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.

My Younger Days

This picture to my left was the first day I was with my parents. It was in the car on my way to my new home. At first I threw a fit, screaming and whining but I soon settled in and became very sweet. For the most part I am a good car rider. Once we hit the smooth freeways I fall right asleep. It also helps being wrapped in my Mom's arms.

To the right, is a picture of me and my mom cuddling. This is one of my favorite hobbies. I love cuddling with my folks especially on their bed or the couch. Unfortunately they are starting to crack the whip a little bit and I am not allowed on the couch as much. I hope things will change. I will just have to look extra cute. They will give in.

This picture on the left was me snuggling on my Dad's lap after my first meal. The food knocked me right out and I needed something comfortable to lay my head on. Thanks for being there for me Dad.

And finally this last picture is of me about to go do something mischievous after my parents have fallen asleep. It is so easy to wear them down. Then I get to take control of the house. I wonder what I am going to go chew on.

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

My parents think it is really funny to attach things to my collar where it is out of reach of my puppy beak. Little do they know, that when I get this object off of my collar I am going to rip it to shreds. Then the joke will be on them. (Sorry the video is a little dark)

Winter and Holidays

After lots of begging and pretending that I had to go potty (this works every time......I just go and stand by the door and look at it and they take me out. Silly parents) my Dad decided to take me out in the snow and let me run around and play. I mainly sniffed and ate the snow as it tasted so good. Of course I love the snow since I have an obsession with water too. I wish it could snow every day. The snow and winter really remind me of the holidays. I had a lot of holiday first this year. My first Halloween, Christmas, and New Year Eve. I am going to share a little bit of my holidays with you.





Technically this is not what I wore on Halloween. Mom and Dad tried to make me a ghost costume, but I was not having any of it. I was a young lad at the time and now I have matured into a more patient pup. When I was at Grandma and Granpa Yost's house they let me borrow Zoe's yellow submarine costume. I loved it.











Around Christmas time my folks decided to dress me up as a Reindeer. I was ok with this idea. I really wanted to be Rudolph (as he is my favorite reindeer) but we didnt have a red nose. So I went as Blitzen. This was great fun until they made me wear the t-shirt.






And the most recent holiday I got to celebrate was New Years Eve. I was really looking forward to it. I had my party hat on and was ready to rock. Mom and Dad dressed up in really silly costumes. I thought we were going to have a great time tonight. That was until I was put in my kennel at 9pm. And I fell asleep at 930 missing the entire countdown. Oh well maybe next year when I am able to stay up longer. Happy New Years everyone!