really liked the way she smelled and held me safe and sound. We stopped and dropped off Lisa and I met the strangest dog I have ever seen. Her name was Lilly and she was small and brown and it looked like someone stretched her belly like a gumby doll. She was sweet and we played a bit before Mommy took me to my new home. We went into this big red barn and Daddy showed up with this other strange looking dog. Cheyenne was big and fast and was really happy to see me. Daddy carried me up to the house and Cheyenne and I got to know each other under Mommy's watchful eye. Mommy decided I needed something called a bath because she said I stunk. I didn't notice it but she insisted on this ritual. Mommy put me in the kitchen sink, soaped me up, rinsed me off, and then cuddled me in a towel. I guess it wasn't too bad.
The rest of the night was all about me. I was fed, played with by everyone, and introduced to my new bed. It was kind of big and scary but Mommy put a comfy blanket in there and pet me for hours while I got comfortable. I found out I have a human sister, as well as the furry one, and four brothers. Seems like Mommy and Daddy had a litter too.
At this time of my life I was 8 weeks old and weighed 8 pounds. Everyone held me and I was the center of the world. I was thinking I could get used to this. I especially liked this Mommy because she was all about making me feel happy. I heard her tell people she had been waiting for me for 30 years and I was her dream dog. No wonder she hadn't been able to find me because I was just born two months ago! Silly Mommy.
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