One week away from my first birthday and I’ve discovered that there’s is this thing called Halloween. Apparently it’s a time when people wear costumes and pretend to be someone or something else.  Apparently, when you have a dog, it’s the dog that wears the costumes.  Look at what mom and dad did to me…

Santa Claus…this one makes me look like I have a big head an tiny paws…not cool!

Pirate Hat…minimalist, but I do like the bones on it!

This was their favorite and my least favorite.  Apparently I’m supposed to look like an Ewok from Star Wars…what the hell is that?

As you can see, I’m reall not happy with this one…but it makes everyone else smile so “What the Pup!”

is it my Birthday yet?

Today Juliette, my best friend, crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

She showed me how to be a big dog and a good dog.

One day it will be my turn to teach a new puppy about the world before I meetJuliette once more.

im ready to look after my family now.

Almost 9 months old now…I’ve discovered my purpose (well, one of them at least)

It’s now clear to me that people have hidden lots of this awesome white fluffy stuff inside these cute little creatures!

It’s my purpose to find it all and present it back to my parents.

After a long day of fluff mining…I like to rest.

I call this pose…”relaxed but alert”

Humans have all kinds of rules…

• don’t chew the furniture
• don’t pee or poop in the house
• don’t get on the couch
• don’t eat food from countertops
• don’t steal and destroy socks and panties
• don’t drink from the toilet
• don’t lick my private parts in a weird self-satisfying way
• the above also applies to the private parts of others
• …the list goes on and on

But there’s a Bexas rule…

it doesn’t matter how big or old you are.  If you own this tree stump then you are queen of the dog park.

And Happy Mother’s Day Mommy…I love you!

Ok, Back in Texas!

they have a lot of stuff called Oil here.  Mommy took a rather fetching picture of me near some Oil wells and then spoiled it by saying that I looked like some pretend dog called Snoopy!

That’s completely ridiculous, I don’t see any likeness whatsoever!  Not even a real dog!!

Mommy and Daddy like to fish…They spend all kinds of money on fishing gear.   They can forget all of that because now they have a doodle alarm…here’s how it goes, I stand on the side of the boat ?.; I see a fish ? and I bark like a doodletic…how easy is that?

They don’t seem to get my help…but they will learn!

Ok, time for an update…over 4 and a half months old and trying to settle down in Florida.  That would be easy if Mommy and Daddy just stayed in one place!

Daddy got home from a trip (who knows what he actually does)…30 minutes later I’m thrown in the back of the car and we are driving.

The good news is that Daddy is an amazing driver!  He exhibits superlative control of his vehicle at all times.  (I think Daddy might have edited that part himself).

Now I know that there is more to the world than just Florida even though Hillary Clinton probably thinks about it a lot…ha ha!  How does a white democrat lose Florida?

We just kept going and going…Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana and then Texas!!  I heard Mommy and Daddy talk about sharing the driving.  From my perspective on the back seat, Daddy did the Doodle’s share (that’s like Lion’s share but dogified). Mommy ate jerky, sugared pralines and other assorted snacks.  She was working hard so that seemed like a fair split.

it was a great trip…I peed between the subway wrappers at every gas stop.  I pooped in Shreveport, LA…it seemed appropriate.

Anyway, Texas is pretty cool… I have an awesome yard – apart from the fact that digging holes is hard work!  I hit rocks after a few inches.  No problem – I eat rocks.

Texas is big and so are the people, hair and cars!  It’s cold sometimes, it’s hot sometimes, the wind can be terrible…as can mine (ha ha!)

The thing I love most is walks…I’m getting better at waking on the leash thing.   If Daddy keeps treats in his pocket then I will perform!  Life is good 🙂

OK, I’m kind of loving the home life. Mommy and Daddy drive me from place to place. I love living on the farm!  There are horses and donkeys and a big dog and a cat (not sure about her).

I love living in Southwestern Florida.  It’s busy and noisy;  I have lots of neighbors to lick and play with. Life is good…

…until last weekend that is.  Daddy put this life-jacket thing on me.  He got it from outwardhound.com.  Mommy and Daddy took me to their boat thing.   It was fun for a few minutes and then it went loud and fast for a long time until all I could see was water!  Help!!!

Then they took me to the beach…I loved it…happy people, endless digging and places to Pee.

Btw, i got used to it and think I think I look hot in my little jacket…

Life is good!

I was born on Election Day (Nov 8th, 2016 for you foreigners).

Now it’s time to  celebrate Mr Trump becoming president.  Daddy told me that he’s building a wall to stop more Chihauhaus coming into the country!  Tough poochy Paris Hilton!  Ok, so I’m an Australian Labradoodle but that’s my breed pedigree not my birth place!

To celebrate, Mommy said she would give me a special salon treatment…so we went to the Woof Gang Spa in Heathrow Florida.  Look em up and tell them Becky sent you!

What mommy didn’t say was that she was just going to leave me and go have fun on her own!!   Anyway, the spa ladies were awesome.  They talked nicely to me so I wasn’t too scared. They were so nice to me! I want to go again.

But check this out…I am now the Melania Trump of the Labradoodle world…

If I woof so myself, I’m kinda hot!!!

then how about this…getting ready for dinner with Mommy…

I love my Mommy. I love my president. I wanna be first dog!

OK, no one told me that there’s already another dog at my Forever Home!

She’s kinda big with a huge tail but I think I can doginate her.   As you will see from this picture, I have taken the big dog down and I’m pressing down for a submission….I was going to say, “Just like Ronda Rousey” but she seems to have been all bark and no bite.  Ha ha!

I don’t think I’ll have any trouble from this girl anymore.

BTW, her name is Juliette,  WTP!   I should count myself lucky that I’m not called Desdemona.