So there is this thing called January, and I am not sure that I am a fan. At first I thought that I liked January because my people were home a lot and we laid on the couch together for hours every morning. But then one morning we got up and went outside to potty (more on this later, as it is a BIG deal to potty outside), and it was so freezing that I did my business and went back to the door in less than one puppy minute. My sticks were buried in white stuff and most of the good smells were gone. My puppy wonderland was ruined. This went on for days and then things got even worse.
One day when we got up, my dad didn’t lay on the couch with me. Instead he spent a lot of time in the bathroom and put on weird smelling pants and then got the kids up. Mom came downstairs and didn’t have time to lay on the couch, either. This was a big disappointment. I was confused because I thought everyone loved to lay on the couch with me more than anything. That seems to be their favorite thing. If the back yard is puppy wonderland, then the couch is people wonderland. Before I knew it, all my people were leaving. One by one they put on shoes and coats and left me all alone. Sure, mom gave me a treat stuffed bone before she left, and that helped but I was so lonely. I sort of remembered that they would come home because they had always come home before, so I went to sleep on the couch all by my little self.
This strange behavior of getting up in the dark and leaving me at the house to fend for myself continued for a few days. I do not understand why anyone gets out of bed in the dark, by the way. There does not appear to be any good reason for this, but I managed alright and got used to the plan. I even did a good job of not pottying in the house while they were gone (again, this is a big deal). I may or may not have chewed up some cord-type items that were on the kitchen counter and also some paper; obviously someone did this but it may or may not have been me. I am not that tall, and I just cannot say who might have done this. So, just as I was getting used to what Mom calls “real life”, we got more white stuff outside. Getting more white stuff outside appears to coincide with my people staying home and hanging out in people wonderland with me. My puppiness likes this very much. Maybe January was going to be alright.
Soon after the newest white stuff, another development occurred in people wonderland. It was one of the kids just laying there all day for what seemed like a whole week. I laid with him some (this seemed to be ok) and jumped on him some (why didn’t he want to play with me?) and just generally didn’t understand why he was there all of the time. Mom said something about the kid being “sick” and that was why he didn’t want to play. I really didn’t understand that and pretty much continued to jump on him a lot. This resulted in me being sprayed in the face with that infernal spray bottle that shows up every time my puppiness gets out of hand.
Well, finally “real life” came around again, and it was another adjustment for me. Mom was afraid I would have a hard time with it, and I did. (Can anyone tell me why “real life” starts in the darkness every day?) I retaliated a little bit yesterday, and it backfired. During the afternoon, before the people came home from wherever it is that they go, I found a way into Sister’s room. Usually this would be a close second to puppy wonderland in amount of fun to be had and fantastical things to discover and chew up. But yesterday, the door closed behind me and I was stuck in there. Alone. Also, Sister and the dad had cleaned up a lot of the amazing chewable things and there wasn’t as much fun to be had. When the people finally got home and found me, I refused to go outside to potty like I am supposed to. I didn’t want to be alone out there, either! I howled and barked and they let me back inside right away. At that point, I pottied in the house. I am not proud of it, but that is what happened. I was just so dazed and confused about things. Hopefully today I will be able to resist the allure of that room so that I don’t get stuck again. My puppiness is going to rest this morning and then I will consider what afternoon mischief might be less scary.
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