Star Pupil

Milo here!

You won't believe how great I am at this "training thing"! This was my second week, and I am just the star of my class. Like Really!! At least that is what mom thinks. And the trainer guy said I am pretty smart. Of course, I knew that! I am pretty sure that training is more for mom than for me. The trainer speaks "dog" and mom is learning how to speak "dog" now.

Here I am with mama waiting for the class to begin. I am so well behaved here.

Of course, there was some play time with the other pupils. One thing I am really good at is play. As you can see from this picture, I haven't yet gotten control over my eyes. Meathead would say this wasn't cool behavior.

I am, however, beginning to think it is cool behavior for a Frenchie.

And the pupils come in all shapes and sizes.

This one has pretty fancy accessories. Look at those ears. Beautiful, but too heavy with hair to stand up properly!!

Hmm ... I am not sure if that is a real dog. I am still thinking about it.

But the sweater is pretty cool! I'd need a bigger size.

And I made a new friend today - his name is George! Now he is a real dog!! Another English Bull Dog like my cousin Meathead! My favorite kind of dog - a bully!!

What's not to love about that mug!!

Yes, I am looking forward to my next training lesson.

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!

Milo and the Neighbor Cat

I have pretty much reach my big-boy body, but I am still pretty young and learning about the world.

I was visiting my grandma recently, and I couldn't believe my eyes. The lady next door had one very skinny cat.

I'm a friendly kind of guy so I thought I would check this dude out.

I'll give him credit. He never moved. My grandma has cats and I never can get this close.

I moved in closer to get a wiff.

This is one cool guy. He doesn't even blink. And his smell is kind of ... well ... there is no smell.

I get a bath every week or so 'cause my mama thinks I need it. This guy must get a bath every day!

Poor fella.

Let's see. You usually can't hide your smell on this end.

Must be careful! Cats are unpredictable.

Oh my! No smell, no noth'en.

Very creepy. I can feel the hair on my back standing up. This dude has serious problems.

He could use a decent meal as well. Never saw anything that skinny.

Got to tell my mama about this. She won't believe it.

Dog Gone Tired

Our vacation ends tomorrow. This has been a tiring week! It will be nice to sleep in our own beds.










Grandma never came...I hope she doesn't show up tomorrow and we are gone! If she did show up now, I don't think we'd have the energy to greet her.

Who knew a restful vacation could be so exhausting!

Too many things to remember

Exhausting! Just so much to learn before I am all grow'd up! I think I will take a nap first before I blog a response.

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

Mama’s Souvenir

“I wonder if I can grow fangs when my baby teeth fall out.”
Calvin & Hobbes

My mama says it’s pretty rare to get a baby tooth as a keepsake. I don’t know about that, I have a belly full of teeth!

So I’ve heard there’s some chick in a fairy outfit who’s supposed to come visit me? Sounds kinda creepy, but if I get a present that’s pretty cool. I hope she has cookies!

Meathead said I should ask for a 60in. LED HDTV with surround sound. Ummmm, I not sure what that means.

Oh well…I’ll leave my tooth under ducky for safe keeping.

Milo :)

Training the puppy - Lesson #1 Be Cool

Grimace and I agree - a dry crate is the first step in keeping your mom happy. There are other qualities you need to work on as well.

Self control for example. Bulging eyes - at any time, are really un-cool. That is especially true when Grandma is snapping picture after picture. Avoid any photographic evidence of un-cool behavior (and that can be a challenge because lately she has that stupid camera with her all the time. How many pictures of dogs does one woman need?)

Remember - lesson #1 - Be cool!

Sincerely,

Meathead

Big news with the Big M!

I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy!!! I have very exciting news! For the first time today I didn't pee in my crate! I'm not the baby I once was (despite what my cousins say); look at my baby pic...dang I was cute!

My mama was so excited she did the happy dance! I didn't think it was a big deal, but then I saw my mom frolicking around the room like a banshee! I mean...I could have done this weeks ago to make her happy.

Oh well, will I hold it tomorrow? Hmmmm, I'll check back with ya.

Milo :)

Milo, the New Kid on the Block

Hi!

I’m Milo and I’m the new kid on the block. I am 4 months old. I love cookies, the dog park, sleeping with my bunny, chasing butterflies, cookies, chewing on bones, going for walks, cookies, barking at ants, sleeping on the couch, chasing squirrels, wait …I need to catch my breath. Did I forget to say cookies? Oh yes most importantly, I love my mama. She loves telling me she spent big bucks on me, she says it all the time (whatever that means!).

I don’t have a nickname yet. I think my mama just likes my name; she says it all the time. “Milo stop doing this, Milo listen to me, Milo stop chewing on the electrical cord, Milo, Milo, Milo…” GOSH, I heard you the first time! But I digress…

My story is short and sweet. I was born into a home of several cats and dogs. Since I was the last puppy left, I would go with my breeder to work. I had gotten used to my current home; I had lots of friends to play with. Until one day a lady, aka “mama”, came and took me away. I was very scared. I even threw up in my crate the first night. This is when I learned mama freaks out when something is wrong with me. I knew sleeping in the crate at night would soon be a distant memory.

You see, I am a very smart boy. My family says I’m a puppy, but I’m really a big boy. Well…I can’t reach the cookie jar yet, but give me time. All I had to do was eat EVERYTHING on the ground and I got a stomach ache. Like always, my mama freaked and let me sleep in her bed. The diarrhea was no fun, but I sleep in a comfy bed now!

So I’m working the system and my life here is pretty sweet! I don’t even remember the home I came from really. I have a cool dog park behind my house; my mama takes me there every day. I get to run with my big dog friends and have fun. Everyone yells “Milo!” when they see me coming, well not my dog friends – they just sniff my butt.

My new families pretty great too! I have my mama, grandma, Uncle Matt, MoMo, and the man who lives with grandma (that’s what Grimace calls him). Mama says I have other family I need to meet too, I’m very excited!

OMG (I learned that on the internet), I almost forgot Meathead and Grimace! They’re my cousins, which you’ve already met I’m sure. My mama and grandma say I’m a lot like Meathead, I hope so - he’s soooooo cool!!! Anyways, they’re teaching me lots of fun tricks: walking down stairs, how to beg for cookies and peeing with one leg up. Sometimes I get the feeling I annoy them, oh well I’m sure that’s not the case! I’m a puppy, who wouldn’t love me!

Oops, mama’s calling – time for breakfast! Talk to you soon! Oh and if you have any comments on our blog let me know - I'm all ears!!

Milo :)