Tonight I made roast beef for dinner and as we were eating Camden said, "Dani, I love everything you make." He told me I take the best care of him and he really loves my corn (from a can but he does not need to know that) and my homemade pizza. Thanks Chef Boyardee! Needed to write that down while I had it in my mind.
Today I read a quote and it really made me think:
We must be willing to get rid of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
Oh how this applies to me in so many ways. More about that another day.
I am going to let our puppy Mickey take over now. He has a few things he would like to say:
Hi! Hi! Hi!
My name is Mickey and I was purchased by Bryan and a very naive lady named Dani. Dani has never had a puppy before so I made sure I gave her those puppy dog eyes to hook her in. Then I did the ole bait and switch with her. More about that in a minute. Let me take some time to tell you about myself:
I was born on 10-10-10 in Wyoming and made my way down to Thornton, Colorado. On 12-12-10, exactly one week after Dani and Bryan got married, Bryan got Dani to come into the place where I was living. Dani had no intention of taking me or any of my friends home but something made her come to my kennel. I was hanging with a brown and black Morkie and she almost picked him up first, but no, I got her attention. She picked me up, and then took me over to the play area. I played it cool and crawled right into her lap. I licked her hand and gazed up and her with my cute face. She kind of fell for me right then and there. If she was going to HAVE to get a dog at the urging of her new family, she thought I would be pretty cool. Originally she wanted to name me George or Charlie. Bryan was not in love with these names, so they thought about it at lunch while I got a bath. At lunch they decided since they love Disney World and they got married there one week earlier, to name me Mickey after Mickey Mouse. I still don't really respond to this name, but I will pay attention to them one day.
On the car ride home, I sat in Dani's lap and cried the entire way to Parker. This made Dani and Bryan very nervous. When we got to the house, I went potty outside. The first night they put me in a kennel and I cried and cried. I peed in my kennel because I did not realize this would be the place I was supposed to hang out in during the day when no one is home and the place I need to sleep in at night. For the first few nights I cried. A lot. Dani and Bryan put me down in the basement and made sure the door to the storage room was closed, the main basement door was closed, and their bedroom door. Dani wore earplugs. Then a few days later, two little munchkins arrived named Camden and Torrin. Apparently they live here too. I am kind of confused because sometimes they are here, and sometimes they are not. When they are here, I am wild. I take things, I run around, I poop in the house, and I like to bite-especially Torrin.
After a few nights in the kennel, Bryan put me in their bedroom. I have 5 beds, and he put me in the red one. I was great all night. I peed on the floor once and pooped, but other than that, I did not cry. They let me do this for three nights then decided to put me back in the kennel. I was so mad. I barked, hit my kennel door and was not happy.
Last weekend we went to Ft. Collins to see Dani's sister Denise and her family. Dani put my blue bed in my kennel and Bryan said they should try and put me in the kennel in the car ride up there. I loved it! I was asleep most of the way up there. Then when we got there, I ran around with my cousin dog Sophie, made her really jealous and mad, pooped and peed in the house, and that is about it. Since then, I have grown to love my kennel. I am still really mad when they put me in it and then leave the house, but I don't go potty in there, I sleep all night until 5:30 a.m. in there, and I have been going in there on my own every now and then. If I am in the kennel, I need to know someone is close by so I won't cry. I say I am doing pretty well with the kennel thing. Being on a leash? Not so much....Potty Training? Yeah, not so well either.
So as I said before, the first week I was a super mellow puppy. Everyone loved me, I went potty outside, I pretty much was a dream puppy. Dani was thrilled I was a puppy that did not make her want to scream. Well, after I got used to my new home, I discovered a love of shoes. I am 5 lbs but I can run like crazy with a ladies size 10 and a man's size 12 shoe in my teeth. I have mad skills. Lately I like chewing on the corners of area rugs, pillows, anything with a seam. I really, really love chasing Torrin and chewing on his clothes....while he is wearing them. Last night Bryan and Dani were getting ready for bed in their bathroom, I went into their shower and peed. At least I was in the shower!
Today Dani took me out every hour and I went potty most of the time. Then at 3 p.m. I decided to pee on the floor as soon as I came in from outside. Then I did it again-and I did not even have any water! While Bryan was picking up Camden from school, Dani turned her head to get a pot from the cabinet and what did I do? I pooped. I know I get told Good Boy when I am outside and I go potty, and I get my yummy peanut butter treats, but I do not understand what is wrong about going potty in the house. Dani gets very upset, and she is tired of cleaning up pee. The Bissel steam cleaner is getting a LOT of use.
The thing that frustrates my family is I am so cute. I really am. You should see me when I sleep. I am ADORABLE. I like curling up on the couch. I really like sleeping on my back with my paws in the air. It looks painful but I enjoy it. I have slowly stopped eating my poop and I have moved on to things like twigs, branches and slippers. Here are some weird ways I sleep:
I know I am a handful, but did I mention I am ADORABLE?! I just hope Dani grows to love me. I mean she likes me, but with me going potty in the house, she is definitely not a fan of me right now.
That is all for now. I need to chase my tail some more, chew on some pillows, and then fall asleep in the crack of the sofa cushions. I hope I don't barf in my kennel tonight like I did last night.
Love,
Mickey
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