Everybody Loves Me!

Sometimes when I go sit on the Mommy's lap, she will pet me and say, "Manny, everybody loves you." I just smile at her and say, "Yeah, I know." Of course, everybody loves me. I happen to be one of the best doggies ever. I know because I get told I am all the time. I know because the Mommy tells me so all the time. That's how she is. If she thinks you are awesome, she tells you. If she doesn't....then she doesn't say anything.

I have to admit, though, the Mommy doesn't think I am awesome all the time.  Like, the time that I ate her favorite shoes, chewed up toys, ripped the couch, ate a bunch of candy and kept her up all night, made a dookie by the door...those were times she did not think I was awesome. When we used to live somewhere else, I would run down the street before she got me on the leash to visit some other dog friends. The Mommy would go chasing after me in her flip flops. Then, she didn't think I was too awesome, either.

She would always come get me, though, even when I was naughty. She would pick me up and carry me like a baby. I have to admit that I secretly liked it. That's why I would do it, so she would hold me in her arms. When we got home, she would tell me I was naughty and point her finger at my nose. Still, I knew that later that day I would be snuggling next to her in the chair.

When strangers come to our house, they don't love me right away. I like to bark at them and let them know that this is my territory. They need to know that this is my house, and I live here. Also, it is my job to protect the Mommy and watch out for my little sister, Mosie. I reward myself by laying on the couch in the living room. Even then, I get in trouble. The Mommy comes in the living room, and says, "Manny get off the couch." When I don't move, she says, "Manny, I can see you. You are not invisible." Then, I stretch and slowly get down. I want her to know that I know I'm not supposed to be there, but I'm not in any big hurry to get down, either.

The one who loves me the most, I think, is my little sister, Mosie. She is a pretty awesome doggie herself.  I love to play with her, and we take naps together and everything. The Mommy calls me an Instigator when I play with Mosie, though. According to the Mommy, I do things to get Mosie in trouble. I give the Mommy my cutest dog look like, "What? Would I do that?" The Mommy says, "Manny, I don't know what you are doing, but stop doing it." I can tell you that it's not all my fault. Mosie plays like she is little and has a little brain, but she gets us into trouble, too.

Every night, I go to bed being hugged and petted and knowing that I am loved. That's probably why I wake up every morning thinking, "Today is the best day of my life!"

Introducing Mosie Moiselle as a Guest Writer

Hi! My name is Mosie Moiselle. The Mommy came up with this name because she was trying to figure out a cute French name for me. She started thinking all kinds of French words. Then, she thought I was a Madamoiselle. Then, she changed it to Mosie Moiselle. My long name is Madamoiselle Mosie Moiselle. That's a lot of words for a little dog like me to remember, so I just go by Mosie.

In case you are wondering why I am writing on Manny's blog, it's because he is my brother. He said that I could write something. I think he really wanted me to do it so everyone can see how silly I am. I am a silly girl. I like to play and have fun.

One of my favorite things to do is prance around and show off my cute tail to everyone! I am part Pomeranian...and something else. The Mommy thinks I am a Pomchi, part Pomeranian and part long-haired Chihuahua. The vet told her she could get me DNA tested if she wanted to find out. She looked at me like maybe it was a good idea. I gave her my saddest dog eyes and batted my long eye lashes at her, like "Please, not another needle." This was right after the vet stuck a needle in my behind! It hurt, too! When I got home, though, I was all better and ready to play and play Chase with my brother, Manny.

I like Manny. He is a super cool big brother. I want to be just like him. Everything he does, I want to do. Like today, when we got our treats from coming from outside, Manny jumped up on the wall. After he did it, I did it, too. Then, the Mommy told us both not to do that any more. Sometimes, Manny does stuff just to get me in trouble. The Mommy calls him an instigator. Whenever I do something wrong, Manny sits there until the Mommy comes over and asks what is wrong. Manny tells on me with his little dog nods and while he is looking at my boo-boos. Sometimes, he won't even tell the Mommy I did something wrong. He will growl at me himself and tell me not to do that anymore. He usually chases me around the yard then until he catches me, then he gets right in my face and growls at me. It's like he is telling me, "We aren't supposed to do that."

I pick on Manny, too. When I get up in the morning and I am hungry, I make him wake up the Mommy and tell her it is time to eat. I do that by taking my little paws and batting him in the face. Other times I will start pretending I am going to eat his leg like a chicken bone. He does his half yawn, half yelp thing telling me to stop. I guess he thinks I am annoying some times. Then, he goes and tells the Mommy to get up and take us outside. I always go running full speed. Manny lets me run out halfway. I get halfway across the yard, and next thing I know Manny is running ahead of me. He beats me to the fence every time. He might be a lot older than me, but he is super fast. The Mommy told me that my brother, Manny, outran five big dogs at the park once!  They were all chasing him, and none of them caught him. They never mess with him, either. That's why whenever we go for walks, I walk right next to Manny. That way everyone knows he is my brother and that I am part of his pack.

Who Says I'm Old!

I am 10 years old in People years. That's 70 in dog years. I know some people think that's old. They think that when you get past 50 or even 60, then you have to slow down. Not me. I might be 70 in dog years, but I feel like I am the same age as my sister, Mosie, and she is 3 in People years. I can run just as fast and play just as hard as she can.

I remember the first time someone told me I was getting old. I think I was 7 or 8 back then. The Mommy took me to the groomer, and they made her sign a special paper saying she understood that I was a "senior" dog and that I needed special care. I was like, "Senior Dog! What!?" I didn't think I was a senior dog. I still felt like a puppy and looked like a handsome grown up dog on the outside. All the girl dogs and the People told me, too, how handsome I was all the time. In fact, I am still a great looking dog. I'm just getting a few more white hairs on my face.

The Mommy took me home from the groomer that day, and she told me I'm not getting old. She told me that I'm still the best doggie ever, and that we had a lot of fun years left together. That made me feel great! She always knows exactly the right things to say to make me feel better. Somehow, when she said that, I started to feel younger again, like I did when I was 4 or 5. When she walked me and other People asked how old I was, they would say I looked good for my age or how young I looked!

Photo by Jeanette R. Harrison

This year, I turned 10 years old. I have to admit that some days I feel older now. I like to take naps in the warm sunshine, and I like to sleep all day. Those are my hobbies. That's really not that different from before because I have always enjoyed taking big naps and laying in the sun. Even though I don't play with the People as much, I get to run and jump and play in my yard. I love it. I spent a lot of years having to be on a leash every time I went outside because we lived in a yard with no fence. Now, I know that the leash means something special like a walk or a car ride.

Last time I went to the vet, he told me I am getting older now, too. He says I have to take extra special care of my health. Still, he said that I look good for my age. Then, he gave me a shot in my behind! I felt my age on that one because my behind was sore for two days. I know that if I keep going this way and taking care of myself and napping and playing and having fun with my sister, Mosie, I will probably live a long life. I think I am going to live until 20. Some dogs live until they are 25! I have decided that I am not getting old, I am just middle-aged...and I have a lot of adventures left in me.

I Am So Busy!

Oh my goodness! I have had such a busy summer.  Who knew that having a new sister and a new house would take up so much of my time.  You see, I have to teach my new sister to be a good doggie for the people, just like I am.  I have to teach her my doggie ways and show her how to tell when she has to go potty, when she is sleepy, and when she is hungry.  I show her who the good people are and who the strangers are that we should bark at.  A few minutes ago, I was showing her how to get the stuffing out of the toys the Mommy bought us for being good dogs at the groomer.  The Mommy then taught her that was not a nice thing to do and put the toy away.

My new sister, Mosie, is a good dog, but she isn't as smart as me.  I think it's because she is so young. She is too busy playing instead of paying attention.  As soon as she wakes up in the morning, she wants to play with me.  Sometimes, I get grump with her because I just want to take a nap.  Then, I convince her that it is nap time, and we take naps together.  I show her the best blankets to sleep on.

We have all kinds of fun adventures together, too.  We play with our toys in the living room.  Then, we play tug of war with the toys.  The Mommy and the Daddy used to play that game with me, so now I am teaching it to Mosie.  We also play up and down the stairs and around the furniture.  We play that game until the Mommy says, "Dogs!" Sometimes, the Mommy will clap her hands and make a loud noise.  Other times, she will say, "That's enough!" I know that means for Mosie and me to go lay down because we are about to get into trouble. 

We have adventures in the yard, together, too.  One time, I found a nest of baby rabbits.  The Mommy made me leave it alone and go in the house.  She told me that I wasn't allowed to play with them or chase them until they were older.  I had other plans.  The People went on vacation, though, and took Mosie and I with them.  They took us to a place called a cabin at a lake.  It was camping.  In case you don't know what camping is, we went to stay in a really small house.  It had a kitchen and a living room all together in one room.  Then, there was a bathroom.  There was a bedroom for the Mommy and the Daddy and there was a loft, which is a bedroom up a ladder.  Mosie and I slept with the Mommy and the Daddy.  We went for lots of walks at the cabin.  That is how we went potty.  We had to be on our leashes all the time outside.  

The camping was pretty tiring, so my sister and I also took a lot of naps.  She likes to lay by me, and that's okay with me.  She is always a good girl when she is sleeping. 

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I Have A New Sister!

Hi everybody!  I have been super busy this month.  I got a new sister.  Her name is Mosie Moiselle. She came from a place called the shelter.  She was adopted by the Mommy and the Daddy.  When she first came to our house, she was really excited, but she also didn't feel good.  Right away, she had to get the spayed surgery.  She was sore and laid around a lot the first few days.  I thought, wow, the Mommy and Daddy got another dog who is good at napping like me.

Once she had her stitches out after the spayed surgery, I started seeing what she was really like.  She is  a lot of fun.  She and I play a lot.  I could play with her for hours.  I can hardly believe there was a time that I didn't have a sister.  I feel like it's my job to teach her the ways of our family and also to make her feel welcome.  She has been fitting right in, and we all love her a lot.

She and I share a lot, too.  I try to share my toys with her.  She will play with one end of my stuffed animal, and I will play with the other.  I try to play ball with her, but her mouth is too small to fit around it.  We run and play in the yard.  I think she is making me feel a lot younger.

Even inside, we play and do things together.  She eats out of my bowl, and I eat out of hers.  We know just how much the other dog needs to eat.  If we need to get the Mommy for anything, we both go together. She likes to be around the Mommy a lot, too.  I think it is because she and the Mommy are the only girls in the house.

Today, we saw a rabbit in the yard, and my new sister chased her out of the yard.  I think the rabbit was almost as big as Mosie!  It was exciting.  Mosie is kind of silly, though. She kept trying to chase the rabbit even after it disappeared under the fence.  After we were done playing, the Mommy took us in the house, and now Mosie and I are sleeping by each other on the couch.  I am so glad she came into my life!

I Love the Daddy!

The Daddy does so much for me that I don't even know where to begin.  This morning the Daddy got up and took my new sister and I outside to go potty.  Oh, did I forget to tell you?  The Daddy got me a new sister!  I have always wanted a sister and another doggy in the house.  Now, I have one.  Her name is Mosie Moiselle.  I'm not showing any pictures of her right now because she is wearing the cone.  She has to wear it because she had the spayed surgery.  I remember when I got neutered.  The Mommy and the Daddy took me to see the doggy doctor.  When I woke up, part of me was missing.  I still look for it sometimes.

I know the Daddy will be a good Daddy to my new sister, because he is a good Daddy to me. Before I went to the groomer, the Daddy used to clip my toenails.  I would sit on his lap, and he would clip them.  The Mommy wouldn't do it.  The Mommy would give me my baths, though.  The Daddy also takes me running once in a while.  I think that is why I am such a fast running dog.  When the Mommy and Daddy take me to the dog park, I can outrun almost all the dogs there.  The Daddy laughs and laughs.  I love to hear the Daddy laugh and to see him smile.  I will act silly sometimes just to see a smile on his face.  

Another thing the Daddy does is he protects me from storms.  Last night, there was a big, bad thunderstorm where we live.  It was so bad it broke some trees, and dogs know that trees are very strong.  When it was storming, I snuggled right up next to the Daddy.  He was calm and watching TV. Because he was calm, I knew that I was safe.  I know that with the Daddy and the Mommy around that I will always be safe from storms.  

One of my favorite parts of the day is when I wake up and see the Daddy's face.  He says, "Hey, Manny."  I pretend to still be asleep so that he will play with me.  Then, once he starts saying, "Manny, Manny" and rubbing my belly, I do my stretchies.  All of a sudden, I will jump up and say, "Hello Daddy and Hello World!"  I love waking up every morning and seeing the Daddy and the Mommy.  I also love it when the Daddy comes home from work, so I can tell him all about my day. I jump on him and run around the house to show him just how excited I am to see him every day.