For the past five days I know something’s been wrong with mom, she’s making all sorts of noises and using a whole lot of tissues. She’s staying in bed a lot which gets kind of boring for me. I want to play and get into mischief but she’s not up to playing with me. My two canine playmates were gone for a few days too and that gave me just the cats to play with. Cats are good to snuggle with when you’re sleepy, but they don’t make the best playmates. When I try to rough it up with them all they do is hiss at me and run. They don’t much like it when I wrap my mouth around their heads, guess it’s because I get their ears all sloppy. I missed Abby a lot because we love to play together. Abby got home yesterday afternoon and we played and played into the night. The cats seemed happy that my playmate was back too. They sat near us and watched our playtime intently.
I’m growing really fast, I used to fit on mom’s lap easily, now it’s much harder, but I still manage it. Mom just has to stretch out more and create more lap. Bella (the labrador of the house) taught me that there is food up on the kitchen counters. I enthusiastically try to reach up but mom is none to pleased with me when I do so I may have to stop that. Bella and Abby both taught me that chicken eggs are yummy and we all help ourselves to the eggs the hens lay. I have to climb into the box but Bella and Abby can just reach in and get them. I’m not so sure mom is apprecative of our ‘help ourselves’ attitudes.
Well, there are leaves to chase and neighbor dogs to bark at so I must be going, I’ll catch up with you soon!
My name is Wesley and I’m a very special puppy (so I’ve been told). I was born as an only puppy so I had mom all to myself, but then I didn’t have any playmates in the beginning either. When I got a little older, I met some other puppies that were just a few days younger than me. When I was weaned from my mom, I spent most of my time with these other puppies.
One day, I was in the pen playing with the other puppies and this lady came over. She bent over and was playing with all the puppies. I liked her immediately and I think I decided right away that she would belong to me. I grabbed her by her littlest finger and no matter how much the other puppies jumped on me, I wouldn’t let her finger go. My plan worked, the lady picked me up and cuddled me. I think she felt the same connection I did because not too long after that first meeting, she gave in and let me have her. I own her now and promise to take good care of her.
She lost her other service dog in April of this year (Just three months before I came into the world). She’s pretty sure that her other service dog had a paw in getting the two of us together and I think she might be right. She needs me and I’m really attached to her too now.
We are having all sorts of adventures together as the two of us help to build Service Companion Dogs of America. I’m going to not only learn to be her service dog, I’m also going to be the spokes dog for the organization. I’ll be attending all sorts of events with her and I thought it would be nice to have a blog where I could share our experiences with all of you. I’ll write another blog this evening and tell you all about the festival we attended this weekend, until then, keep your chin high and your paws on track!