Hello my new friends for another update with Paw Time with Houdini. Life is continuing to be so much fun here at the Hotel Thompson. I turned 7 months old this week. Can you believe that? Time is going by so fast and I’m having so much fun!
The other anipals here – Bacon, Hemi and Mouse Girl – have all been so helpful. I’ve learned a lot from them. Even daddy says that I’m growing up and out of the puppy stage. You’re probably wondering what have I learned right? Well, for one thing how to jump. You see there is this dreaded gate that separates me and Bacon from the kitchen area. Well we all know that is where the good stuff is because if not it wouldn’t be off limits, right? I’ve been watching Hemi and Mouse Girl and how they jump over said gate into the land of plenty called the kitchen. Yesterday, I jumped on the sofa near the gate. I crawled to the edge and looked over and guess what. It’s not that big of jump so I jumped. I was in the kitchen of plenty before anyone knew it. In fact, I was in there a LONG time before daddy knew I was missing – BARKS! The only reason he knew I was missing was because I sat in the kitchen barking like mad for him to let me back in so I could go to my room to potty. So you see, the purr things have taught me the freedom trail to the kitchen – thanks ya’ll.
And Bacon has taught me the way to the humans hearts. When it’s bedtime and I don’t want to go yet, just look cute and loving. Licking and giving kisses also helps the situation. If I do this 9 times out of 10, mom will take me to the big bed with them for a bit for some extra loving. Thanks Bacon for the advice.
And fetch. I ❤ me some fetch. Oh my doggy wonder – fetch is the bestest game ever invented. This ball I have in my mouth here in this picture is my favorite ball in the entire world. It was a gift from my friend Easy. The little holes in the ball make it easy for me to sink my teeth into it and I don’t give it up easily.
In fact, daddy says I need more training in fetch. You see, I get the ball gets thrown. I get the fact that I ‘fetch’ the ball and bring it back. I don’t know the concept of letting the ball go to be thrown again. Heck no – this is my ball and my game. I am so strong willed in keeping my ball that you can pick the ball up and I will hang from it growling. My ball. Barks! See the humans don’t understand the fact that I’m not playing fetch. Nope. I’m playing tug-a-war. BARKS and rolls with laughter. Who needs training now?