Things I learned this morning:

Mommy's little helper - so I thought!

Good looks help a lot, but they don't help you get away with everything.

Here is what I have learned this morning:

• Helping with the laundry by picking random pieces out of the laundry basket is not appreciated.
• Chewing a telephone cable isn't the same as making a phone call.
• Digging a whole between the carpet and the wall and getting caught with sheet rock in your teeth is a no-no.
• Eating raccoon poop tastes like sh... and is not appreciated
• Drinking water out of the shower is frowned upon.
• Eating soap neutralizes the taste of raccoon poop but makes bubbles in your mouth.
• Chewing pieces of the human's Birkenstock results in being evicted from the walk-in closet.

Have to find new strategies. Maybe camouflage?  Should redefine "fun" as humans don't appreciate my approach.

Go Giants!

So there seems to be a little bit of trouble in paradise and all because of the Superbowl: My female human is a soccer fan. Soccer? Is she serious? 22 little guys with naked calves chase a little ball to hit a goal? I can chase a ball by myself, am much faster and don't need a goal. But it gets worse: My big human Steve is a Jets fan. Can you believe it? Gangreen?! I don't look good in green..

I am a Giants girl, as one can see on the picture. And who in my family chose correctly? The truth is in the pudding: Who's team is still playing?! Go Giants!!! I am going to take a nap now in preparation of the game. Need to focus on howling and stealing the appetizers later tonight. See you soon.

In bed with me

Guess how I ended up here!?

I clearly remember a conversation between my big human, Steve, and my female human, Sue, about that there was no chance in hell that I would ever sleep in the big bed. Yeah, sure. I can report today, that all that talking about "dog has to be crated", "puppy needs to learn to be by herself", "humans need privacy" was just human blabla. Six weeks into living with these folks and guess where this picture was taken!?

A little crying in the middle of the night when they let you out to pee at three in the morning and stuff you back in your crate, some whining right after they turn off the lights for the night - and in no time human Steve comes running, gets all lovey-dovey and, in an unsupervised moment, I run into the room with the big bed and start jumping up the blanket. I am telling you, it works every time. Just too bad that the humans take so much space. Have to figure out how to make it my own.