Day 3 Walking around

Day 3

I am meeting more and more dogs in the park. Most of them are nice, some want to take my stick and those I don't like as much.

Protecting my stick

After the park Jennifer and I walk in the streets. There are so many things going on there! In fact I cannot concentrate on anything and I get very confused. Jennifer is very reassuring, but still, that doesn't help the fact that I want to go sniff and play and say hello and investigate everything and everyone at the same time. I turn in all directions and I howl in frustration. Jennifer tries to keep me under control which makes me want to pull even more and jump. The whole situation is very confusing. Jennifer tries to be calm but I think she is a bit confused as well.

Jennifer always makes me walk on the grids... why?!?!

Another thing:

let me tell you how mistreated I am. When we walk on the street, we both has responsibilities:

• One of us is in charge of stopping before and after streets, on steps, not pulling and not barking. 
• The other's job is... well just complain or be happy with the other.

GUESS WHO HAS THE HARD PART!!!

Day 2 My amazing singing

Day 2

Jennifer lives with another girl called Stefani, and her dog Molly. Molly either hates me or thinks my nose tastes really good. Stefani is very friendly though, and doesn't try to eat my nose, I like her.

Jennifer lives close to a park, which we go to a few times every day. If Jennifer let me, I could pull her there and everything would be easier. But Jennifer doesn't really understand this.

As we were crossing the street, and ambulance turned its sirenes on. The song was quite repetitive "Weeeeeeyuuuuuu Weeeeeeyuuuu" but also quite inspiring. I decided to sing with it. It inspired me so much that even after the ambulance left, I improvised more lyrics to the song, along with a little jumpy dance. Quite a few people stopped to watch me, so I think I was doing pretty good! But Jennifer doesn't appreciate good music. She was trying every way possible to get me to stop, she tried getting me distracted with a stick, she made me lay, she made us run... Thankfully I am a multi-purpose dog and I can do several things at a time. When Jennifer ran out of ideas of how to stop me, I finished my recital. I think it's better not to condition her by stopping when she is telling me to, only when she waits for my voice to die out is when I chose to stop.

My recital

First day in a new home

I think my human's name is Jennifer. I'm really not lucky, I think she might have some behavioral problems...

• First of all, she can't speak normal human language. She speaks with different intonations and stuff. I had been studying how humans communicate, but I noticed, apart from a few commands like "Sedni", "Lehni" and a few other words like "Hodna!..." human language is just garble. Most of the time they are making useless sounds. However they are pretty good at understanding my name Mety.

• Secondly, my human is pretty bad at keeping objects. Today she was holding a ball. She accidently dropped/threw it. So then I bring it back to her, polite little puppy as I am. And I kid you not, about 10 seconds later she lost is again!! Again I had to run and bring it back. This went on for a good 5 to 10 min! sometimes she would make me sit, other times k noze, and as soon as I obeyed her silly commands, she got so happy she would throw the ball again!

My human with the toy she keeps dropping

• Thirdly, she lives in a bedroom owned by a little stinky rat. The moment I stepped in, the little rat glared at me. Little rat said she doesn't like me calling her "little rat". She said her name is "Emperesse Destruterminator". And that the big foodbowl was hers. And the ball too. And the other toys too. And that if I leave her alone she will tolerate me on her territory. I gulped and went to hide in the corner. " Oh no, where have I ended up?" I thought. 

Stinky rat

 Anyway right after that, Jennifer took Stinky rat and made all sorts of baby sounds "oooh baby Kiwi sweetie, wook a the wittle puppy, she will be your sister for a wittle while, yeah? Goozie goozie that's a baby...". She tickled her on the belly and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. Stinky rat was so embarassed, mumbled something about parents cramping her style, and returned furious to her cage. I was laughing my head off. Turns out she is maybe not so bad after all.

Stinky rat and me