Anyway, we went to the park. It was nice and I got to run around without my leash on and play with the other dogs. There were lots of dogs there. Maybe four thousand or so. My folks said it was closer to twenty or thirty though. All I know it was a lot. They were running all over the place. Some where getting chased by their humans, others were chasing after their humans. I didn't know what was going on.

They had this little pond with a stream that ran into a giant pond. We mostly played in the little pond.



Lots of dogs jumped in but I watched from the edge and chased them around the water.

Sometimes I just chased other dogs and pretended that they were sheep. I guided these two back into the water because I made it their home. I don't know if sheep live in the water, but today, these did.




 See, here they are back in their home.



After I sent them home I went by the side of the pond and posed for my folks and let them know I am a good shepherd dog.


I think I pose pretty good.

There were all kinds of dogs there. Here's a picture of Tristan chatting it up with some bigger dogs. One of them was a Great Dane. He was probably the biggest dog there all day.



Here's the smallest. I think the little guy was probably too small to be here, but his folks wanted to show him what this place looked like I guess.



At the end of the day there was a little excitement. Mom and Dad and Tristan were all sitting at a bench chatting with a few other people they had met before at the dog food store. They had this little pug named Gimli that I had seen before too. Anyway, suddenly this big Akita comes up with a few other dogs and growls at Tristan and goes for him. There was this giant fight that Dad got into the middle of. All I saw was lots of teeth and lots of growls and barks. It was pretty crazy. I jumped in and snipped at the Akita's feet and helped my big brother out. That guy should know better than to mess with Chubs with me around. Everyone was okay in the end, though Mom and Dad were mad at the Akita and his humans.

Anyways, we went home after that. It had been a long day and I was a bit tired. There is only so many Sheep a german shepherd can take back to the pond in one day!

Once Mom and Dad got home from work, we got to go to the Vet. I was finally gonna get my bandage off, and I didn't have to wear that stoopid cone, no mores. I was tired of looking like a flower dog.

Anyway, we got to the Vet and I got weighed again. I am up to forty-five pounds now. That's another five pounds since last week. My folks have slowed me down on food a little bit, but now they are exercising me more so I'm starting to get big and strong like Chubs.

Doctor Kendrick snipped my bandage off and wrinkled her nose. She said I had a smelly paw. I think her paw would be smelly too if it had been wrapped up in a bandage for three days with bunches of medicine and toes. She said for my folks to get some baby powder so it wouldn't stink so much. Other than that I was good to go home.



My folks had to roll the windows down in the car on the way home. They said my foot smelled like rotten eggs and sewer gas. They were laughing but I got all alert and kept on the look out for aliens. Chubs once told me he smelt sewer gas before he was abducted. We made it home safe.

After we got home we were pretty tired. It's hard work keeping watch for aliens. Mom was tired too and she fell asleep on the couch next to me in the computer room. Maybe she has to watch out for aliens too.



I'm glad I don't have to wear my cone no mores.

Yep, I got it, the Cone of Shame. It's in the most girly color ever. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.

One day, when you are relaxing, drinking a cold human drink with crunchy ice and watching TV, and suddenly I walk up to you and bite you in the butt for no reason, well this is the reason. Remember not to point and yell at me, or frown at me, or grump at me. I owe you. 



My doctor said I had to wear one for like three days. Three days is a very long time in puppy time. It's at least four days human time, or possibly more. It's a lot.

When I'm wearing it I bump into things. Like couches, and chairs, and table legs, and door frames, and doors, and tv stands, and my folks, and Chubs, and plants, and the coffee table, and the kitchen counter, and steps, and even the floor. It is not very fun. My folks don't think I notice, but they look sad when I do it. I try not too, but I still have big puppy feet and sometimes it hard walking even if I don't have a cone on my head. But I don't want them to be sad so I try hard.

Here is me drinking water outside. I bumped into my water bowl too.


Sometimes when I'm drinking water like this, and I look up and see the sky is pink, and the house is pink and even my dad is pink i laugh a little because they look a little funny.

When Mom comes home she takes it off of me so I can play and run around like normal. But I gotta put it back on at bed time. They don't want me to chew on my bandage and make me ouchie again. I'm not so sure, but I guess I should wear it and listen. My parents love me lots and take care of me.

Even if they are pink sometimes.

I forgot to mention that a couple other things happened yesterday. One is when I was at the Mardi Growl, I got a microchip, just like Chubs has in him. So we are both cyber-dogs now. I'd like to think I'm the younger and more advanced model.



But if you notice my foot, you'll see one of them has a bandage. You see, when Chubs was being attacked by aliens the other day, I decided to come to his rescue and set him free. It was hard and many were wounded, including me, but we made it out.

My folks also said that my claw was probably stepped on or got caught on something during Mardi Growl, since that's where they noticed it was hurt. I think it was still the Aliens.

Anyways, my claw was bleeding lots. It stopped yesterday and seemed to be okay, but when Chubs and I was playing today, it started bleeding again and I left little blood marks on the living room floor, and my Mom got worried and decided to take me to the doctor. The doctor said it was cracked pretty bad and they'd need to give me some drugs tomorrow and then trim it when it didn't hurt. I told them that I could tough it out, and that if I looked bad, they should have seen the aliens, but she just petted me and smiled.

She bandaged me up, gave me some pills and told my folks they would see me in the morning.





After my toe got a little red from bleeding, I was given a new name, Crimson Claw. It is my new super-hero, super-spy, evil-villian, or american-indian name, which ever I might need the soonest. I hope it's not the American-Indian one, because it would probably mean we aren't fighting giant robots, and are probably only watching Dances with Wolves.

We went to the Mardi Growl today. It was pretty neat. There were lots of dogs and no cats. There were big dogs, little dogs, skinny dogs, round dogs, furry dogs and even some dogs that couldn't walk, but had these cool wheels that helped them run around.



I heard there were over seven hundred dogs there. At least that's what people said, I didn't count them or anything. Though I should have, I was there for almost three hours. It was fun!

Me and Tristan, I mean Chubs, got our picture taken by lots and lots of people. They kept on saying how beautiful we looked and talked to Mom and Dad about us. Tristan acted like he had done this before and started howling at people and making them stop and laugh.

When we were walking around Tristan found Elvis. He was sitting outside a cafe watching people walk by. He didn't sing or anything, he was just watching.



We walked all day and got petted a bunch, like five thousand times, and we got about eighty seven treats, and we got to talk to all kinds of those dogs I was talking about.

We got a few pictures of us after we went out there too. Here's me and mom and Chubs and dad.




Okay, I'm tired now. Time for a nap. Ah Re-vores!

Yep, I think the Aliens got Chubs today. I went in the hallway tonight and saw a giant pile of fur and a red donut that looks like a mini-space ship. It did not really smell like an alien though. I would know an alien if I smelt one cause I have a good sniffer.

Okay.. looks like i'm getting closer to Chubs size. Went to the doctor today and they said I am now forty pounds. I was thirty-three el-bee's a couple weeks back. I guess that meant I weighted as much as thirty mexican bee's. I don't know if that is a lot or not. I guess not since they let me chomp so much.

I guess they still want me to get a little bit more chunky. Mom said it was because Dad wants to eat me for dinner one day. He is part Korean. I don't think he really would eat me, I lick him bunches.

Anyway here are two pictures.. me on the couch after the doctor (is hard work going to the vet).



And here is a picture of me back on January 25th, when you could see my Reebs. When everyone said I was too skinny like I had dogorexia. And I got a new shiny coat. It can pretty much reflect lasers.



Stop looking at my reebs dad, I am not tasty and good with BBQ sauce.

I watched football on TV with my folks. They seemed really interested in it, and even watched the commercials, even though they said they weren't that good. Football looked kinda cool, except I couldn't chase the ball, which made it kinda dumb. I don't know why you would want to watch other humans throw a ball when you could throw one and get me to chase it in the back yard.

Mom showed me one of her favorite websites today. It has lots of dogs doing lots of dog things. I thought it was pretty cool, though I think they kinda talk funny and make us dogs look a little dumb.





You can find lots of these here:

ihasahotdog.com

She says it's an oldie, but I think it's a goodie.

I have been sleeping a lot lately. Here are two pictures of me sleeping on the couch.

Sometimes I like to see what's under the snow. I dig it up and then find lots of grass. Sometimes I grab it with my teeth and pull it out into the sun. The sun and grass are friends so I like to help them see each other.


All in all, it's been a good month I think. January's are pretty cool.

Almost forgot. We got new dog tags. Me and Tristan. They are kinda cool. Mom and Dad got em off of this website called Rossi Pet Tags. You can choose several different kinda tags and metals and colors and fonts and shapes to make all kinds of stuffs. Here's what we got!

Everyday my Dad comes home from work at noon to feed me lunch and take me outside so I can do my business. Like pee and stuff. Stuff being number two. I just thought I'd mention that in case you didn't know what stuff meant. And by number two I mean poo.

Anyway, today I had a present for Dad. You see my folks had been spending lots of time rearranging the house and making sure I had plenty of room to play and making sure there's no places to hide or find things that could get me into trouble. Well I decided I'd redecorate my crate for Dad. You see the crate was a little boring. The cushion was flat. I decided to give it a custom look. What do you think?

Today we went for a walk at our local park. It's pretty big. It's called John Bynon Park. It's not even a mile from where we live. My folks tell me we are going to be coming here a lot so I can get used to seeing other people and other dogs. There is another park they said I will get to go to later where I don't have to be on a leash. That sounds like trouble.

Today we walked around the whole park and I got to bark at some people on bicycles and joggers and about a seven or eight other dogs. My folks said it was kinda cold or we would have seen more people and more other dogs there. It was pretty good for my first time there. I barked a lot but I just wanted to let people know I was here and that I saw them. I think after I get to meet more of them I probably won't bark as much at strangers in the park.

We stopped on a little wood bridge cause my dad wanted to take a picture of me and Chubs. We stopped and tried to be good dogs. I think Momma posed the best. She showed more teeth than us.


I kinda like how our eyes glow. It makes me think we look like alien dogs. I think it would be cool to be an alien dog.

Today Tristan (aka Chubs) showed me what the Kong toy was all about. I mean, the big red rubber chewy bee hive. When I first saw it, I didn't know what to think. Tristan was just chewing on the end of it. It didn't look like fun. It was too tough to break into pieces, and you can't make a mess with it, and no one seemed to be yelling at him for enjoying it as much as he did. Like I said, no fun. But I kept watching him.




Then the next day Mom and Dad got them out again and had one for me too. It was in the big silver box that has cold stuff in it. Momma held one in each hand and there was a hole in it. Tristan went right for it and started lapping up what was inside. I watched him some more and got some too.

Peanut Butter. Super Duper Cold Peanut Butter.

Tristan seemed to like it alot. I tried it and thought it was pretty good, but not as good as him I guess. There are far too many things for me to chew up like stuffed animal toys (like my Wubba) that I'd rather be chewing on.




What's my Wubba you say? It's my soft stuffed animal toy (also from Kong) that Mommy and Dad got for me when we met down in Georgia. It was my first toy. Tristan likes to take it from my crate and shake it in front of me to get me riled up. I usually have to fight him for it for a while, and then I take it back and put it up. I'm watching Chubs chew on it in the next picture. What's the big deal? Why does he got to take my Wubba? He has his own toys.




Here we are both on the couch sharing MY Wubba. I don't know why we have to share, because it's mine, but he is bigger than me so I guess he can chew on it too, for maybe about forty-three seconds tops. Then it will have to come back to me.

Dad stayed home from work on Monday to give me an extra day around the house with my paws free. I guess he wanted to make sure I was going to be okay. He took lots of pictures of me so they would have them of me when I was little.




The day was going pretty good. I was getting lots of attention, lots of food, and lots of time on what I've decided is my red couch, its the best place to watch TV in the house!

Then I got to go on a ride in Mom's car. We drove across town and I got to look out the windows at other cars. I felt pretty good cause not many of them had other dogs in them. I was pretty lucky.




Then we got to a new looking building (Asheville Hwy Animal Hospital) and went inside where there were other dogs and cats. That's when I realized I was at a vet! Oh Noes, it's a trap! That's where I was last week to get my bits snipped! After I figured that out I slinked around the vet's office like a panther. I don't know why I did that, but it was a good effect that caused a few people to wonder what I was up to.

Anyway, I got over it. Maybe this place would be better. I got to meet lots of people including an old golden retriever wearing a sweatshirt. He looked like he liked wearing it too. He walked around with his leash in his mouth.



Then I got to meet my doctor. She was very nice. Her name is Dr. Kendrick. She checked me over, made sure my stitches were good, and cleaned my ears out. She also checked my weight (I weigh 32 pounds). She said I was a little skinny, but I'd be fine on the food I was eating. She also checked my hind end. I'm not sure what she did back there, cause I couldn't see, but I did get a treat so it wasn't so bad.



They also gave my parents a couple kinds of medicine to make sure I turn out all fit and stuff. As long as it doesn't taste like dirt, I'll be fine.

My folks told me we were going to be back in two weeks to see how I'm doing and check my weight. Hopefully they don't check my hiney again, it wasn't my favorite thing. I like tasty food and being petted. Not hiney stuff.

I got to run around lots in the morning and afternoon in the backyard. Here are a few pictures of me strutting my stuff.





See, even with my giant paws, I can run fast:




Lost in the Jungle:




You can not resist my cuteness:




Look deep into my eyes... you are getting very sleepy.. you are under my spell. You will give me many many tasty treats.