The New Couch Sucks!

Back before Christmas, we got a new couch.  I was pretty excited hearing about how it would have room for more people to sit down and be more comfortable.  Nobody told me that it was a 'no dogs allowed' couch.  Apparently the old couch was leather and this new couch is something that attracts dog hair.  I don't see a problem with that.  I, personally, am covered in dog hair and I think that is just fine.  In fairness, the cat isn't allowed either.  But she gets a chair covered by a blanket to sleep on. 

Instead of telling you how this has changed my life, though, I thought I would show you pictures: 

Our life with the old couch.
 

Our life with the new couch.

Rocky with the old couch.

Rocky with the new couch.

Me with the old couch.

Me with the new couch.

Grama Visiting with the old couch.

Grama visiting with the new couch.
 

So do you see what I mean?  The new couch sucks.  I hate it and want to chew it to pieces.

Resi

Rocky

Sometimes I wonder about Rocky's past. We dogs can't really talk about about things like that between ourselves. We can communicate, but only about stuff that is happening right now. I watch him though and I think that his life before here wasn't very happy either. I doubt it was as violent as my past, because he is still pretty and perfect. No scars. But he does some funny stuff that tells me he had a tough time.

Mom says he was considered unadoptable because he was 'nervous'. He is a nervous nilly, that's for sure, but he is getting more confident every day. And he is very gentle with people, so I don't know why that would make him a bad pet.

He is jumpy like a horse. He startles when things surprise him...good thing nobody is riding him. And if someone, anyone, big or small, puts their hand over his head to pet him, even really slow, he cowers down like someone is hitting him. He tucks his tail when he is unsure of the people around him. When a lot people are around, he stays by mom. Of course he always stays by mom, so that's nothing new.

So I don't know, what happened to him to make him so nervous, but I'm glad he is doing better. Maybe he isn't so dumb, maybe he just doesn't know much yet. I heard mom say that he was in the shelter for a long time. I never spent much time in the shelter, I had a foster family after I healed up. So I don't know what life must be like in the pen, but I'm guessing he didn't have much chance to learn about the world.

Breedism

I am a victim of Breedism. It is just like Racism, except with dogs. I never even knew it. Mommy keeps me from seeing it most of the time. I don’t even know what a Pit Bull is, really. I always just thought it meant super cute, super smart dog with an extra wiggly tail and a big smile. But no! Apparently Pit Bulls are scary dogs! I can’t figure it out. I don’t try to be scary. I smile all the time.

Mom said in some places there are laws against owning ‘Pit Bull Type’ dogs or dogs even mixed with Staffordshire terrier (which, I think, also means Pit Bull). Dad says I’m not a Pit Bull. He says I’m way too small to be a Pit Bull. Mom says I probably have some in me because I have a bully smile. They don’t agree about this. Dad says I’m a Black Mouth Cur. Rocky is part Black Mouth Cur, so I’m not sure that could be true. Seems to me like Black Mouth Curs are pretty dumb.

Mom says the lady next door is scared of me because she is scared of Pit Bulls. That makes me feel even worse for biting her dog. I didn’t know. I like her fine. Just her dog coming in my yard was annoying me. Lots of times people cross the street when we are walking past them. I didn’t think anything of it, but now I wonder if they are scared of me too. Hardly anybody ever asks if they can pet me, but Rocky gets petted by strangers all the time.

I found out about breedism because when we were walking yesterday, we passed a family with children. Rocky LOVES children, so he pulled towards them (which he KNOWS is baddog). Mom let the children pet Rocky and I sat nicely behind mom waiting for our walk to continue. I don’t care about being petted by children. Then one of the children took a few steps towards me and her mom made such a terrible, scared face! My mom told the little girl, that it was better not to pet me, because I am scared of some people. And the little girls mom, fell all over herself to pull her little girl back. She tried not to let it show. Then she asked mom, with a very strange look on her face, like she had eaten something bad out of the kitty litter box, if I was a Pit Bull.

Mom explained that I was probably part Pit Bull, but that I had been abused as a puppy, so people scared me sometimes. Then the woman was nicer, because she doesn’t think dogs should be abused. Even Pit Bulls.

But when we passed them again, they crossed the street.

See how big I smile???? 

Work from home

I am soooooo confused. Friday mom said she was going to work from home. I was pretty excited to see what this work is all about, but it was no fun at all. All mom did was sit at her computer. For hours!!!! It wasn't very much different from 'home sick'. I still have no idea what is so great about going to work, but it must be completely different than working from home.

Here is a picture of what Rocky looks like during work from home.

Work

Work must be a super cool place.  Mom and Dad go there almost every day, so it must be really wonderful.  I'm guessing there are big computers and games and lots and lots of treats.  Maybe big fields to run around in.  I don't even know!  I wonder why dogs aren't allowed. 

Mom dresses up to go, so it might be too fancy for dogs.  Dad leaves really early to go, so it must be extra good for boys since he gives up a lot of sleep to go so early.  I wish I could go just once to see what it was like.  Then when we are home alone I could picture them at work and know where they are and it wouldn't be so scary. 

Reward

All is well. Mommy and dad are home. They were gone soooooo long, but we weren't alone. Dave stayed with us. We love Dave. Everything is back to normal now. We helped dad clean the house and hung out in the garage with him. We practiced 'wait' when mom got home. We got chicken for snacks.

We even got to go for a resolution today. Life is good.

Alone FOREEEVVVVEEEERRRRR

Mom left with a big suitcase and passports.

She's never coming back. Ever. I just know it!!!!! I'm allll alone!!!!! Forever!!!!!

Help me please!!!!

Send kibble!

Here is a picture of my mom....if you find her, bring her home. REWARD!

its rocky

hi its me  rocky.  resi and mum ar sleping by the pul.  resi tinks im so dum i cant evun red.  im not that dum.  i can red.  sure she smartr then me.  she real smart.  but im smart to.  is ok tho.  i don mind wut she tinks.  shes gud to me.   she plaz with me and stuff.  not as much as id like, but shes old and kinda chubby sos i get it.  she gits up on the bed to.  but not me.  im not aposed to, so i dont and she wudnt let me no how.  she gits to go lose in the car house to, but i wates by the door like a guddog. 

shucks, she aint gittin nutin over on me with this her bloggin stuff.  don't ya'll worry that my feelins gittin hert or nutin.   i no her.  she luvs me sumpin much.  she taut me lots.  sur sumtimes she tells me thinks to chu up are ok n i find out later she was foolin me.  but mostly thats al jus gud fun.

gotta go, shes astrechin her bones. 

ps i don talk funny but i do talk mor'n she do.  jus bein frendly.

rocky

dis wen resi sed books ar gud fun.  books ar truble.  im sum purty tho.

Mom's Sick

OMG!  (I don't even know what that means, but it seems appropriate.)  Mom is sick.  The only thing worse than mom going off to work everyday leaving me to sleep the day away while the "Rockstar" sleeps in his crate, is mom being home sick.  It is pathetic.  Seriously.  When she was first home, I was like, 'cool, mom's home.'  But then it turned out all she wanted to do was sit and read her iPad or a book or nap on the couch (ONTHECOUCH) and cough a lot.  First, the coughing interupted MY napping and the napping (ONTHECOUCH) means I can't get anywhere near a computer.  So my day when from pleasant naps and internet surfing to crappy naps and ... nothing! 

And Rocky...that little brown-noser... has to follow her all over the house as if she might get lost when she gets up to take a pee.  Right there at her hip, trotting along with her, making me look bad because I don't get out of the bed.  I know he does it on purpose. 

And our walks, which is obviously the same thing as a Resolution, came to a screeching halt.  Now the best we get is to sit outside in the garage while dad works out or layout by the pool during the day.  Rocky runs around the house like a maniac, going this way and that, thinking he is all cute because mom laughs at him.  So childish.  He doesn't even notice that making her laugh makes her cough more.  Dumb dog. 

She says she is going to work tomorrow no matter what.  I hope so.  This is sheer hell.  Mom needs to get it together so we can go on more resolutions and I can have my days at the computer back.  Uh oh...here she comes.....

It's been a long week....