Tag's Baby Album

Me with my brothers and sister
I think we were about 7 weeks old. I'm the one in the back on the left.

The day mom and dad came to take me home.
9 weeks old

My first night home

First bath at home
I didn't like it then, and I don't like it now.

First trip to the beach
11 weeks old

Chewing on my favorite frog

Chewing on my squeaky mouse toy

Chewing on something I wasn't supposed to

Me, just being a nosey puppy

I promise I'm not getting into anything.

4 mos old

5 mos old

6 mos old

Playing in the leaves, 9 mos old

Happy 1st Birthday!

Just us guys

I love the days when dad is off work because I get to hang out with him. He's really fun to be around. He makes silly faces and noises at me and is a lot less serious than mom is. He also "barks" back at me when I bark at him. We have our own little conversation that mom doesn't understand. But my favorite thing to do with dad is just be lazy and lay in the chair with him and get tons of tummy rubs. Two guys, just chilling and relaxing on a Sunday afternoon.

Busy Weekend

Boy it was a busy weekend here. Grandma, Grandpa, and my aunt Christy came to visit this weekend. I love it when they come because there's always lots of petting and belly rubs for me. Grandma stayed with Riley and me while everyone was gone on Saturday, and we played all day long. I really like when Grandma plays with me. She will throw my toys for me to fetch as long as I want her to. Usually mom and dad get tired of playing long before I do, but not Grandma. Another thing about Grandma is that she gives me as many pieces of ice as I want, too. Even when mom tells her not to, she still sneaks me a couple more pieces 'cause she knows it's my favorite thing. I had a lot of fun while they were here but now I'm tired from all the excitement. Things are getting back to normal so I guess I'll have time to catch up on some rest tomorrow.

Help I'm Trapped!

I'll start off by saying this is a really embarrassing story. I must also give you some background information. I will not go through doors that are barely cracked open. I don't know if it's a fear that I'll get stuck or that they will close on me, but I'm really afraid of doors that are barely cracked open. You could probably place food on the floor on the other side and I still wouldn't go through until the door was opened wide enough to easily fit through.

Well it all started off very innocently. Mom and dad were sitting around tonight doing nothing so I ran back to my room to grab a toy out of Riley's crate to play fetch with. I guess I ran into the crate so fast that the door swung behind me. And that's how I came to be in this predicament. I was trapped. I sat there for a few minutes trying to overcome my fear of the barely cracked open door, but I began to panic. So I started barking for help. Riley barked back at me from the living room, but didn't come to my rescue. What good is she I ask you? So I kept barking. I could hear mom and dad talking in the other room, not paying any attention to my desperate cries for help. So finally I let out a helpless yelp and they both came running.

I was finally going to be rescued, or so I thought. The next thing I know, mom is doubled over, laughing hysterically and dad is running to get the camera to capture this memorable moment. Well then mom told me to get out and come to her. I put one paw out but then stepped back, nose out but then stepped back. And then finally, I did it! I conquered my fears and went through the barely cracked open door. Of course Mom was still laughing at me and dad gave me a belly rub to make me feel better. What a night I've had tonight.

Man my dogs are tired

I love it when mom is home with us during the day but boy, I sure don't get any rest. When it's just Riley and me we sleep almost all day. But when mom's here I've gotta be right where she is so I don't get to sleep at all! Well today was one of those days. First we played fetch out in the back yard. I bet I chased that ball across the yard 200 times. Well not that many but I can't really count so it seemed liked a lot to me. After a short rest, mom started doing housework so of course I had to follow her back and forth around the house to be sure I didn't miss anything good. Then dad came home and took us out in the back yard. Of course Riley wanted to play then so I chased her around for a while until she got tired which doesn't take very long. She's sorta lazy. ; P Then, mom and dad wanted to go on a walk around the neighborhood so off we go again. Now it's late and almost my bedtime and I'm beat. I'm kinda glad mom will be at work tomorrow so I can catch up on my sleep. Can someone carry me to bed??

Thief!

So Riley has started stealing toys away from me. She thinks it's a game apparently. Normally she has no interest in toys, that is until I want to play with them. And she's sneaky about it too! For instance, last night mom was playing fetch with me in the living room. She threw the toy and before I could get to it, Riley ran over and picked it up. But did she want to play with it? No! She took it up onto the sofa and laid her chin on it so I couldn't get to it, and just watched me with those devious eyes the whole time. I paced around the coffee table several times, trying to figure out a way to snatch it without being attacked but she didn't budge. I barked at mom, asking for some help, but she was too busy laughing at me. I barked at Riley, showing my outrage at the whole situation but she just stared at me, laughing silently with her eyes. This went on for a good ten minutes until finally she got up and I snuck over and grabbed it. After I was done playing with it I carried it around all night to be sure she didn't steal it again. I guess I showed her! She's no angel. She may have mom and dad fooled, but not me. I'm on to her little games.

Ouch!

I got a boo boo on my head yesterday. I wasn't going to tell mom about it but she saw it last night and got all worried. I was playing and being my normal hyper self so obviously I wasn't too concered about it. She and dad kept trying to look at it and wondered why I was trying to bite. Well it hurts! I don't appreciate being poked and prodded so of course I'm going to bite. She and dad sat there trying to figure out how I got it. They finally came up with two theories- that Riley and I were playing around like we always do and I fell on the corner of something and got a little cut or that Riley bit me because I tried to take a toy away from her. I say either way let's blame it on Riley, hehe. She never gets in trouble anyway and it's about time. Mom is still all worried about me and wants to take me to the vet but I really hope she doesn't. I'm a big boy...I can handle a little boo boo.