Shout out to my Mommy!

Some of you may not know, but my Mommy is out of town. She left early Thursday morning and is coming home late Saturday night. I am having a boys weekend with my Dad. This is full of relaxing and watching sports. It is just not the same without Mom. I can't wait to see her. I miss her so much. I have been fortunate to talk to her on the phone though. I have talked to her on speaker phone with Dad. I get so excited when I hear her voice, I just can't figure out where it is coming from. It is magic!

Mom, I hope you haven't forgot about me.....because I have definitely not forgot about you. Come home so we can play, run, and cuddle. I have attached a couple of pictures of me and you so you won't forget my little face.

Love you Mom!

My New Morning Game

I am not a fan of being sent to my room when my parents have to work. And I will do everything in my power to avoid being sent to my room.

One of the first things I will do is run and hide under the dinning table. It usually takes them a couple of seconds to find me down here. Once they finally locate me it is on to my next spot.





I will slip out one of the cracks between the chairs and run and nuzzle myself in the corner between the wall and the door so that they can't pick me up and force me to move.





Once they finally coax me out of this corner and I start heading down the hallway toward my kennel I have a secret plan up my sleeve. At this point they think I am going to be a good little boy and go right into my kennel. Well Mom and Dad, jokes on you. I am going to juke left and jump up on your guys' bed and snuggle up on your pillows. I now look so cute that they won't want to put me in my kennel for the day.




But unfortunately my freedom on the bed ends and I get placed in the kennel for the day. But this is ok, because I know Mom and Dad love me and will be home to see me, and play with me, and feed me, and pet me, and cuddle me.




And in the end, I am really the one that wins. Last night Dad went and bought me a nice big bone to chew on. I got my parents wrapped around my little paws.

Feeding Frenzy...........Or Mealtime Torture

What they thought would be fun and entertaining was a really annoying dinner for me. Took me about a half hour to eat my dinner. What's with that Mom & Dad?!?!

Life is so Precious

To most people this looks like a tiny twig. It can float in water, fly when it is thrown, but it can also take a pup to the vet on an emergency visit (you may notice the red blood on the right side of the stick).

Yesterday when my Mom and Dad came home my Dad took me out to go play fetch with my cool glow in the dark ball. We tried to stop by our normal spot but for some reason there were kids playing soccer on the field. We had to go with Plan B......The Ballard Community Center Fields. This is a much bigger area but has more things that I get distracted with (people walking across the fields, sticks, rocks, etc.) After fetching the ball about five times distraction started getting the best of me. So many sticks to choose from that I can pick up and run around the field with. I found the perfect stick and began chewing it and it broke in pieces pretty easily, which led to an uh-oh moment.

I started gagging and dry heaving and pawing at my mouth. My dad reached his hand in my mouth to try to pull it out. This led me to throw up a little but that still didn't help. This thing was still lodged in my mouth. We decided to run home, hoping mom would be there to help and to examine the problem in better light.

At home Dad was able to see the problem. This stick (pictured above) was wedged in between my teeth at the roof of my mouth. I couldn't get it out. I have no thumbs! So Dad opened my mouth and began to tug at it, but this hurt and I accidentally bit him (sorry Dad). So there was nothing left to do. I thought I was going to have this in my mouth forever. After a quick phone call to Mom, we came up with the solution, The Vet! I was a little nervous about this idea. I thought this would result in me having to wear a cone around my head for 10 days.

Once we got to the vet it only took about 3 minutes in the back room before they had removed the stick from my mouth. I felt so much better. What a pain that was. I am so thankful for all of my Dad's efforts. He saved my life!


Here is a picture of me at home checking out the thing that created so much annoyance and pain for me. It looked so good that I wanted to chew it up again.

And below is me recovering with my Mom. Mom's always know the best way of making me feel better.

My Mornings

When my parents have to work we have a normal routine in the mornings. My Mom and Dad alternate days on who has to get up with me, take me potty, feed me, and take me potty again. I guess I didn't realize I was this high maintenance. Oh well, it works for me. No complaints here. On some mornings when they are getting ready I like to jump in bed and try to look my cutest in hopes of them staying home with me. Today I tried to hide from them so I could be a free pup and hangout all day.

Full body shot. Tried to get my whole body under the covers so they couldn't find me. My tail gives me away every time.

Almost all the way under the covers.

I have been caught!

After being found I met Mom in the kitchen. She gave me a pep talk about the day. Told me everything would be alright and that they would be home as soon as they can to play. I love my parents.

My First Operation

My first operation took place when I was only 5 months old. It was time for me to get neutered. My folks were big fans of Price is Right and Bob Barker's famous tag line at the end of his show ("And remember folks, have your pets spayed or neutered."). I went into the Vets office with no idea what was about to take place. I had so much energy in the morning. I was going on a field trip and was not spending the day at home in my kennel. Well, it was a field trip alright. One that left me completely wiped out.

At the vet I got puppy drugs that made me feel really good. The vet lady called me a light weight. I am still unsure as to what that means. I just knew that I was flying. I was having lots and lots of fun until I had this plastic cone placed around my head.

This thing was sure obnoxious. My parents thought I was so cute in it. But I couldn't get from Point A to Point B without running into something or knocking something over. It was so uncomfortable and unpractical. And the worst thing is I had to wear this thing for 10 days until my sutures dissolved. This was the worst 10 days of my life.

Graduation!!!!

Before I get into this post, I want to apologize for my absence on filling you in on my life. I have been suffering from writers cramp the last few days. It is extremely hard to type when you have no thumbs, or fingers that can move independent of one another. But this post is dedicated to my education. My parents thought it would be a good idea to get me into puppy school as a young lad so I could learn some good behaviors. After taking the class I would have to agree with them. I learned several different things at school.


This picture is of me on my way to my last day of school aka Graduation. I am not sure if you can tell by looking in my eyes, but I was a nervous wreck. I knew I had to bring my "A" game to get my diploma. I was doing extremely well in the following subjects: Sit & Lay, Stay & Come, Walking on leash, and not getting too excited when people approach me. By the sounds of this I sound like a 4.0 student. Well I did have a flaw. I was a big bully during puppy play time. I didn't like other youngsters getting all up in my business when it was play time. During these lessons I mostly heard, "No Flynn," "Too bad," or "That's enough puppy play time." And during these sessions I spent most of my time being picked up by my teacher until I calmed down. I just didn't understand how I could be failing Play Time. But thankfully as time went on I slowly and surely got better at this subject. And the amount of times of me being picked up by my teachers or owners decreased significantly. I think I got by with a minimal passing grade in Play Time.


Well during this last class I thankfully got my act together and did receive my degree. My parents were so proud of me. Looking back at it, I was pretty proud of myself. I went into this grade being the smallest kid in school. And graduated being one of the bigger pups in my class. And during this growth spurt of mine, I also matured and got my degree. Now I can get a job, and start earning some money to put food in my dish and toys in my box.






But lets be honest...... I am still a pup and still go back to my silly puppy behaviors. It was just so tempting with my folks waving my diploma in front of my face. I just wanted to take a bite of it.