The monster that comes at night....

It comes at night, after dinner or after a shower, when I play with mommy. It just hoovers over my face and wants to grab my nose. It's the hand monster!!!

It scares me sometimes.....

and I try to figure out if I should attack it......

.... and when I am really brave, I do:

And after victoriously defeating the monster and mommy rewarding me with my good-night-treats, I dream of attacking an even bigger monster next time.

Me and Tricks and Treats

Me and my "costume". I don't tolerate a whole outfit.

Don't trust the picture! It is all show! Don't even think for a second that I really went trick-or-treating today or that I was allowed to eat any of the treats in the bucket. I was bribed, lured, they tricked me! First mom put the stupid neck tie on me and put me on the purple rug, then she put this deliciously smelling bucket full of wonderfulness next to me, gave me a treat and said "Come on, Ellie, who's a pretty girl, who's a pretty girl?!"

Pretty girl my tail!! Promise me food and I do anything, but put a pile of deliciousness right next to me and only give me one shabby treat? Excuse me - who is the star of this blog? Shouldn't the star be kept happy?

But no, apparently I have lost my girlish figure and have gotten a bit chunky. So only limited treats for me. I am telling you, diet sucks! And the Holiday Season is just about to begin. I hope by the time they put that turkey on the table I am allowed to indulge again.

Anyway, I might try to sneak out tonight and do some trick-or-treating myself. I mean, if I showed up at your house, wouldn't you give me a treat?

Happy Halloween!

Ellie

P.S.:  These are my friends Kiki and Khaki from Florida who sent me their Halloween pictures. Why don't you send me yours?

Arrgghhh!!!!

Faie - from Upstate New York! First to respond!

Boot Camp

On my way to Boot Camp

You have probably been wondering what I have been up to these last couple of weeks. Well, it seems that my behavior around the house gave reason to put me in a Puppy Boot Camp for eight weeks. Mom and dad called it "Puppy Kindergarten", but there was actually no fun for me involved!

Once a week (during my normal dinner time!), they put me in the car (on a freakn' harness!) and drove me to Camp. It said "Happy Dog Training and Behavior" on the sign, but trust me, there was nothing happy in it for me. I was on a leash the whole time, was not allowed contact with the other inmates (mostly younger criminals, I was the oldest of the bunch) and the Camp supervisor, Ellen - who was actually really nice. but kind of strict! -, gave all the moms and dads instructions on how to torture us puppies with exercises as stupid as sit, down, come, no-pull-walking - I mean, I know how to do all of this, I just don't want to! Who wants to walk nicely on a leash if there is bird poop to sniff, grass to eat, cats and squirrels to chase and school buses to bark at. Serious!. I just wanted to play with the others. But no, we had to even practice this stuff at home for hours and hours. 

Me and mom at release from Boot Camp - or what they call "graduation

At least provision was good: They gave us steak, cheese, pork chops and even peanut butter filled bones!. Most of the time in Camp I didn't really pay attention to what the Ellen said, I just tried to figure out how to get to the food without the stupid sit, down, come thing.

Maybe that's why I was voted "Student of the week" only once - I must have done a great job with my "down" or something. That day, it was just so freakn' hot outside, it was better to lay down than to run after the other inmates.

Anyway, long story short. They released me from Camp - the humans called it graduation - I got a big milk bone and now I can go back to writing you more often.

Wait, what was that? I just heard I am going back for "Family Dog 1"?! What else can they teach me? Am I not perfect already?