I love New York. Woof! I have loads of doggy friends here. Apartment living is awesome because I get to be near mommy and daddy all of the time. Mimi is good company too, even though she is a feline.
The only problem is sometimes Mommy is in the bedroom typing stuff, and Daddy is in the living room playing with the remote control. Frustration sets in because I don’t know who to be with, so I stay in the hallway between the two of them. Then when mommy talks, I talk back. I am too loud I guess and I get scolded. I don’t understand why they cannot sit together in the same room with me all day long. Daddy leaves and is gone for hours. I think he is working or something. Why does he need to do that?
If I hear noises in the hallway, I bark and let mommy know. I try to take care of her when Daddy is off working or whatever he is doing. It’s my job.
My favorite thing is walking in the park, and running with Dad. Oh and butt-sniffing, I love to investigate as many butts as I can in a day. Each one is unique. Some I like more than others. Woof Woof!
Mommy and I walk together all of the time, but she won’t let me off the leash. She says that I don’t understand traffic. Stupid cars. They should be illegal and then I would really have my fun trotting around the streets of Manhattan, eating all kinds of food and playing with hundreds of tennis balls. I like the bright orange ones best.
I like to travel and I especially love riding in the car. This is almost as much fun as playing in Central Park, because I get to sleep for hours. Labbies need sleep (big yawn). Mimi and I nap together every day. Sometimes Mimi leaves food in her bowl for me. I love that too. Labbies need snacks, but then my tummy gets upset, and I get scolded again.
I try to behave, but I am naturally mischievous. I think it’s because I am chocolate? It seems that I am always up to no good, or so my parents think. Mimi is on my side, except when my tail hits her in the eyes or when I step on her. Then she runs and hides and doesn’t want to keep me company for a few hours. But she is a good friend and will always come back around. I cannot help my clumsiness. Bow-wowwww.
I cannot control my behavior. I jump up and down and wag my tail really hard, and then mommy cannot leash me. She gets mad and says things like “Bogey stop, settle, and focus”. I try to focus, but I cannot! I keep thinking about the water and sand that is waiting.
Eventually, she bribes me with a treat or “cookie” as she calls it. For some reason, she thinks the word cookie will make me settle down, but it doesn’t. Mommy should know me by now! I have lived with her for more than two years. Will she ever figure me out?
|The day we met|
I love my life now. I know that I am not quite perfect yet, but I try to be a good boy. Those little dogs annoy the crap out of me, and sometimes I can’t take it. It feels nice to have a home and good food every day. My family is special, and I kiss them often. I think they love me back too. Mommy likes to sing silly songs and give me belly rubs. She kisses me about 100 times per day. Daddy doesn’t kiss me too much, so I give him loads of kisses.
I want to stay with them and keep living in New York, and go to the beach in the summer. I have turned into a big city dog now and I cannot go back to my old life.
I think of my friends and I wonder where they are. I hope they are half as happy as I am.
I am blessed with my forever family and I live in New York City. It doesn’t get any better than this.
How lucky am I? Thanks, Mom and Dad. You saved my doggy life.