American Idol Puppy

Modeling my Fleece Sweatshirt

I’ve been watching American Idol with Daddy & Mommy now every week, and I feel that I am one American Idol Puppy!   WOW!  What a whirlwind of a day we are having over here!  I went to bed last night with my favorite blue & white squeaky bone, and woke up to over 9+ inches of snow!  Holy Crap!  Everytime it snows a lot and I head outside, when I see the white stuff on the driveway, I’ve gotta go.  Daddy & Mommy always laugh at me that I can’t wait until I run around the corner of the house to the backyard to go, and I just squat in the drive.  (I know, I’m funny)   This weather here in Cleveland is ridiculous.  Just the other day I was sitting by the back door catching sun rays on my furry face, the next day it rained, and now today, Mommy had to use the snow blower 4 times to keep the driveway clean.  Mommy also took some great photographs of how much snow we got in the backyard.  You will all be surprised!  She knew that you would not believe us on how much we got, so she took a tape measure out with her to prove it! 

1 Foot 7 Inches in Backyard

The sound of running water makes me now run to see where it is, ever since I started to drink out of the sprayer in the kitchen sink.  Now, even when Daddy or Mommy use the sink in the bathroom, I come running and jump up on the counter just to try to get some of that nice cool running H20!  Mommy can’t even wash the dishes without me checking out what is going on up there!  I am one inquisitive puppy, gotta check out what’s going on! 

I do have to laugh though at some of my antics (what Mommy calls them) as I feel like I am the funniest puppy around!  Just like when I go grab my little squeaky round play balls and then walk over to either Daddy or Mommy with it, then instead of giving it to them to throw it – – I tease them!  I act like I am going to give it to them, then I turn away quickly and run under the table, then I circle around again, and do the same thing.  After a few times of doing this, Mommy & Daddy act like they are ignoring me (they think that I don’t know they are doing this on purpose, but I know what they are doing! LOL)  and then I finally give in and give them the ball to throw for me.  We can do this for hours! Well, maybe not hours, but until this little puppy gets tired and has to lay down. 

Having fun running down the hallway

Then, I am set into such a routine now for bedtime.  When it gets to be “that time of night”, I always hear Daddy say “Time for Bed”, and he starts to pick up my blue & white squeaky bone, but sometimes I get it before him, and we head down the hallway to bed.  Then Mommy comes in (after she sets up the coffee maker for Daddy for the morning – Aw, that is so nice that Mommy does that for Daddy) and Mommy takes off my collar.  Every night, and I mean every night, when she takes off my collar I have to first sniff it, give it a lick, and then give her permission to put it on the night stand.  Then Mommy crawls into bed (sometimes I have to move to give her room) and Daddy leans over to kiss Mommy good night.  Every time I see Daddy kiss Mommy, I have to get up and run over to get in between them on the bed and give them puppy smoochies too!  They laugh every night that I do this as if it is the first time they are seeing it.  Then I head down to the foot of the bed, where I lay my head over Mommy’s feet and I’m ready for bed!  But before I fall fast asleep, I have to catch a few minutes of “Everybody Loves Raymond”.  Gosh that guy is funny!  I try to keep my eyes open, but it is useless as I fall fast asleep like a good little puppy.  Until I hear the BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ of Daddy’s alarm going off.  Rats, and I was in the middle of a good dream too! 

Gotta go for now, I hear Mommy calling me but I will keep you up to date on what I get into next!  Puppy Smoochies to you – Love, Nikita

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