Halloween is not for dogs

Hello.

Meathead here!

Halloween is not for dogs! Grandma doesn't know that. Here I am humoring her. Purple is not my color.

And here is Grimmy sitting behind the closed storm door while Grandma gives out treats. Grimace is not bored easily, but even he had to just rest his eyes for a moment.

And then there is our neighbor, Penny. Now according to Milo she is a "looker"! We can't see it. It must be a "frenchie" thing. But according to her live-in staff, she won first prize in an Annapolis, Maryland contest dressed as a crab. Check out the outfit!! Now red definately is her color!

Training the Puppy - Lesson #3 Know Your Place In the Pack

Since Meaty has been feeling under the weather this week, I will go over lesson #3 with you: Know your place in the pack.

I am sure your dog-mom, Mia, taught you what a pack was. You are part of our pack now and we need to make sure you know your place.

Grandma says Meaty is the "king". He likes that title alot. I think it has kind of gone to his head a bit. Oh well, he is first, #1, the leader (but only because I wasn't here at the start. I have great leadership qualities, you know.)

Grandma says that I am "prince". Auntie sometimes calls me the "jester". I like "prince" better. And I am #2. I think I am really more like #1.5!! And if only I had started in the pack to begin with rather than wasting 3 years somewhere else, I know things would be different, but no matter. Meaty is our lead-guy. And I am a close 1.5!

You probably haven't learned to count yet, but that makes you #3 (#1, #1.5, #3 - yes, that sounds right!). We haven't decided on a descriptive title for you yet. I hear grandma calling you "squirt" now and then. I bet this is because sometimes you squirt on her rug! Let's just make one thing clear ... I am the king of squirting on rugs and walls and cars and children who are sitting still outside ... so find another skill, cause I am king of that one!

Yours Truly,

Grimace

King of Squirting

Training the Puppy - Lesson #2 Adore your person

Meathead and I think you already have lesson #2 under your belt, uhh ... under your navel, no wait - under your chest - dang! You know what I mean - you got this part down already, but it is worth mentioning because this is the one I am really good at.

Adoring your person is pretty darn important. Besides the fact they pay for everything and they do everything for you ... they love you! And you, my little man, are exceeding lucky because you don't have just one person who loves you, you have a whole family of people who think you are grand.

Meathead has his papa, I have my grandma (ok, I share her, but no one adores her like me) and you have your mama!

Lesson #2 - Adore your mother - we can see that she adores you!

See ya later!

Grimace

PS - ok, ok, technically papa pays for everything for me, but I adore grandma! Its an unusual relationship but it works for us.

Grimace, the Captain

My name is Captain Grimace Robert Geronimo Shanks, ... the first!

I answer to Grim or Grimmy for short - having a long, commanding name like mine - you have to have a short version. But my name history is alittle more complicated than my companions. My first three years of life were spent living with my brother in another family. I don't remember much of those years, so my life really began when I came to live with papa. I should probably back up and explain.

In my first home I was called Bud and my brother was called Lite. (Yeah - "Bud" - no one is going to remember you with a name like "Bud".) My brother and I didn't receive much care. They fed us and they kept a roof over our heads, but when I left that home I was grossly overweight and my ears were swollen with infection. Thankfully they gave us to Pug Rescue so we could get better and move on. I was with a wonderful Foster Mother for exactly one month. Papa found my picture on Pet Finders - apparently the bull dog wasn't enough for him (despite what you might read in other postings on this blog), and the rest is history.

By the time Papa adopted me, I slimmed down and my ears were healed. I looked buff. My first night in my new home was pretty much a mad house of celebration - apparently the bull dog wasn't enough for anyone - despite what you read in other postings on this blog. There was Meathead and Papa and MoMo, of course, but there was also a lady called "grandma" - I bonded with her pretty fast. And then there was a person called "auntie", she was very sweet and loving, and there was the man who lives with grandma - that is what I call him to this day "the man who lives with grandma". Soon after Papa changed my name to Grimace.

Life has been next to perfect ever since. I live in two places now - Papa's and grandma's. If I had to choose just one (and why would I - how many dogs have 2 homes), I would choose to live with my Grandma. She doesn't have her own dog (despite what her neighbors think - they believe she has 3 dogs) and she dotes on me! And I am good with the doting!

And with regards to my regal name ... I have no frick'en idea how it got so long or so impressive. Must be the force of my magnificant personality - (despite what you might read in other postings on this blog!!)