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The Fourth of July was yesterday, and my colonist parents of course put up a serious rukus- but not as much of a rukus as I managed to put up! It was a good day all in all, especially because they took me to the Merton Sports Grounds with them for an American Style BBQ and Fireworks, but most importantly- American style football!

I was let off the lead to roam around, and in order to impress my parents, I didn’t go to crazy on the many people that were there, I just ran around wagging my tail at some, and jumping on those that said hi to me, gave them a lick and moved on. I stayed pretty close by, although, this one time I followed this bearded guy around the back of the building and mom had to chase me down… Needless to say, the guys started a game of pick up football, and that is when I really learned to love Cornwallis’ folly.

I would run around between the players following the ball. As soon as one of them dropped it, I was off like a rocket with it! Five grown men hot on my heels- and I love the attention. I managed to get my tooth stuck in one of the laces by accident, and those guys aren’t exactly gentle (my dad had to come in and defend me at one point, I may look like a big dog, but I am just a puppy!) but I’m ok, because it was so awesome. I made the brand new football look like a worn and ratted old thing! So much fun! I even got some meat from the BBQ.

Later on I was chauffered home so that I could sleep off the excitement, it was too much for a puppy to handle! I heard that my parents stayed and set off fireworks, and woke all of St. Catherine’s College by singing a cat howl version of the national anthem. What do you do? I was so pooped, I haven’t had that much excitement in a long time!

Woof!

This is the part where most bloggers apologize for not uploading something in 20 days and then give excuses about why they were unable to do things. I however, am not going to apologize, I am a dog- it is spring; there are certain things that a dog has to do when it is spring, and certain urges and feelings that must be met. However, for two reasons I am back to you on the world wide web today: 1) The weather has turned really crappy, really quickly; and 2) My celebrity demands it!

For most dogs, the most technologically advanced they get is with GPS tracking chips that carry all their veterinary information implanted into them in case they get lost, stolen, or have to travel abroad. I jumped on that bandwagon when I was 4 months old. However, as already discussed I have become an international dog of mystery what with my blog writing, my face book profile, possible youtube.com debut, and my international friends list. Although I have yet to be abroad, I do have a few trips scheduled for the upcoming months and years.

I believe it is because I am a dog ahead of my time that has earned me my celebrity, and to tell you the truth, being famous is tough, especially for an 8 month old! Friday I had cosmetic surgery just to maintain my good looks and good behavior, my father had to get a job to support my picky eating habits (which are almost to the point of anorexia), and I behave like a rock star whenever I get the chance- trashing whatever room I am staying in.

Then there are the paparazzi- always trying to take a picture of me, forcing me to always be on my cutest. Then when something not so cute gets shot, the light is bad, or a weird angle (not to mention photoshop), all the tabloids want to make fun and mock me. I mean, what is that about? Can you say invasion of privacy?

But what is a dog to do? I think I need a spot on “The Simple Life” just to relax for a few weeks.

Woof!

So Sundays are a lot of fun. Normally, we all get up as a family a little later, mom and dad will go to church (or not), and then in the afternoon- everybody comes over and I have so much fun with all my human friends who come over! Dad cooks meat, which I get a share of, which is great, and everyone loves me and wants to play with me. Sunday Roast Sundays are the best!

Since the weather has been getting nicer, we have also been doing outdoor activities on Sundays- flying kites, going for walks, and more recently- cricket.

Dad and his friends will put those sticks in the ground, balance a little stick on top of them and then throw balls and hit them back at each other for hours. Now this would be all well and good, except that I am not included. I have to be on the leash on the blanket watching, which is boring because I know I would make a great fielder! Its just crap. Anyway, so here I am on the sidelines watching, other dogs all over the park or the meadow, and I am strapped to the leash, what kind of crap is that?

Needless to say, cricket looks fun, and I am determined to play… someday…

Grandma Hanna sent me an amazing gift to our APO box the other day- a SQUEAKY TOY!!! Mom and Dad haven’t let me have a squeaky toy because the ones in England have a little squeaker inside which they think would be dangerous for me. Grandma Hanna’s squeaky toy, however, had no squeaker just squeakyness, so it was safe! I loved it for the whole hour of its life.

At first, I couldn’t figure out what was making the noise, so I would make it squeak, then I would look around and bark at whatever was making the noise, so they would shut up so I could play with my squeaky toy. Then I realized I was making the squeaky squeak, so I started harmonizing with it, doing my whine/growl/howl/song thingy with the toy, barking when I wasn’t squeaking it.

Then I thought to myself… what if it is squeaking because its alive? With this thought into my head, I tore into a panic and ran around the house with the squeaker like a mad dog scared and trying to kill it at the same time. Then all of a sudden, the toy started to wheeze, instead of squeak. Its death assured, I shredded it into pieces before my Mom thought that was enough for the toy!

It was so much fun!

If you want to see video of me harmonizing with the toy, follow this link:

Well, its spring- and all the crazy furless humans are going into the sky. I just don’t understand their obsession for flying in crazy colorful things so high up in the sky, its madness! Needless to say, I have only recently learned to look up and see things, at first, I didn’t think there was much you could see up… I mean I know that birds fly, but when they’re in the air, you can’t catch them, so why look up? The only things that matter are on the ground, or in jumping distance where you can get to them.

This problem was compounded by looking through glass. I don’t look through glass, I look at it. I mean, who would think that you could look through something? These two things combined, did weird things when I was trying to meet my friend Monty. Monty lives in a little bay window in one of the shops on the street we live on, its about 3 feet up, and has glass on it. For a while I was so confused, because every time we walked by mom and dad would get excited and would keep trying to show me the glass. But it was just glass, and nothing special, there were much more interesting smells around! But then I could also hear the glass barking… it was weird.

Needless to say, I finally figured it out, while sitting on my mom’s lap looking out the office window. One day it got warm so they opened the office window, and I realized that I was looking out, not at something like the TV, that it was real. I got really scared, and ran downstairs out my doggy door to the place I recognized. I could hear my mom and dad laughing at me and calling my name, but I couldn’t tell where they were coming from- I looked every where on the ground for them, but couldn’t find them. Finally I looked… up, and there they were, where I just was!

I ran upstairs and looked down, then downstairs and looked up, it was a whole new world! It was amazing! I must say, I like heights so much, too, because I can see farther, and it feels like I am much bigger, from ground level everything is much, much bigger than I am, but from higher up, I am king! That is why I like to sit on the stairs and look down, and in the upstairs windows and look at the street, and in my chair and look out the window, it is great!

So now that I look up, and through, I can see all sorts of things I have never seen before: kites, hot air balloons, big birds, and even Monty in the window!

It is the best time of year for a puppy- spring! This is my first spring, and I hardly even know what to do with myself! I mean, it is amazing- grass is green and growing, there are tons of animals, we go outside more, the weather is warm, and the sun is glorious! Forgot what I said about caniwulf- the moon is nothing compared to the sun! It is warm and glorious, and I just love to bask in it. I sleep in it whenever I can, and if there is a spot that is shining in the house (the backpart, because the house faces north/south, and we are such a high latitude that sunshine, those strips of sun that lie on the carpet or the floor, are found where the windows that face the backyard are, and there are only two good ones of those, one in the dining room, one in the office.) If I find a strip of sun, I just plop down in it, and in less than 30 seconds I am passed out. It is amazing. Back in the winter I had to lie next to the heaters in the hallways!

I love going outside now, the weather is so good- it is making me crazy. I run around barking my head off, I am constantly jumping and trying to play, I do my crazy dance whenever I can, then I find myself a sunstrip and plop down to nap before I get up and do it again. Its the springtime crazies! I also haven’t been eating much food. Grandpa says that his dogs aren’t eating much either and its just because its spring (see the last post about pickyness).

CRAZY CRAZY SPRINGTIME WOOF! Now where is the sun?