Pupdate from the Crate: Super Ardie Goes Rock Diving

Hi everyone!  I've been on vacation at Aunt Margie's house and she won't let me use her IPad or computer because I'm too little yet....I think...but once she did and I got to tell you how it was going but now she didn't and that's OK because my memory is getting so good that I can tell you about it now and besides....she is way too busy, then way too tired after watching me all day to let me do my blog.  Aunt Margie is almost as old as my Mom so I see that people in that age group don't want to run and play, but Aunt Margie is spunkier than Mom and stronger too!  

At Aunt Margie's house, she has some plants that are just plain mean to me.  They have these cool hangy-down parts and they call out to me when I least expect it.  I mean, I am just standing there and before ya know it they are using their ultrasonic plant voices saying " ....ardie....ARRdieeee....come and look at us....we lovveee you ardie....you should taste us....we taste so gooooddddd.....sooooo  good...." And then when I do taste them, everyone yells NO ARDIE!  all at the same time and I get in trouble.  Why am I the only puppy who can hear them begging me to come and taste them?  

So anyway, the BEST THING ever happened at my Auntie's house!  She got me a swimming pool and I learned how to dive for rocks!  Ya huh!  Here's how I do it: I stand in the cool water and look down and when I see my special rocks that she puts in there for me, I put my foot on it and check if it is real.  I have to do that first because there are fishies and stuff on the bottom of my pool that are not real and I can't pick them up no matter how hard I try.  So then, once I touch it with my foot I DIVE!  Ya huh!  I close up my nose and lock down my swallower, and stick my face right in that pool and get that rock!  Then I take it out, put it on the ground and go back diving for more!  Here is a picture of me doing it.

Oh sorry, I don't have a diving picture but you get the idea.  My mom has a GIANT pool at our house, and so does Aunt Margie, but I only go on the first step.  But I DO drink pool water like crazy and it make my people crazy.  Crazy is a new theme I'm working on as I get older.

So, I got to stay with Aunt Margie and Aunt Nancy when mom and dad got all dressed up in all white and went to a party far far away.  My people looked so beautiful in their white clothes I wanted to share them with you because, even though I haven't seen them yet, I'll bet those new outfits aren't as white as they were when mom left home.

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Mom said that dad was the MOST HANDSOME ever even though he sometimes resembled an Ice cream truck man or a fancy waiter in his all white suit, but she loved that look and kept trying to get dad to wait on her all night.  She told me she even offered him a nice tip but I'm not sure how that all worked out.  Sometimes, when they do that kind of silly talk it gets crazy here and then I have to go into my crate because dad says he needs some "alone time with mom" and I think it ends up in some sort of tickling/wrestling/chasing game and it is just what puppies love do to do so I never understand why I can't be in it with them cause I am the best ever at that game but I just wait in the crate.

Anyway, I'm going to training classes and have learned that I get the BEST TREATS ever when I do something called SIT, DOWN and race to mom when she calls my name.  Mom is learning so much about me too!  I have discovered that jumping on her isn't the best thing ever, so if I just go up behind her and poke her in the butt with my nose, that works!  Sometimes my teeth go crazy and they just can't help it so they NEED to take just a tiny nibble, and that isn't good, so I've been working with my brain to get control of my teeth which is really really hard for a puppy.

So now I'm six months old and dad wants me to be allowed to sleep in bed with them, and mom is saying NO! Sometimes, she lets me sleep there till dad falls asleep then when she is ready to sleep, like a long long time later, she takes me to my crate which is ok with me.  Mom says that if I sleep in bed with them, she won't have any space and will never get any sleep. Yesterday, I tried to prove her wrong, but dad took up so much space and is so hot that I have to be on mom's side cause she is small and leaves cool spots. 

The next thing I know, she is hovering over me and I hear her telling dad "this is ridiculous!  Both of you have been in bed less than 5 minutes and BOTH of you are dreaming, twitching and moaning in your sleep!"  Dad an I just laid there....I mean...we hear her and everything but it is way better to just pretend you are asleep and let her calm down on her own.  Puppies know about sending out "calming signals" - mom has a whole book on them. . . 

I gotta go.  It seems mom found out that I tore a big hole in my bed and pulled out all the foamy stuff and now she is saying stuff very quietly and marching around the kitchen picking up what looks like a foam factory tragedy.  Time for a nap - hope you have the best day ever!   

xox - Ardie the Shredder Strikes Again