Wednesday, April 23, 2014
HIIIIII! it's me. ernie. remember? it's ok if you don't. i forget my name too. the Faceless One said i could be here one more time to say hi and bye. his lady said he would get bacon. i don't know what that is but Faceless is happy about it.
my regular lady is back so i'll be with her again from now on. i still live in the next house so you might see me sometimes. i get bigger so next time i might not look like me. but i will try. sorry!!!
the Spotted One said i should tell you something i know before i go. i told him i don't know anything yet but he said *not* knowing things is just a different kind of knowing. i don't even what that means!! Spotted is soooo wise.
here is something i think i know:
when it's time to go into the crate and you don't want to go into the crate, hide in the couch not on the rug. our rug is green.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Sorry. I've been feeling kinda weird today. The radio people keep talking about the bad thing that happened in Boston last year and I know I'm not supposed to be sad but it still makes me kinda sad so... yeah.
Happy Easter Monday?
Friday, April 18, 2014
hi. i'm ernie. the Spotted One said you know who i am and i should tell you stuff. sorry if don't know all the best words yet.
the Spotted One is my favorite. he lets me lick his lips but doesn't play so i just lick his lips a lot. i think he likes it. he is also a mystery. i think that's the word? what i mean is he does stuff i don't understand. like he eats grass.
Spotted is very nice and also wise. what i mean is when things don't make sense to me he helps them make sense. we have very long talks. so many things don't make sense! Spotted says this is because i am a puppy. he says i'll know everything he knows some day.
the Faceless One is my favorite too. Faceless is not as nice or wise as Spotted but he is more fun. sometimes more fun. getting him to be fun is not so easy. i have tried lots of things to make Faceless want to play with me. maybe you have some ideas?
here is what i've tried:
pretending i hate to play
sharing my most favorite toy ever
letting him win at tug
showing him how to stalk poodles
none of those things make Faceless want to play with me. one time he got weird and ran around really really fast. maybe he was playing and i didn't know it? being me can be so confusing.
does this look like play to you?
ok. i think i'm done. thank you! sorry! good bye!
PS: Faceless let me hold his paw. it wasn't fun but i liked it a lot.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Hey! Sorry I'm so late today. I've sorta been... distracted. You can probably tell from the picture that's code for our giant neighbor Ernie came to our house and wanted to play. With me. AND all my toys.
Now, if my human was telling you this story she'd say the toys Ernie wanted to play with haven't been played with in years. Maybe longer. And maybe that's true. Whatever. When a toy is yours it's yours - MINE - forever. That's just how they work.
Well, not if you're Ernie. He decided the lion I spent months unstuffing (before it ended up under the couch) was his toy too. So what if he's the one who found it under the couch today? The rule of toys says once mine, always mine.
I had to explain this to Ernie.
Of course because he's a puppy and puppies are
Duh. Of course I'm going to win. I might be short, but I'm practically a genius and geniuses know a couch can help you out-tug a giant puppy. Sorry Ernie, there's this thing called physics.
Anyway. The cool thing about Ernie is he doesn't get mad or feel bad about stuff. He was superhappy to have a tiny piece of the lion that fell off during our tug and picked out a different toy to play with. I was cool with that.
PS: don't think this means I love Ernie or anything. He's just OK.