Monday, February 28, 2011

Her favorite thing

The foster lady gets bored easily. Especially when it's cold and we can't go outside, the lady entertains herself with many games.  Most of them include me, and if I'm sleeping, I can keep her busy for hours.

Plus she bribed me with some chicken softies to show you this video.  Go here, okay?

Monday, February 21, 2011

It's training day

Training the lady at "pit ed" is a lot of work.  I have to sit patiently and wait for her to get ready.  And then she has to look at me 100 hundred times.  But sometimes there's another lady with orange socks, and my lady gets distracted.  "Ah-ah, lady, no nose-to-nose greetings yet," I tell her.  Then, she has to get ready all over again, and we sit some more to wait for her to stop her happy dance and "get serious."

And then we walk around orange cones, and I make sure she has sweet eye contact with me around the corners so she knows when it's time to give me a treat.

The lady is telling me it's time to "stay," but I think it's time to "sing," so I ignore her.  This teaches the lady that just because she wants attention, doesn't mean that she gets it whenever she wants.  She has to "work for it." 

Sometimes the lady forgets that I have per-so-nality, and the clowny bits just have to come out because I am so full.  And I am a working breed, which means I have a smart head on these little shoulders and it needs to be "worked."

But then, like a lee-tle present to me, the lady got it.  And she made a scrunchy face and talked to me in a baby voice, and we looked at each other long and hard, just like I was waiting for this whole time. No lady, I don't need a treat right now, I want to be in your eyes since connecting is sort of my thing.  Dont worry, if you work for it, you'll get it right.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Me and my rock

With the lady having the "flew" and the Man taking care of the lady, I have been left to my own dev-ices.  I found my sometimes best friend in the backyard.  And after today, I bet the lady won't ever get sick again because she says me and my best friend are too noisy.

The lady and the Man like that I am a very quiet boy.  When there is a knock on the door I know it is for me, so I wiggle at the door until it opens, but I don't use my voice.

When it's breakfast in the morning and breakfast at night, I wiggle until the lady puts the purple plastic box down on the floor for me and only sometimes jump up if she takes too long.  But I never, ever give her lip and keep my voice box for when I play with my sometimes best friend, even when he gets crabby.  My rock.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Gettin' My Sleep On

The foster lady has the "flew" this week, so we haven't been flirt poling or playing with my friends and no one is bringing me new toys to play with.  So, I've been practicing the art of sleeping.  Sleeping inside or outside, and on beds and on couches, and near toys.

The lady watched it and she said that it was easier to read all of my sleeping titles if you go to the youtube page and watch it there.  Here is the link to my best sleeping video ever.  Or you could try and watch it all small-like here.