Hello everyone, do you want to know what I do every day? I don't eat, that's for sure. Last month when I went to the nice vet, I weighed so much it's a state secret, but it made mommy argue with the lady and the scale, both. "Must be something wrong, he's leaning into the wall, he's not sitting still, he's on a diet," she argued, I was embarrassed at her. Little did she know that while she's had me on a diet, daddy felt sorry for me and kept giving me dog biscuits!
When she found the empty biscuit box, she had a fit! Smoke was coming out her ears, and I had to go and hide. I don't like arguments at our house. So now we get up early and instead of hiking in the hills, we walk/run around in a big circle around the barn. We start here.
Round and round we go. "You must lose 10 pounds," she says. "You are at risk for diabetes, it's in your breed, and you have this other illness already, so we have to work out." - -Blah, blah, blah.......
See here we're at the other end. Round and round and mommy is getting pretty good, keeping up the speed. We do 10 laps, it's called laps, and mommy says we need to work up to 20 first and then see how it goes.
It's fun at first, we always scare up all the little rabbit babies. They are terrified of me! One morning, we saw a mommy quail with a whole lot of little quail babies. They were tiny and mommy thought they were so cute. I was thinking food supplements. But then it gets boring, so I play the game of walking fast, like a good dog, then jumping in front of mommy's legs and coming to a dead stop. Heh, heh, heh!
After we get home, Soldier gets his walk, then we eat our breakfast. After that I play with Gracie 2. She needs a bath real bad, but you know who is not giving her one, so I have to lick her clean.
After I rest, I need to go outside and, if I'm lucky, a stupid lizard will sit on the fence. They do that and that's why the are called Fence Lizards. I chase them and sometimes I get them....
but this time the lizard got away.
Later in the day it gets hot, so I sit in my chair in front of the fan and dream of the Siberian tundra. See, that's where I'm from, well not me, I'm from Lake Elsinore, but my breed.
You would think if someone got a dog like me while living in the desert, the least you could expect is for them to have some airconditioning!
After I cool off, it's time to play with the magic chair. I sit on it, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, the bottom jumps up at me. It's a bit disconcerting (see, I bet you didn't think I knew a long word like that, but mommy reads a lot and I like to chew on her books ~ I learn a lot that way). I figured out I can step to the side and get off the magic chair that way.
By now it's afternoon and I'm hungry again. Since daddy and me got busted with the biscuits, there's nothing else for me to do than to go lay down on the nice new slate tile that daddy installed and hope dinnertime isn't too far away.
It's so cool and nice, I love to sleep here in my corner. You can see our new carpet here too. Those are not spots, it's just the way it looks. It's very pretty and no one has made a mess on it. Yet!
Have a nice day everyone!
Posted by Samson, the Samoyed Dog.
