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In the land of Twilight, yet another Jacob runs the Woods

Being a dog who knows about pop culture, I am aware of the heated debate caused by New Moon- Jacob vs. Edward. It would be difficult for me not to be aware, considering I’m living in the land where apparently vampires and werewolves run free. I think it is clear what side I must fall on, and I must remind you, that my middle name is in fact, Jacob. Since I was a puppy, I have dreamed of being a wolf, or a dog that could turn into a wolf- a caniwulf, or even better, a dog that could turn into a wolf and then into a man during the full moon. It seems that I am now among my brethren!

For the past 20 of 21 days it has rained here, which can only mean that the vampires have been roaming freely. But today it was sunny out, so I went to the lake to see if I could spot these sparkling fiends. Although I didn’t catch any- be warned vampires, a new wolf named Jacob now roams the Puget Sound!

A wolf shadow appears across a sparkling lake

Winston waits to enter the exam room

See the picture above? That’s me at the vet, staring at the examination room waiting for some badness to come out of it. I hate the vet. But do you know what I hate more? The fact that this picture does not have the awesomeness that I discovered at the vet- a Kangaroo! I met two of them! That’s right, my dad had the presence of mind to take a picture of me at the vet so I could blog about it, but he completely spaced the fact that he should take a picture of me meeting a joey. Then he got a second chance, and he missed it again! I even posed for the picture, but he says that he was too busy trying to make sure that I didn’t lose a boxing match… what crap!

So, I met these two joey at the vet- apparently there is a kangaroo farm here in Arlington: The Outback Christmas Tree and Kangaroo Farm and they raise Kangaroos and people buy them as pets. The joey were just born and I guess they were getting a checkup so their owner brought them in in a sling that they carried around their necks! They even fed them with a baby bottle! I was really scared of being at the vet, so at first I didn’t know what to think, but then the farmer was really nice to me and petted me, and all of a sudden it poked its head out of the pouch! We both sniffed each other for a while, but then the vet came so I had to go hide under dad again. The second Joey I met didn’t like me as much and tried to punch me, but I jumped away before it could happen. Its crazy, they’re like jumping dog rats!

The ones I met were small, but apparently they were Australian reds and will grow to be over 6 feet tall! Seems like these giant jumping dogs could give me a run for my money! I am a little jealous though, I never got to ride around in a pouch or drink from a bottle when I was a puppy…

Bored Winston

I’m so bored. Basically all I do is sleep all day long. North Dakota was so cold, and nothing like England, and my mom wasn’t there, but I had friends, Anni and Twag. Here all the other dogs are mean, they always bark when we walk. And I never see any of my friends. I’m so bored here that I have even uploaded all my old blogs to this site, which you can now reread in the archive.

Now all my parents do is work. My mom goes to work so very early, and she wakes me up at 530 in the morning so that I can go for a walk with her. Which I rarely want to do because the bed is so warm, and its the same bed as in England. Most of the time when we go out it is raining, and I don’t like being a wet dog- I like that worse than being a cold dog.

Dad is worse. He is home all day now, which at first I thought was going to be awesome! But he goes upstairs to work and even though I can go with him, he is so busy on those computers that I can’t get a word in edgewise! Believe me, I try. I beg, I whine, I tear through the house. He’ll get up and let me outside, sometimes take me for a walk, but he always goes back to work. I’m always waiting at the top of the stairs to listen for mom opening the garage door because I know that’s when he’ll stop working… sometimes. I have even learned this trick. I’ll sneak up under his desk, and when he’s least expecting it, or if he leans away from his keyboard even a little bit- BAM! I’m in his lap! It’s not very comfortable up there though.

So I’m bored. I need a friend. What I really want is a new puppy in the house, a schnauzer just like my friend in North Dakota. So everyone out there reading this- please comment and tell my parents that it is time for a second dog in the house!