We Got Mail!

Today was a special day - we got mail from our friend Jazzi!  

 Besides sending us some delicious treats, she sent us monogrammed tie dye scarves!

 Of course our mom wanted us to try them on right away.  At first attempt, we wanted to eat them.  Then mom decided maybe she should wait until we were tired.  So after we played awhile, she and dad put them on us again.  Stanley was a real poser.  He just strutted around and acted like he was hot stuff with his scarf.

I didn't do quite so well.  I acted like there was a hive of bees on my back (which is why my arm is sticking out in the photo).  But after awhile I settled down a bit.  Mom said I'm going to have to practice wearing my scarf because it is so cute.  She reminded me to thank  Jazzi and her mom!

 We do sort of look like two wild and crazy Doods.  (Mom says we remind her of the old SNL skit with Steve Martin and Dan Aykroyd because that's how we act most of the time.  It must be a good thing because she is always smiling when she says it.)

Thank you again Jazzi!



Murphy

Learning to Retrieve

Me and Murphy are learning all kinds of things.  We learned to retrieve one our toys.  Of course, sometimes it is more fun to wrestle with each other, but eventually we get the toy back  to whoever threw it.

We are starting to sleep better at night.  The last three nights we didn't wake up until about 6 in the morning.  Mom was really happy.

Murphy is still having problems peeing in the house.  I haven't peed in the house for a long time.  I still don't know how to tell mom and dad I need to go out though.  I think that they should notice that I am looking real hard through the window in the door and they should immediately open the door to let me out.  Or they can read  my mind waves going out to them.  One of these days we will work out a system that we all understand.

Stanley

English As A Second Language

Yesterday, after mom helped me write the post about how well me and Stanley were doing, we pooped on the living room carpet.  We didn't plan on it, it just happened.  Mom said, "I'd prefer you to poop outside."  Now I'm no wizard with the English language, in fact I understand very little of it, but Stanley looked up the word "prefer" and there were several definitions.  One of them was "to like better or best" and another one was "to bring forward or lay before one for consideration".  So we thought we had it covered in this situation.  If she liked it better or best that we poop outside, then that doesn't mean we can't poop inside, it just isn't the best option.  It's not like she said it was mandatory that we poop outside.  And if it was the other definition, well . . . we did lay the poop there for her consideration and we did it in the living room where it would be easy for her to find.  I don't think she appreciated the thought we put into it. This human language is just so confusing!

So today, we were just playing.  We had a few toys out, not all of them, but we were having fun.  And me and Stanley said to each other, "Let's not poop in the living room, I don't think Mom appreciated it."  We agreed, that was the plan.  So while we were playing, my bladder was feeling a bit full so I went over by Mom's chair and peed for her.  She wasn't sitting in her chair but I saw the clicker on the table by the chair and I wanted to make sure she could give me a click so I could have a treat for peeing.

 Long story short, I'm starting to wonder if peeing outside is mandatory too.  We haven't peed in the house for awhile so I thought she might not mind.  I even tried to play with her when she got the towel out and started spraying and rubbing the carpet. I guess I was wrong.  I just wish Mom would be more specific in what she wants.  Is this poop and pee thing mandatory or just "preferred" or "suggested"?  Sheesh . . . me and Stanley are too tired to try and figure it out.  Maybe if we take a nap Mom will decide what she wants once and for all.

Because when we wake up, she should know we'll need to pee again!



Murphy

Getting Big at 12 Weeks!

Today Stanley and me are 12 weeks old!  My mom says I am getting big.  We already knew Stanley was big.  She weighed me this morning and I am 7 pounds 2 ounces!  Stanley is 12 pounds 4 ounces.  When I took my nap this morning she saw me in my bed and said, "You sure are getting big my boy!"  As you can see, I  barely fit in my bed (and it is a big bed).

We are learning commands.  We practice sit, down, and stand.  We are also learning to go potty outside and to not jump on people.  We're not too good at that one (not jumping) though.  Mom says we are getting much better at remembering to go potty outside and we started sleeping through the night.   We are also trying to learn leave it and off but it's more fun to ignore those commands.


I can run up and down the stairs inside (12 of them) and also the (17) stairs to the upper deck.  When I walk on my leash I am doing much better although Stanley is a rock star at it.  I'm not sure what that is but it seems to be a good thing.

We are learning so many things and having so much fun.  When we go to the vet next week (Yikes!) mom is going to see when we'll be able to go to the parks.  We see the pictures of parks on the other posts in Blogville and can't wait!


Murphy

My New DOG Collar

Today dad started messing with the skinny puppy collar that I have worn since me and Murphy came to our forever home.  I was a little scared that maybe he was upset because of the few accidents (poop & pee) me and Murphy have had.

My old puppy collar.

He then brought out this brand new DOG collar that was thicker and a lot stronger than the puppy collar.   I feel so proud about my new DOG collar. 

My new DOG collar.

Dad tried Murphy's DOG collar on Murphy but his neck is still too small for the DOG collar.  I told Murphy to not worry, the way he is growing lately, it won't be long before he is wearing his DOG collar.  Murphy gained four ounces since yesterday!

Stanley

Are Our People Crazy?

Sometimes me and Stanley see what our mom and dad are doing and we have to wonder if they are crazy?  Some things make no sense to us at all.  When we started climbing up and down the upper deck stairs, all 17 of them, (just because they are there), mom had dad put chicken wire around the bottom.  We don't have any chickens!

I think about these things all the time, especially during my "stick time".  Chewing my stick helps me when I am in deep thought.

 But sometimes when I think too hard it gets the best of me and I fall asleep. 

Lately mom and dad have been putting little blue vests on us and making us walk.  Stanley likes it but I've  decided that it's just too much effort.  It was OK when we just did it in the back yard but along the street isn't my thing.  But Stanley thinks he's a hot shot.

I have to admit, he does look handsome in it doesn't he?

Dad says, "Look how good my boy walks!"

Just the thought of it tires me out. 

 But the weirdest thing they did was last night.  Instead of going for their long run (13+ miles) this morning like they usually do, they went last evening when it was still 83 degrees out!  I told Stanley, "This is crazy!  They are old, they might have a heart attack!"  But Stanley said he heard that the reason they went last evening was because if they went this morning (earlier than normal in order to beat the heat), it would conflict with our play time.  They try to go running when it is our nap time because Mom doesn't want us to have to be in our kennels too long, especially during our regularly scheduled play time.  So while it was still hot out, we went to our kennels and napped while they went running. Yes, they are crazy.

Crazy about me and Stanley!

Murphy

Chewing The Days Away

Me and Stanley have been playing a lot these past few days.  The rain has finally stopped so mom is happy that the mud is gone.  Yesterday was our 11 week birthday.  Mom and Dad said they are shocked that we have all been together for a month now!

Yesterday was our weigh in day.  I weighed 6 pounds 8 ounces and Stanley was 11 pounds 4 ounces.  Mom said my weight gain must have all been in my feet because they sure are getting bigger!

When we first got to our forever home, Mom had a nice toy basket for us.  Right away we learned that it was fun to chew.  Then mom asked, "What was I thinking?"  So she took it away and put our toys in a different chewable box.  We sure like it.

Murphy