Games We Play

Well, it's true. I can not live without Annie. Not even for a few hours. I don't know what to do with myself when she's gone. 

Today she went to the groomer. Here's why:


Okay, she doesn't look too bad. Mom's just brushed her.

This is how she looked when came home: 



Dad will call her a foo-foo dog.



Is it my imagine or does Annie have an eyebrow raised? At me????

Here's why we're both exhausted this afternoon.

This game is called "I've got it and you don't!"

This game is called "I'll eat your face!"

         

This is just a good old wrestling match--and I'm winning!

This is called "I got here first. I rule!"

 

This is how it should be. Annie really does rule.



I'm glad she's back. Now to bark at the garbage truck!
Bye!
 Love ya!

Layla

Soccer Might Be My Sport

Heel.

Mom missed her writers' meeting this morning. She was disappointed. She thinks her headache means spring has sprung in Spring, Texas. My theory? We had better things to do.

 

After her Advil kicked in, Mom and Dad piled Annie and me in the van and we went to Meyer Park, where the spring soccer season has kicked in. (Kicked in, get it?) 

My human sisters and brother used to play soccer. Mom coached three different teams--two at the same time--and Dad used to ref (blow a whistle!) every single Saturday in the fall and spring. I have problems with loud noise and soccer noise scares me. Mom says she used to make LOTS of noise. I'm glad I hadn't been born yet.

Waiting for Annie. I won't go anywhere without her.



Ahhhh... much better. Annie, you lead the way.



So that's a soccer field, eh?



Hello? Big empty field! Anyone got a ball?

The park was full of big people and little people. Most of them ignored us. This thing called soccer really captivates them, I guess. I mean, if you can resist two cute dogs walking by, you are clearly glued to whatever's going on. So soccer, I figured out, is played by kids wearing colorful shirts and shorts.

The kids chase a big white and black ball all over a big rectangle of grass. They yell a lot. Especially when the ball lands in one of the nets at either end of the field.

The parents stand on the white lines and scream and shout at them and make fools of themselves while the refs wave and blow their whistles. Yeah, not a big fan of the noise.

I plan to try some of the things I saw the kids with the ball when I remember where I hid my tennis ball. Soccer could be my sport.

I noticed some canine spectators. Maybe we could form a team, but I think there needs to be a rule: No yelling allowed. And leave your whistle at home.

Have a great weekend!
Love ya!
Layla 

I'll be on the blue team, okay?





Annie Needs a Haircut

Hi, everybody!

Annie and I are just hanging around on this sunny Friday. We've gone holly berry hunting, barked at the yard crew next door, chased each other around the trees and eaten a paper cup. It's a good day's work in my humble opinion. 

I think Annie needs a haircut if you ask me. I guess Mom's been waiting for the weather to warm up but, I'm telling you, I can't see Annie's eyes anymore. If I can't tell she's snoozing, I am not going to leave her alone. Just saying. 

I've decided today is picture sharing day. Mom doesn't take enough of pictures, you know.

So here you have my tail. My tail and I will be six months old on Sunday. I understand the following day is Valentine's Day. Maybe that's why Mom photographed my tail on the red plaid blanket. I love giving kisses. Does Valentine's Day include kissing?

Valentine's Day is about romance? Love? Like the way I love stealing Annie's food?

I hear that the day after Valentine's Day is my boy's seventeenth birthday. He's awesome. I'm sure Mom will take our picture together.  

Here's another picture, me with Annie today. Who's the little dog now???? Who? Who? Who? Who?

Mom is pleased with all my tricks. I'll be honest. I'm better at tricks than Annie. Stuff like: Stop. Sit. Wait--which is a tricky one--I get mixed signals on that. Shake. Lay down. Go get it. Up. I'm very talented, and Mom really needs to embrace that and reward me big-time. I just love those Pupperonis, and I'm pretty sure they are about five inches long NOT half an inch long. You know what I'm saying. 

Doing tricks is one thing, but eating--I  mean--reading books is another. Books aren't very tasty--I ate one once. The whole reading thing? I don't have much patience for that. And this wasn't the most exciting article in the world. What's up with all the politics in Egypt? If we're talking Egypt, archeology is more my cup of tea. Bury something and let me find it!

Love you!
Layla