Ah, I have soooo much to learn.

Tonight mom and dad were watching a DVD of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. Mom was laughing so hard she was crying, and even dad was laughing really hard.  I sauntered over to see what they were laughing at.

And I listened.  To a dog tell it like it is.  This could mean trouble for the humans in the near future…

Love,

Bogart

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Remember that I was telling you that I have to share my house with 4 cats? Well, I want to introduce you to my very favorite new feline buddy – Behemoth.

Behemoth isn’t very big, in fact he is smaller than I was when I first showed up here in Los Angeles. He was a street cat who managed to sucker mom into taking him in, getting him dewormed and cleaned up, and he still has really crooked kitty teeth. Almost as shark-like as my puppy teeth.
I really like Behemoth because he is the only cat that seems to want to play with me, and who doesn’t mind too much when I get all excited and run right at his face. He’ll just playfully swat me in the nose with his paw (no claws out like Kafka) so I know that I’m moving too fast for him. I appreciate that.

He’s showing me all sorts of new games, not to mention where all of the fun stuff is hidden – moms shoes, furry fake mice, balls with bells in them, and of course almost-empty boxes that still have something in them that mom wanted to hide from all of us.

But at the end of a long, hard day, the best thing about Behemoth is that he is equal-opportunity – he doesn’t mind being a feline who curls up with a canine to stay toasty warm.

Love,
Bogart

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Wow, this is my very first thunderstorm – it’s all dark and wet outside. Mom let me run out quickly to do my business this morning but she didn’t want to come with me… that was odd. So I’m stuck inside for most of the day with mom at her office… this is my in my standard office position, what I do while she works.

So it’s back into the car to go back to her office – today I suddenly started to hate my car harness for some reason. It was much more fun to bite it than to wear it.

It’s basically my first day learning how to swim – and how to poop almost underwater – with what mom keeps saying is an uncharacteristic amount of rain. I really, really didn’t want to poop at my normal time today – that rain is damn cold – even tho mom kept dragging me outside. It was kind of funny to tease her, to go into “kangaroo position” so that she thought I was finally going to poop, only to just sit down on my cute tush and tilt my head to the side in the universal “cute puppy” look.

I have a feeling it’s going to be rather uneventful as I’m not going to be allowed to run in the mud. Ah well, maybe another day.

Love,
Bogart

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I was at the vet today to get a checkup. Mom told me we were going, okay no big deal, so we got strapped into the car and we went.

There were so many other doggies and kitties there it was crazy! But all of them were making noise, trying to run away, being mean to the other doggies and kitties.

Not me.

I just sat on dad’s lap. I was tired. This was my usual morning nap time.

So it was great when they called my name and I could go into the exam room. I laid down on the exam table to catch a little rest when the vet came in to examine me. Yawn! Go ahead, I thought, poke and prod. I’ll just sleep.

They weighed me – I’m 9.3 pounds today – and again said how cute I was (I can get used to this). Then I decided to sleep again (why are they all laughing at me?) when the vet came back in and touched me again. No big deal.

I only figured out after we’d left and got back into the car that the vet had stuck me with some big needle while I was sleeping. So I don’t even know if it hurt!

I love being a puppy!!!

Love,
Bogart

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Ohmygosh, today I got to go for a biiiiiiiiig run in the park!!! Grass!!!! I was so excited!!!!!

Mom and dad took me, and it was so much fun! I got to run in the grass, roll in the grass, and there were so many leaves for me to chew on… The grass was a little wet but that doesn’t bother me.

So far one of the hardest things for me has been that I can’t climb stairs. My back legs just aren’t strong enough yet to lift my puppy pot-belly. So today I was running with mom in the park, and she jumped up a little curb and I decided to go for it — I made a running jump, leaped as high as I could, and I made it!!!! Mom was so excited, I got a whole Vitabone for that!!!

I was SO proud of myself, but I still can’t climb stairs. Oh well, maybe soon. With all this running I’m doing every day, I think it won’t be too long.

I also had a very special encounter with 5 weiners!!!!! I met my dad’s friends today and they have a little weiner dog named Sophie so we all went for a walk in the park, and met up with another lady who has 4 weiners! I’ve put up a picture of me playing with the weiners (sorry it’s blurry, it’s from my dad’s cellphone) and a big red arrow pointing to me. They were fun – just about my size!

Love,
Bogart

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I have the coolest collar in the whole world. I was going to mention it a few days ago, but I’ve been so overwhelmed with my big new exciting world that I didn’t get a chance to.

My mom never can buy anything simple. It’s always got to have cats or spiders or something weird on it. It takes her a long time to find these things, but I watch her searching on the computer and it seems to make her happy.

My dad apparently is from Austria. I don’t know anything about what that is, what it means, all I know is that I’m from somewhere else too – Virginia – so maybe it’s similar to that. So mom found a collar and leash that have edelweiss on them. That’s supposedly some flower that means something to my dad, and she was so happy when they arrived. I put on my collar happily every time we go outside – I really love to wear it, it makes me feel really, really special. Sometimes I like to walk with my leash, sometimes not, it all depends on how much I want to torture my mom that day. And I’m getting better at that…

My mom got my collar here if you want to get one: The Truman Collar

Love,
Bogart

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So it feels like mom goes to the office every single day – do people really do that? I’d much rather just sit at home all the time, but she feels the need to get in the car and then go out to where a lot of other cars are, and then sit there for awhile and swear. I think it’s called “traffic” or something.

Today on our lunch hour we went to the post office. I’m really not sure what they do there, but there were a lot of people waiting with big boxes. Everyone thinks I’m the cutest, so that’s always fun, but then those big giant hands start coming toward me and I try to hold on to mom.

Mom had a big box too, and I had to wait while she went up to a big machine. I got very excited when something started to come out of the machine (paper! yeah!) and I tried to pull it out with my teeth. I really thought I was helping, but noooooooooo. Mom took the paper and put it on the box.

Hey, at least I poop outside…

Love,
Bogart

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It’s been funny listening to my new mom and my new dad talk about a name for me. Dad keeps calling me Gooby for some weird reason (is that even a name? certainly not a name for a sophisticated pup like me….), and mom is at the computer pretty constantly trying to find doggie names. I guess it’s not that easy.

I just call them mom and dad.

But it’s kind of funny to watch them argue about my name. With dad, everything sounds kind of like Gooby. He has a funny accent, so I can’t always tell what he’s saying. Mom is obsessed with gothic things, so she keeps coming up with crazy names that I’ve never heard of. I didn’t expect that I’d get a name anytime soon.

But today that changed. Mom and dad both suddenly came up with my new name: Bogart. Like Humphrey Bogart (some big movie star that I’ve never heard of – hey, I’m only 2 months old). Apparently a short version of Bogart is Bogey – which is kind of like Gooby to my doggie ears – but they seem to call me Bogart when I’m doing something they don’t want me to do, and Bogey the rest of the time.

That’s okay with me!

Love,
Bogart

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I’m starting to get good at this riding in the car thing.

I have a harness that mom bought for me – it’s black nylon with two clips – and so far I don’t mind wearing it all that much. She keeps explaining that I have to wear it if I’m in the car, yada yada yada, so she clips it on me and then I can relax. She put my new blanket in the car (or is it another blanket? I don’t know….) so I can sleep on it while I’m wearing my harness. I put my head on her lap and there is something about the sound of the car that makes me very sleepy. Even when mom is driving really fast (and she’s almost always driving really fast) I can sleep.

Today I went to mom’s office again, I’m meeting more people there now. I was a little afraid at first of people and their big giant hands coming at my face, but I’m starting to get over that now. Whenever they do that I just bite their shoes. Pretty effective.

The puppy

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