Today is Thanksgiving….my first Thanksgiving. We had lots of people in my house so being a good girl was really tough! Everybody in my family loves dogs of course. (I don’t think mom or dad would let them in if they didn’t!) I had that going for me. So I was a hit. I think the whole family was counting how many items of food I stole, knocked over, or at least got a really good lick on!! I did great!!
Lets see……I ate all of Noahs Fruit snacks (he’s 3, it was way too easy!) Most of Emi’s cookies (another 3 year old, enough said) Rhys Potatoes (He gave them to me, I swear) A dish of kielbasa (too close to the edge of the counter, not my fault) a good lick of moms chocolate pie (I saw her look at me, again not my fault) A pair of headphones (they left them out, how was I supposed to know) My brother Milo (I do that every day) Grandmas crackers (She gave them to me, that’s what she said anyway, shhhhh!) Grandpas shrimp (I just jumped right up and stole it before he could eat it, very sneaky of me)
That’s just the items they caught me eating. If I ever fessed up with everything I did today…..oh boy! Both Grandmas said Im just a puppy, its not my fault. They said that a lot today. And Uncle Bill carries dog bones in his pockets, so following him around all day is again not my fault!
So, Happy Thanksgiving from one big oaf! A lot bigger now after eating all of the things I normally don’t! (yeah right!)
So Mom thinks Im a tornado in the house! I guess she’s right. I knock over kids, other dogs, even mom! Furniture and toys, get out of my way. Mom thought playing outside and getting some “energy” out would do the trick. Not so much. I come in and bring I the leaves and dirt AND then proceed to knock everything down. So I guess that’s not the answer. Unfortunately mom did some research (I HATE when she gets on that computer and gets answers to all of my “issues”)
She got some silly bell, a Christmas bell and tied it to my collar. And I am VERY unhappy about this. I swear some elf is following me ringing a bell. I am constantly looking behind me thinking I will catch him, but no elf. Just my tail. I think mom is losing her mind and bringing me with her!!
She said it will calm me down a bit. I beg to argue about that. Im a puppy still, I may be over 70 lbs already and full of drool and have disaster written all over me, but Im still a baby!!
Mom says that’s all fine and dandy. Drool she can deal with. Food out of my dish all over is ok too. Some things knocked over, ok. But when I ate all of moms papers in her office I think I went a bit over board. Hence this crazy bell!!!
And you know what, mom is right!! It works!! Yipeee for her, boo for me. I am calmer, I am more aware of what is around me. I go slower in the house because you know that little elf is somewhere….and Im gonna catch him!!!
I burned my paw. I decided I was going to jump up to see what was on the hot stove…..EVEN though mom and dad told me not to. They said I would get burned…..they said I would have to go to the vet and that it would be really bad…….and I did it anyway!!
So, this is day three! I don’t have any blisters or skin off of my paw but it hurts REALLY bad. I am limping around (have you seen a Great Dane limp??? Not good!) and need extra attention. Thankfully my girl is training to be a vet, even though shes only 8! Shes really good at it. She puts nice cold ice on my tootsie lots of times each day and then rubs a soft cream on it. Its got stuff in it to help the pain and I can lick it and not get a sick belly!! BONUS!! Its a win win.
Well, I think if you get hurt you should be treated a little extra special. So extra food and treats, sleep with my mom and dad in their bed. You know, the whole nine. This morning I broke my dog dish to start the day because I flipped it over….just checking to see if there was maybe a few bites that were hidden underneath. Mom wasn’t all that happy. Then, I broke the top off of my dog treat jar!!! Like I said, extra treats!! (She only gave me one and I should get at least 4 or 5…right???) Well, she wasn’t happy again. Im on a roll!!!
Since its only 10:30 in the morning, mom said that if I break anything else Ill have to pay for it. BLAH…..I have no money. Ill probably have to break my boys piggy bank to get some. Ive been eyeing it up for weeks!!!
Mom said this is called CHAOS!!! I think its fun!!! Vacuums are running, kids are screamimg and laughing, dog jumping from couch to couch!! I think this is the good stuff!! AND its raining which means a muddy floor. It only gets better…..sorry mom!!!
So my mom thinks she is the “queen” of giving us all baths (like it or not!)
My brother, he’s really easy. He just gets picked up and plopped into the shower with my girl or boy and has no say in it. He really doesn’t complain but Im pretty sure he would growl if he knew how to!! haha!!
My sister, well she does whatever anyone wants. So she jumps right in the first time mom or my girl or my boy asks. I mean really, who does that?? No hesitation, just right on. Trying to be a kiss up I suppose.
Not this girl…..Im a fighter. Mom thinks we all are going to be easy, go with the flow. Nope, I protest. Im not going in the bathroom if I have the slightest feeling of “bath time”. No way. And the bath tub, what a joke. I can jump out of there in a flash so mom is not even trying it. I hear her talking to dad or on the phone about me….she thinks she has the upper hand. Yeah right mama!! The shower, well she USED to get me in there….until I toppled the 60 lb mark. Im not playing in the water, Im not going to get all suds in my hair…Im not even going behind that glass door….without a fight!!! So tonight, I have proven my point. My boy wont even try it (and mom isn’t going to let him anyway I suppose) My dad doesn’t really get into the “dog bath” thing unless mom is moaning and groaning about it. My girl wants to so badly….because she is just like mom, Wants to prove a point of her own. Tonight was a win in my corner. Marla defeats the house at bath time. I pushed that door open lots of times, got so much water on the floor it was funny and took off through the house like a crazy dog….crazy wet dog!! I bet it will be awhile before she tries to shove me back in there! I give it at least a week!! And when its time Im going to be bigger and stronger and fight way harder…because Im a Great Dane and Im a Winner. Ill keep you posted!
I finally did it! Mom said it was coming and it came. It was the day I ate my girls shoe. I swear I didnt mean it. It was shiny and pink (my favorite color of course) and it was just sitting there. On the stairs. Ready to be put away. But, I was faster and I got it. I chewed it right up and even with slobber and only half left, it was still shiny and perfect to me!!!
That’s not how my girl saw it. Oh no, she cried and was really mad. Not at me because she said it wasnt my fault (although I was the one who ate it??? Shoulda been my fault) She was mad at herself, she said she should have put it away. I don’t think that would have been too much fun. Then there would be no shiny shoe to chew.
So now there isn’t much left to chew. Except silly dog toys which aren’t as shiny as pink shoes. But mom said its a good learning lesson. Not for me, because I see it like this……..I learned that I must be faster than my family….chew faster and steal faster!! That’s the lesson I learned! Next time I will get the whole shoe, not just half!
Mom and dad are pretty cool. They let us pretty much have the roam of the house. Mom says that a person shouldn’t have a dog if they cant treat them like family. So that means we can sleep on the couches (occasionally pushing my boy and girl out of their space), play in the playroom (sometimes we steal things from the toys bins that are clearly not ours)and get lots of baths in the bathtub (that is not something we would be doing if we had a choice).
Now that leaves bedtime. My little brother has his routine all set. He sleeps with our girl for the start of the night and then under mom and dads covers for the rest of the night! I don’t think mom or dad tell him no concerning much of anything. What Milo wants, Milo gets. I would say that means he is spoiled.
As for my sister, well she is working at bedtime. She really doesn’t sleep all that much. She spends the night hours pacing or checking on the kids or staring out the windows. So she sleeps, well I don’t even know where she sleeps. Around I guess.
As for me, well the dilemma has begun. I would like to sleep with mom and dad. But they wont let me. They do this “teaser” thing where for a few hours I can rest in their bed. They try and get me all sleepy and then carry me to my cage. YUCK! I don’t want the cage thing, I want the bed. I like the bed. So I cry and fight and act like, well like a baby! Because I am!!! Mom says when I am bigger and don’t have accidents on the floor I can sleep in their room. I cant wait because this cage thing is not working for me. I will keep you posted because I am really working on them (I might be making some headway, but don’t tell! Our secret!)
Today was super fun!!! I got a blue tail! Yup, I look like a smurf!
Mom decided to paint the wall in my boy and girls playroom. I decided to rub against that newly painted wall (more than one time of course!) and I look fabulous!! Mom said that along with my blue tail, I also have a sticky head from Marla, so I look like a sticky Smurf! Matty made it out alive today, no sticky head and no blue fur. So I don’t think she will be headed to the bath tomorrow. I bet I will, and I am not happy about it! Serves me right mom said! And Marla is safe too. She wasn’t even allowed down in the playroom. Mom said shes like an elephant and would most definitely knock the whole paint can over. She wasn’t even worried about paint on her tail, more like paint all over the rug!
So, tonight I will dream of shampoo and suds and all of the things I hate the most. Sweet dreams world. Boo
I was named after my big brother Marley Bee. I never got to meet him but I know that my kids named me Marla because they still miss him an awful lot! I hear he was pretty amazing and I wish I could have played with him.
Mom got him while she lived away after college and they were very best friends. Mom rescued him from a shelter in downtown Buffalo. Everywhere she went, Marley went. Mom says he was part dog and part person. That’s really cool. And then when Mom and Dad got married he was their first baby! He was everybodys best friend, and really smart too!! I heard that he didn’t even have commands that were words, just hand signals. ( I hope I can figure out the words someday, that would be a good start!!)
When my girl came home from the hospital Marley gave her the first lick! Wow! He was 15 years old when he went to doggie heaven and they tell me he had a really good life. I bet he did. Mom and dad cried a lot when he left and my girl and boy still cry sometimes when they look at his pictures. But mom says that its good tears, good memories and good feelings.
Now that I am named after him I have pretty big paws to fill. Right now I am working on not chewing socks from the clean laundry basket and going to the bathroom outside (every time) That’s a tough one. I am pretty impatient!! I can sit and give my paw but only for a cookie. Hey, baby steps, its a work in progress. Im only a baby (50 lbs of baby)
Someday I will protect my boy and girl and not slobber on my little brother. Someday, but for now Im cool with being clumsy old me. Knocking over furniture (and kids) with my tail and jumping on the table and going to the bathroom right in front of the door (I try to get outside, I swear I do!!) I love to sleep with mom in bed when dad is at work but she says not for long. I already take up more than half. I think its a good sleeping situation, but mom doesn’t seem too thrilled!!
Like I said…..Its all a work in progress! Happy Saturday everyone! I have a big day….a football game and a baseball game to attend! Woo hoo….free hot dogs here I come!
Wow, its really raining out today!! That means we get to stay in the house and make mom crazy!! No running after little kids on their bikes, no running away from mom (that’s my sister Marlas doing!!) No digging in the dirt……
So, instead while mom was dropping off my boy and girl at school, we decided to tag team the garbage AND the morning dishes. Now, let me say….mom is usually really good about turning the garbage around backward to face the wall. That’s because Matty loves to rip it apart. I of course never get into trouble..(sure) But today she left it facing forward!! JACKPOT!!! And, my boy and girl always put their dishes in the sink, except for today!! JACKPOT #2!!
Now, here is what it looked like when mom came home…..picture this….dishes with syrup from waffles on the floor. Syrup on the floor too. Woo Hoo!! Sticky faces and paws everywhere. Garbage can closed because we have one of those fancy shutting tops. Doesn’t stop us. There are three of us, one to hold down the foot thing, one to hold up the top and one to yank out everything. Pretty great system. Mom says shes going to video tape us to see who really is the bad doggie (I don’t believe her).
Mom is mad at all of us now. No cookies, no tickles on the belly….yeah yeah….we have heard that one before mom!! Idle threats Idle threats!!!
OK, So mom wants us to help her decorate outside for fall and Halloween. Sounds good to us, except for the fact that her idea of decorating and our idea are TOTALLY different. She hangs, we pull down. She puts the mums just right and we knock them over. She thinks that Scarecrow will stay where she put it but we have no intention of leaving it there. Its a lot of fun, to us anyway. We can see how frustrated she is getting but that wont stop us. OH NO, we want the cars driving by to watch her running around the yard after us. Its actually quite a hoot!! And when they beep as they go by, we did our job. Everyone is looking at us now, not because of the pretty fall decorations but because mom looks like a fool with leaves in her hair and sticks stuck to her shirt, wailing her arms. We all split up and head in three different directions. Oh how we love decorating for fall!!!
By the way, if mom reads this, we did it because you dress us up in these costumes and take too many pictures!
The crazy crew of dogs