Thursday, July 7, 2011

A Few Of My Favorite Things

I, Lola Grace, a very tasteful puppy, even if I do say so myself,
pass the time by doing some very interesting things.
One of  my  favorite tricks was when I knocked down my portable pet playpen by running and bouncing against all the sides over an over . . . when it finally fell over it made a loud noise. I barked at it then jumped on top of it just in case it was going to try to get back up.
It didn't!
Dove was not happy about the playpen!
I have chewed on and tasted  a great number of interesting things.
I chewed the zipper pull right off my pet stroller, but before I could really taste it,
Dove said she was not happy about it and took it away from me.
I bit off  a set of small tree lights on a string one by one from the palm tree behind the sofa . . .  and proudly brought them to Papa.
Papa was not happy about this. 
I did a super neat trick when I jumped up and grabbed the tiebacks to the living room curtains, dragged them down and chewed the tassles off  and made a great string art floor design on the living room carpet.
Both Papa and Dove were not amused by this trick.
In fact, they grumbled the whole time they were on their hands and knees taking apart my beautiful string artwork.
I chewed holes in Dove's favorite sweater when she left it hanging on the back of her desk chair.
Dove was not happy with the holes I made on her sweater.
These people are sure hard to please!
Oooh! Another great time was when I grabbed  the new roll of paper in the bathroom and ran with it down the hall and into the dining room, living room and kitchen! That was so much fun!  Papa and Dove and I had a great time chasing each other through the house.
Although, we did have to stop a few times because they were out of breath, but good pet that I am, I waited until they were ready to play some more. It was fun until they took away the toilet paper from me and threw it away. Dove said we 'were on a roll' and told Papa not to waste the paper because he looked 'pooped out'!  I didn't know that!
I thought I was the only one who was supposed to poop outside!
Papa doesn't  like me chewing on  lava rocks, twigs, leaves, spinners and clumps of grass in the yard.
He chases me all over the yard and takes them from me. I think he should find his own and leave mine alone.
He was really not happy when I ate the cracked eggshell that had fallen from a bird's nest.
Sometimes, I just can't seem to please that man!
Oh!  Now this was a great trick. It took a long time but I managed to take the chip identification tag off the ring on my collar - while I was wearing it!
Dove said I am a 'contortionist'. I think that is a good thing to be!
I've chewed on a lot of great tasting toys in my young puppy life. Here are a few of them.
My favorite pink pig that oinked, oinks no more.
My dog that barked, doesn't.
My donkey that brayed is silent.
The roaring lion roars no more.
My favorite yellow duck that quacked quit quacking and the gray elephant, minus its tail, 
hasn't made a sound for days!
These are just a few of my favorite things.
All Dove and Papa have said about these toys is, "That another one bit the dust!"
I hope I never bite dust!  'Cause if I did I might wake up  . . . and not be able to bark!
So, no dust for me. Dust will never be on my favorite things list.
Now I will tell you about my most favorite toy of all, my little blue ball.
I love to chase that crazy little thing.
Sometimes when I chew on it, it squeaks.
Papa and Dove like when I catch the ball.
I know this because they clap and say what a good girl I am. I like hearing that.
Another favorite of mine is to chase ice cubes on the kitchen floor. They slide all over the place then disappear like magic! Papa always finds them and brings them back to me.
I'm glad I finally found something else that man likes.
I hope you have lots of favorite things too.
Come back and visit again.
 I, Lola Grace, a very tasteful puppy, even if I do say so myself,  will have lots more to share with you.
~ Bye for now ~
ps: DO NOT EAT ANY DUST

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