My people took me on a little trip this week. We stayed in a new place with a new bed and everything! I sniffed that place out to make sure that nothing was amiss. Then I stamped my "seal of approval" on it. My people said something about me "marking my territory." I don't know what that means.

Anyway, my people went out the next morning to get some coffee. I got to go with them. There I was minding my own business in the car when out of NOWHERE a huge big machine drives right up to us and starts growling!! I'm not kidding, guys, it was so scary!!! My people didn't seem alarmed. They said something about a tow truck moving some cars. I don't know anything about that...all I know is it was loud!! I tried to hide under the seats, but I didn't fit. That's when my people snapped my picture.

My people can be a little sadistic. Here I am, scared out of my little mind and my people take my picture! I posted it here for you. If only those seats were a little higher. I would have been safe! Luckily, the machine didn't see me and I made it out of there alive. No thanks to my people...

I figured I should try to do a video blog, after all my people have a video podcast, I figured ... IF my people can do it, SO CAN I :-)

Well, it turns out I am a little camera shy, but here is my first video blog.

It's been a while since I've written. I kind of forgot all about my blog because I have been very busy defending my stuff.

I'm sure this surprises many of you because my people tend to think of me as a little scaredy cat. They pretend like they think I'm tough, but I know they don't.

Anyway, back to why I've been so busy. You may remember from previous posts that I spend a good deal of time under the bed. And I bring most of my toys under the bed to keep me company. Actually, they serve a purpose. In case of a home invasion, I can hide amongst my toys and an intruder would look under, mistake me for a toy, and move on. But I've already shared that plan.

A few weeks ago, my people noticed that I had literally dragged every single toy under the bed. All 25 of them. I was so proud! My people, however, thought it would be "fun" to take them all out from under the bed. THERE IS NOTHING FUN ABOUT THAT!!! That just gave me a whole lot of work to do. I had to drop everything (including this blog) to right that situation.

Today, I can officially say that my work here is done. I managed to bring every last toy back under the bed where it belongs! And my world is safe once again :-)

Now, if only I could figure out how to remove that stupid cat from my world...any ideas?

My people had to be all lazy forever, so I haven't been able to make a blog in a very long time. Even this blog I had to get the little girl to make, even though when I did my best intimidating growl she just rubbed my belly and said I was the cutest dog in the world. Then she called me a raggedy dog. I don't think she knows yet that I can understand her.

But I'm going off in tangents. My master, the one who feeds me all the time, has saved my life! I was walking along, minding my own business when I noticed a small furious furball charging at me. I think he's my nemesis. I called him George, because everyone has been talking about a George recently, so it must be him. But he charged at me and started barking. I was scared out of my metaphorical boots, and I acted all tough but I actually was relieved when my girl master picked me up. My food master however, had started guarding me from the other dog.

The dog bit him, but because my masters are gods, he is ok. I am still scared of George though. When a lady walked by and she smelled like him, I ran behind my girl master, wanting her to pick me up again. But eventually I got confident, and I came out from behind my master. But I still don't like George. Thankfully, my master is ok!!! Take that, George!!  

I am a pound puppy, as most of you know. I have seen some "rainy days" as you people like to call them. There were times when I didn't know where my next meal would come from. I'm just happy to have my own people now who always keep my food bowl full.

Anyway, I've heard people talk about "saving for a rainy day." This makes no sense to me when it comes to food. When I'm hungry, I eat! Because I know that my people will just get me more food. I have no reason to save food for a rainy day.

Toys, on the other hand, are a different story. Every now and then, my people bring me a new toy to play with. If you are wondering, I LOVE stuffed toys. I like to rip out the stuffing and make them squeak...it's great! Every time I hear that little squeak, it just makes me feel so powerful! Like I'm killing that little toy!

I digress...ok, where was I? Oh yeah - saving my toys for a rainy day. Since my people don't bring me toys on a daily basis (what's up with THAT???), I have to save the new ones for a rainy day. Every time I get a new toy, I pull it under my bed and save it for later. When I want to play, I play with one of the old dead toys in the corner. The new toys are not to be played with!!

Sometimes my people think they are smarter than me and they pull the new toy out and throw it to me. But I will not be outsmarted! I just take that toy and immediately run it back under the bed. It must be saved!

Just know that if there ever is a "rainy day," I'll be under the bed :-)