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.

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.

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.

I am avail-able, Holla'!

The lady told me that today is special.  Ever since before Santa's day, I was learning my Manners and teaching my foster people all of the special, sparkly things about me, but now that I am a full package, I get to find my home that will give me sweet goodies and put a tag on me with my name and their name on it.  That's called "adoption" when it happens.

I didn't know exactly what graduation was when I left the Barn except that I had to follow many rules and stay away from "The Ancient One," and eat smuggled-in chicken softies from my friends when the foster lady made me eat cottage cheese slush for dinner.  When Sweet Pee didn't come home that day, but went to her real home, I was sad.  But I don't think I will be sad for myself because I like adventures.

Chlo-wee came to congratulate me today too.  She said we could play.  She also said that if I was a good boy when I got adopted she would borrow her dad's key's and visit me if I got lonely.  That is nice.

If you know the family that has the flirt pole and stuffy toys and cuddle time, let me know, okay?

mr. potato head Robins

I found out today that I am "fas-cinating."  The lady saw she could "Macro Zoom" on me today, so we played the laying down real quiet game for such a long time that I took a little nap.  If you look real close, I am not only fas-cinating, but very sparkly.

This is my macro-zoomed ear

And my little nosey-nose that has many different colors

She even thinks my sparkly rolls are worthy of the zoom

I just can't stop looking at these zooms!  I would like all parts of me in them and then I could have a puzzle so when I need things to do I can make funny-looking Mr. Potato Head Robins all day.  Creative busy!  I told you so.

Inspired by Miss Tina Turner

Have you ever heard of the song Simply the Best by Miss Tina Turner?  The foster lady played her music video for me today, and I started daydreaming about Miss Tina and what she thought was so good in her song, and then I started thinking about what my song would be about if I sang one with the same name.

And then I knew.  I made my own music video but I didn't use her song because I wanted my own special music for my favorite thing in the entire world.

I did it while I was in my crate today.  I didn't have to go in there because I was naughty, but because I needed some quiet time to think about my favorite, "simply the best" thing.

Purple Plastic Box

They got me this purple plastic box because they said I am busy.  And busy boys need "things to do."  And when they don't have those "things" they turn to naughty things because their minds are working over-time and their short legs need to move.

The lady puts my food it in.  And then she puts in on the floor, and I have to get it out.  She does this when she has to move around the house a lot and I am not allowed to follow her.

Sometimes, if I stare at it for a long time, the little fish sweets just pop out.

But most of the time, I have to swirl it around and make it make noise so the sweets roll into my mouth like this.

And this...

I personally think it's sort of a silly box because I wonder why she doesn't just put it in a baby bowl like she does with "The Ancient One," or feed one sweet, gentle morsel at a time like she did with Sweet Pee.  For me, she makes me work for even the tiniest crumble.  Every morning.  And every night.  I think I'm much more "creative busy" than she thinks.  Just today, I made a playground in the kitchen, and I asked the lady to take a picture in black and white because I made art.  She didn't, but if you look real close you could even see a little peace of heaven.

My little peace of heaven