Today is my birthday! Yes, dear readers, five years ago today, yours truly came into the world.
When I was just about one month old, momma and master came to visit me and my brothers and sisters. There were two momma dogs and a total of 13 puppies! Momma took a movie, but to be honest, I'm not sure which one is me. Oh well, neither is momma. You can watch the movie here.
Momma and master actually said they wanted a puppy that was NOT me! Can you imagine? But I heard they had a nice dog at home who was really lonely and so I said that I was the pup for them because I wanted to be sure I had a pal to play with.
Well, I had some second thoughts once I arrived at the estate. I had expected a nice, normal dog, not some super sized monster!
|I believe a mistake has been made. You said you had a dog, not a pony.|
It didn't take me long to figure out that I was going to have to take charge of the situation.
I soon had that monster dog under control.
|That's right! Run! Dexter is in the house!|
Despite the alleged "no dogs on the furniture" rule at our estate, I told momma and master that I was going to have to insist on using the couch as my safe zone from the Relentlessly Huge. How else was I ever to get my rest if I was always worried about being sat upon or stepped on?
|Come on, look at this face. You aren't really going to make me get down, are you?|
One of my main duties was always to make sure Mango got his exercise. Left to his own devices, that guy would never have moved at all.
The years have been full of good times. I feel like the ambassador of labradudes everywhere. Momma and Master never had a "normal" dog before and they continue to be astounded by what a game and easy going chap I am.
|Snow and tennis ball! Does it get any better?|
Nevertheless, they still seem compelled to torture me now and then.
|STOP IT! I'll be good, I swear.|
Momma scolds me for wanting to dive into any available body of water. But who doesn't?
Daycare, well, it wasn't much fun at first. I confess to being a bit overwhelmed and it seemed like momma might have affixed a "hump me" sign to my backsides.
But I persevered and now I am the leader of the pack.
|Come on, guys, we can storm the gates!|
I found it necessary to occasionally take over one of the RH's beds. Not that I ever really wanted to get coated in his stinky, slobbery residue, but because I felt it important to remind him that I was not to be trifled with.
|Who's the big dog now?|
What can I say? I'm a sucker for foodables.
As the RH aged, he became considerably more grouchy and less bouncy. Even still, I was not oblivious to how much he relied on my presence to sooth his tiny brain and at great risk to life and limb, I provided my company as required.
|It's OK, big guy, I've got your back.|
Yes, I confess that I'll do just about anything for food. Even sit in a box.
|This is ridiculous, but I can't help myself.|
I used to do agility, but I started to have a lot of aches and pains from it. I know the problem. Momma was too lazy to run around with me often enough so I suffered "weekend warrior" syndrome. I have high hopes that once spring arrives I can convince her to drag her sorry self back to agility school with me.
This is one of the last photos of me with the RH. I have taken up his top of the stairs guard post.
It was a bit scary, especially after dark, to be out there all alone waiting for Momma to come home from work, but I like to think that Angel Mango will always be watching over me.
Life is good. Walkies, daycare, wrestling, food. A new adventure every day.
Oh, you want to know what I received for my birthday? Momma and I are going to school! I know what you're thinking, but I LOVE school. I can show off how smart I am, I get lots of cookies, and I spend time with Momma. We are learning something called Rally which is quite challenging (what is meant by "square sit?"). The class is with Miss Lisa whom I adore because she insists that Momma always come to class loaded down with string cheese.