hello everyone. wally here. guess what? my big brother sully came to visit. mom said he’s not my brother but he’s my cousin. dad said that we came from the same mother. mom said that’s not true, and that he didn’t know what he was talking about. but since dad is always right, he said that sully is my brother and that was that. back to sully. he’s giant. i mean GIANT. i can’t wait to grow up to be that big. dad wrestles with him and plays tug-o-war with my toys. i run into the middle of their ruff-housing and dad shoos me away saying I’m too little and will get hurt. i bark at him, who’s he calling little. mom calls me over, and tells me that I will get hurt so I go and sit on mamma’s lap like a baby, little baby mamma’s boy. sad. sully is like a super frenchie. with a running start he can jump straight up onto the ottoman and then to the top of the couch.  i follow right behind him and bang my head on the side of the ottoman and fall backwards. dad comes running to pick me up and asks me if I’m ok. sully growls at me. dad says not to worry, as all dogs get jealous with the dog whisperer. i didn’t know what he was talking about but mom grumbled something about being delusional and this is what she has to look forward to in his retirement. sully has his own water bowl, it’s so much bigger than mine and the water tastes so much better in his bowl. i want a big bowl like sully’s but mom won’t let me as i keep stepping in the water bowl and spilling the water all over the floor. mom says not to worry as this must be a genetic influence from dad.  sully lets mom put on his sweater without a fuss, so i did too, as i want to be a big boy like sully. dad said that my sweater looked a bit tight, like a bodycon that women wear. i didn’t think that was nice so I barked at him.  dad said that sully’s sweater would be good camouflage in the woods, but with my red foo-foo hoodie, that for sure a hawk would mistake me for edible vermin. one last thought as it is almost nap time. i poo-pooed in the kitchen yesterday, and pee-peed 3x on the rugs, the rugs are so soft on my little paws when I’m pushing it out (and I don’t have to go out in the cold and wet grass). mom did not look that happy, no where near as happy as when i go poo poo in the backyard and she jumps up and down as if she won the california lottery. dad said that mom needed to bone up her dog training skills, as did she notice that i don’t crap all over the house on his watch, dog whisperer that he is. sully and i are sleepy so we are going to take a nap now. ok everyone, have a great week!

tgif everyone. i had a great night’s sleep. i get up once or twice a night and bark so mom can take me to go pee pee outside. dad doesn’t get up because he’s tired and he said that it’s mom’s job because mom and dad have divided up responsibilities between them so it’s fair.  in other words, dad plays with me, and mom does everything else. dad is an awesome playmate. i love my crate, it’s my safe place. i sleep in the crate until about 3:30 am when i see bright lights on, then i know dad is up reading. i bark because I’m cold and lonely lying in this crate all by myself —  i see dad nudge mom to get up to get me. mom gets up and she carries me into their bed. i wiggle out of mom’s hands, run across the bed to give dad some kisses and then i skootch under the covers and cosy between dad’s legs. i love my crate but this is a much better place to sleep.  dad takes me out for adventures each morning in the backyard where i get to hunt in the rock pile. dad keeps saying “stop eating dat.” “stop eating dat. “stop eating dat.” i bark at him telling him he doesn’t have to repeat himself, i’m not stoopid, and if he gave me more snacks i wouldn’t have to eat grass and sticks. i climb from the top of the rock pile and then bunny-hop into the bird bath. dad was so proud of me, he took a picture and sent it to mom. mom yelled at dad saying that he shouldn’t put me up on high places, cause i could fall and hurt myself. i bark at mom to explain that it wasn’t dad but she just kept yelling at him. i don’t understand why mom nags at dad, because he let’s me do whatever I want and he’s always right anyway. dad’s been talking about taking me to cove island park this weekend, mom didn’t look all too happy but I’ve come to learn that dad will do whatever he wants anyway. so i have to go now.  it’s nap time. have a great weekend!

hello everyone, happy hump day. dad said that i can only take a nap after i write my post. so here we go. eric’s friend dana said the other day that she loved how i crossed my legs when i sleep. dad pounced on that and said that was totally unacceptable. that’s how ladies sit, and sleep, and that i needed to “man-up.” i really didn’t know what that meant but dad was really proud of me when he showed me this picture: “wally, what a good boy.” i like it when i make my dad smile, it doesn’t happen often. it’s getting cold here. mom took me outside for poo-poo and i carefully laid it down on the concrete patio. mom didn’t look all that impressed but i didn’t want to walk out onto the cold, wet grass. dad said he didn’t care where i go poo-poo so long as it wasn’t in his office. dad’s been taking me for short little walks in the backyard. he said that i’m an excellent rock climber. right after he said that i tumbled head first and fell behind the rock fence, and rolled around in the leaves a bit. dad brushed me off, told me to get up and stop being a baby. my head hurt a bit. dad said “after that little performance, i’m not ready to go on morning walks with him.” i barked at him and said it’s not like he hadn’t fallen and rolled around on the rocks writhing in pain, and he was a lot older than me. dad told me not to talk back, so it looks like i have to wait a bit longer before i go on walks with dad. anyway, its been like 3.5 minutes and i haven’t sat on mom’s lap. it’s so warm there and she’s so nice, so i’m going to go now.  talk to you all soon.