May 2009

Nalla and I just got our own nanny. Her name is Miss Nadene. She’s a very nice lady who runs a pet sitting service near here. Miss Nadene comes to visit us a few times every week.  She plays with us and walks us outside. We walk around the backyard, then the front yard and sometimes in the street. She’s an excellent dog walker. I never pull on the leash when I walk with her. After we walk she takes us back inside and rubs my tummy. 

It’s nice having a nanny. We get so bored sitting around the house all day waiting for mom and dad to come home. I mostly just sleep. Nalla usually finds something to chew on that she shouldn’t. When Miss Nadene comes it breaks the monotony. It’s nice having someone other than Nalla to play with. Before Nalla came along, mom and dad used to take me to daycare once a week. That gave me a chance to play with other dogs and people. But that place was dirty and I was always afraid I’d get fleas from one of those dirty dogs. This is better because I get to stay home.

Miss Nadene is also helping us with our training. Dad is home schooling Nalla and me. So when she comes over she teaches us all the same things like sit, come and stay. So we’re getting better at it.  I like our new nanny.  She’s my best friend.  And as a pet sitter, Nalla and I give her two paws up!

So I was surfing the web the other day, looking for online insurance quotes (yeah, I was really bored) when I came across this interesting blog post. It seems that thousands of humans end up in the hospital each year because they tripped over their dogs. Can you believe that? Those big oafs trip over their poor little dogs and they go to the hospital. What about their dogs? Just look at the angry dog in the picture. As a fellow Pomeranian, I can feel his pain. I read the whole post and it says nothing about what happens to the dogs. It just talks about people breaking bones and going to the emergency room. It’s so one-sided, making the human the victim. The post also refers to an article on an insurance quotes website that talks about the same thing—dogs getting in the way and people tripping over them. Again, the canines are the cause of human suffering. Unbelieveable! So let me give you the story from the dog’s perspective:

You’re curled up on the floor outside the bedroom because you’re not allowed to sleep in the big comfy bed. You manage to get a few minutes of shut-eye during those brief interludes when the big lug isn’t snoring. The snoring stops. As you start to close your eyes you hear something—slippers flapping, floor squeaking… Sasquatch is on the move! Your primordial instincts kick in: Run! You dodge left, then right, then left again. But despite your best moves he keeps coming. Nothing left to do but duck and cover. The rest isn’t pretty. Your seven pound body is no match for those gargantuan hooves. You’re kicked and crushed by a beast 30 times your size. Yet when it’s over, he’s the one lying on the floor wimpering like a puppy because he stubbed his little toe. Oh, boo hoo. Quick, call an ambulance before he cries himself unconscious! But because dogs don’t cry you have to lay on the floor hurting while he gets medical attention.

But is it because you don’t cry or because they can’t afford your health care? Sure, humans get health insurance for themselves all the time, but you don’t hear much about dog insurance. Actually, dog insurance—or more accurately, pet health insurance—is not too expensive and is available at various levels. I have health insurance. And whether you love your pet or you’re just a klutz, I suggest you get some too.

Yesterday was my dad’s birthday.  I don’t know how old he is, but he’s really old.  I’m 2-1/2 so he must be like 10 or something.  I gave him a card.  Mom picked it out, but I signed it.  I wanted to get him something nice like the blue bumpy bone he got me for my last birthday.  But I couldn’t figure out how to get to the store.  Usually we get in the car and it goes there.  When no one was looking I made a run for the garage. I tried getting in the car, but the door wouldn’t open.  So I couldn’t get him a nice present.  But I let him play with one of my squeaky toys.  He seemed to like it.  Nalla gave him a present—her usual package she leaves on the floor for him every night.  Pig.  I told her he wouldn’t like it.  Well, maybe by next year I’ll figure out how to get in the car so I can go to PetsMart and get him a toy.

Simba and Nalla – Easter 2009

This is a little late, but mom wanted me to post our Easter picture.  She got us some silly outfits to wear and put us next to a big stuffed bunny.  How embarrasing.  Nalla looked kind of cute though.  She wore a green and white dress.  I’d never seen her in a dress before.  She looked pretty—just like my mom.  I told Nalla she should wear a dress more often.  She said she’s not the dress wearing type.  Maybe some day when she grows up.