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Sometimes I just forget myself!

The other day, Dad was laying on the couch and I was on the floor. He reached down to find something to rub ... I really like that ... and, well, I wanted my tummy rubbed.

Mom wondered what happened to the other half of her dog. (Photo blurred due to x-rated content.)

Me & My Ball

This is me asking for my ball. I do this every morning if Mom is home. For some reason she makes me wait and wait. Then, suddenly, she gets up and says something like, "Okay. It's tenaclok. Wanyer BALL?" Now, "BALL," I understand. The rest, who knows.

Anyway, first I take my ball to my hallway rug and love on it a little. Then, I bring it into the living room where my bed is and play hide the ball in the bed, then try to find it. Great fun! Sometimes my bed ends up in the middle of the living room after an especially rambuncious play session.

Then, I start throwing my ball down the stairs. Let me explain. The stairs are in two parts and are made of bare wood. So, I drop it down the first set of stairs and watch it bounce loudly on each step. I love that! Then, I run after it and throw it down the second set of steps. Now. This is when I feel my Mom cringe. I have no idea why. When the ball hits the bottom floor, it makes an especially satisfying hollow noise. I try to communicate with MiniLou, my Chihuahua girlfriend in the loft below us that it is time to get up. I just don't understand why my Mom doesn't understand this.

So, anyway, sometimes, just for variety, I throw the ball kind of to the side on the lower set of steps. I forget that this is bad. The ball ends up behind that monstrosity that I think Mom calls the pano. I can't get it out from behind the pano. So, I scratch a little against the steps and wait. Sometimes I have to wait quite a while until Mom realizes that things got a little quiet. Finally, Mom comes down and moves the pano and I go in for the ball. I'm very careful when I do this to make sure I don't drop it again inside the pano.

Another dangerous situation that I get myself into on the lower level is that my ball escapes me under the small bed. I know I can go under the bed but you have to understand ... there are wires under there! Yes, wires. I have had a very bad experience involving a wire and my tongue when I was a puppy. I don't like wires. So, once again, I wait for Mom to figure out that something is wrong. (She figures it out eventually.) She comes downstairs and moves one of the wires and gives me moral support while I dog crawl under the bed and grab the ball. It's kind of like an obstacle course. I try not to touch any of the other wires while dog crawling and holding a huge tennis ball in my mouth. When I get out with the ball, Mom tells me that I'm a very brave girl.

GG's Message

Hi! Yes, I know it has been a while since we talked. First of all, my life was kind of turned upside down last year. I think it was that "conami" thing. I have new digs and I really kind of like them. I have new friends and new smells. When I look out the window, I see something besides the backyard. Sometimes I see people and sometimes I see my friends. And, I really love to lay out on the balcony where I am above it all.

I've gotten used to not having a doggie door. It's okay. I know how to tell Mom that it's time to take me out. Sometimes I have to stand on my head but she gets the message.

My Mom and Dad have been very busy for about six months with moving and working and stuff. But I think I feel that things are beginning to settle down. Soon, my Mom will post some pictures of the cacti collection. Not a lot has been happening on that front but they have grown over the winter a little. She lost several of the cacti due to the move but since there is limited space here, it is just as well. We are all looking forward to the day when my Mom can put the cacti out on the balcony. Winter lodging for the little sticky creatures is tight.

I also have a few new games that I play here at the chicken loft. I'll have to tell you about them in the future.

Just wanted you to know that I'm still here and I would like to keep writing when I have a chance. GG

GG's New Loft

Some people have asked how GG likes her new home. Perhaps a picture will tell a thousand words. GG is very comfortable and loves being with Daddy wherever he is. She likes the courtyard where she takes a walk about 30 times a day and she loves playing hide and seek with her balls and chasing them and her toys down the steps. She sleeps very well and has adjusted to life without a doggie door very well. She taught herself how to tell us when she needs to go out and it almost sounds like she's trying to speak. It sounds kind of like a guttural growl and bark and mumble. But she definitely gets her point across. The problem is that she also loves to go out and see her friends of which she now has many. I wish she could differentiate her requests to go out so that I would know the reason for the walk.

GG & The Bear

Hi everyone. Las Vegas Cockapoo here! Things are happening! For some reason, my Mom and Dad are removing stuff from my house and then they appear at this other place ... something called the "chicken loft." (Okay, it's a long story.) Anyway, when they say we are going to the chicken loft, they put my bed in the floor of the passenger seat because the back end is full of stuff and I get in. I'm very happy there as I am right next to my Mom and she reaches down once in a while to give me a rub ... not to mention the cool air from the AC blowing on me for the 35 minute ride. We get there and I get to pee first. I really like my pee place. There are a lot of great new smells.

Anyway, as sooon as we go inside, I have my ball and orange man right there. I don't have to ask for them ... they are just right there. COOL! I'm finding a couple of great places to put the ball and try to get it. The only one that Mom didn't like was over the balcony outside. I don't get to take the ball out there anymore. But, I do love to drop the ball down the steps. COOL! COOL! COOL!

I have noticed that the things that disappear at our house are showing up at the chicken loft. Hmmmm.

Back to the picture above. While my Mom was packing things up, her bear which was a gift from a dear friend of hers, ended up on the floor. I sniffed and prodded that bear for several days while trying very hard to behave myself and not tear its insides out. Finally, my Mom gave the bear to me as a photo op. That lasted about 8 hours before I began to tear its insides out. Mom took it from me right away. Gee! I was just getting to the good stuff ... ing.

Ice Plant, Bishop's Cap & ???

I have looked and looked for the name of this cactus and I can't find it. But, I like it! Its spines are fairly flat to the stem and, so far, it is only a single stem.

This is my rather sad-looking Ice Plant. It did make a few fuscia colored flowers last spring so I shouldn't give it a hard time, should I?

My Bishop's Cap made a flower while I was away a few weeks ago and I was hoping that one of these buds would flower up soon but, so far, nothing.

Pups

I still don't know what this is. I said before that it might be an Echinopsis but I'm beginning to think that it isn't. Anyway, look at the pups growing on its side!