Reunited and it feels so good…

This week I made the much anticipated trip back to Casa Martinez. The land of skyscrapers, concrete, and poppie bags.  However, I couldn’t be happier!

Mike and Vanessa had some grand ol’ plans for me this week, which began as soon as they picked me up.

First we went boating. They know I hate the water, but LOVE boating. I love the wind in my ears and birds trying to catch up to our boat. (Those suckers.)

Later in the week Vanessa took me on another adventure and I spent the entire day with her at her office. Lots of people “oh’ed and ah’ed” at me and even came in to the office to pet me. I was a hit! During work, Vanessa took me out for a few short walks so I could stretch my legs and tinkle.  Even after the work day was done she took me on a little walk and as she chatted with a friend I got to lick up some left over ice cream (Shhh!!!).

Anyway, this is one happy pup; glad to be back home where I belong!

On the way home

On the way home

You can call me Captain Doyle

You can call me Captain Doyle

Long, hard day at work

Long, hard day at work

Rotten Showers!

As many of you may know, I hate water! I have the same affinity to baths as I have to being dunked in a tub full of acid. As life goes, my owners love to bathe me once – sometimes TWICE – a week!!!

They find it entertaining. They carry me into the tub while laughing and joking, plop me into the tub, and hose me down.  After I’m soaking wet and freezing they squirt shampoo all over me. By the way haven’t these people ever heard of Johnson & Johnson “no tears” baby shampoo?!?! Vanessa always seems to get suds in my eyes.

Last week they decided it would be funny to conduct a photo shoot of me in the tub…here are some of the pics.

Peek a boo

Peek a boo

My bootie

My bootie

Damn I look good

Damn I look good

Mommy training

I never knew there were two kinds of dogs – the ones you treat like a pet and the ones you treat like your kid.

Doyle is our kid.

So one of the things Mike is teaching me on this new adventure together is how to be a good mom to Doyle. I’ve learned how to read him so I know when he wants to eat, poop, or needs water. I’ve trained myself to put the toilet seat down so Doyle doesn’t drink from the toilet (ewww) and to wipe his paws every time we come in from a poop.

My latest task is to learn how to properly feed him a breath bone. According to the instructions the dog needs to suck on the bone before swallowing it .  Problem #1 – if you’ve ever met Doyle you know that he doesn’t eat; he inhales. Sooo…. if I follow the directions I need to hold out the bone and have Doyle suck on it except when I tried that last time he almost bit my hand off.

So, with a bit of encouragement from Mike here’s my second attempt:

Jar O' Bones

Jar O' Bones

Step 1: Keep Doyle at a distance as you pull the bone from the Jar O' Bones.

Step 1: Keep Doyle at a distance as you pull out the bone from the Jar O' Bones.

Step 2: On the balcony let Doyle chew off his first piece (of the bone, not your finger).

Step 2: On the balcony let Doyle chew off his first piece (of the bone, not your finger).

Step 3: Doyle stars at you with sad puppy eyes and you just give him the rest of the bone.

Step 3: Doyle stares at you with sad puppy eyes and you just give him the rest of the bone.

Third time’s a charm?