More on the Blog Photo’s

So after about 4 hours of trying to get the blog photo’s to not stretch their are only two that are semi decent.  So I think what we’re going to have to do for now is to upload them into the post and have a link for you to click on to view them until I can get this whole thing figured out better.

P.S. The “My first night in my new house I accidentally deleted when I was trying to fix the original photo.  That post is originally from last Friday morning.

My first night in my new house…..

So my first night in my new house was pretty good.  I stuck pretty close to my new human sister.  I guess I’m just more comfortable with females than I am with guys.  Well that is until you bring food into the picture.  My new dad brought home some subway and shared a couple of little tiny bites of roast beef with me and Shawna.  My new sister says that it’s hard to sleep when there are these eyes watching you from the edge of the bed.  I’m not sure what she means by that.  I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining things and that I really am in a new home.

I’ve got them trained!

Ok so when my big sister Jamie goes to work on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday I sit in her room and cry until my mom and dad go to bed.  Then I go sit beside their bed and cry until they pick me up and put me on the bed!  I’ve been doing this for the past few days and it works like a charm.  I’ll be honest….I prefer that they put me on the bed but I can get up there by myself if I have to.

I’ve got my big sister trained to take me for a walk every morning at about 7:40ish too.  That’s around the time she gets home from work and we go for a nice long walk to investigate my territory.  But it does kind of upset me when we come across people while we are walking and they don’t stop to pet me.  Am I not cute enough for them or something?!

Next Tuesday is a big day for me.  I get to go have my stitches removed AND I’m going to the groomer!  I’m a little bit “worried” about the groomer thing.  They say that I’m one of those dogs that will “come home with bow’s” in my hair.  I may be a girly girl dog but I can honestly say that I don’t ever remember having bows in my hair before.

P.S.  My big sister says that she’s gonna have to work on the blog pix on our other computer.  The one she’s using right now is “being difficult.”  It’s a work in progress.  Please keep checking back.