First Day at School

How many of you remember your first day at school? Raise your paw if you do.  Well mine was just this past Saturday.  Mommy and daddy tried to get me excited about it all but I was a bit unsure.

I am starting to put some pieces together; getting in the car does not always mean we are headed to the park.

So we arrive at this new place in Nashville that I will also refer to as "a den of terror."  I am herded inside where I am greeted by this very outgoing little dog named Copper.  He seemed harmless enough and I thought I must be assigned to a small class for the gifted and talented puppies.  But then I am carried by daddy down to this other area where all "you know what" breaks lose.

Puppies everywhere!!  Some liked the front of me...others seemed to want to know what my fluffy butt smelled like.  How rude!  It was obvious that some in the class were not that gifted so now I am realizing I am in this class with ALL of these pups.  UGH!  Quiet place...take me to my quiet place.

Mommy and daddy kept trying to encourage me to play with the other pups, but I was having none of it.  So daddy makes this video to show how my first day really went...in a nutshell.

To be continued...

My New Pen Pal

Yes...that's right.  I have my first pen pal buddy.  He is a shaggy sheepdog just like me.  My daddy says I am too young to get too serious so we are just buddies.  But he is soooo cute!  And I hope he takes this the right way, but he also has a very nice tail. Woooof!!

His name is Boots and he lives in the UK so I call him my "mate."  Mommy and daddy had two other OES's for a long time and it broke their heart when they lost them to old age.  It has been over three years since they lost Belvedere and 4 since they lost Lady Abigail.  I think it took this long for their heart to heal.  Boots and his loving spirit showed them it was time for me so thank you Boots ole buddy! :)

This is a picture of him in his dapper scarf.  Isn't he something?

I think you should check out his Facebook page and also follow him on Twitter.  He and I tweet each other now.  If I could text...I would be doing that too, but daddy says it is too expensive.  Here is his info so you can follow along on his journey as well.

Boots Facebook Page
Boots Twitter Account

Did I mention that he is a show dog as well??  Yep...I have good taste in furry friends. :)

Meet Mommy and Daddy

I feel like I need to give a brief description of who my mommy and daddy are.

Most of you have already seen a picture of my daddy.  This is the picture of him that I posted a few days ago.  This is the "pre me peeing on his thigh" photo.

Had he known what was coming, he might have decided to not pick me up and put me in his lap.  But hindsight is 20/20.  Daddy works from home in a travel business (from what I have overheard) which means he gets to be with me most of the day.  I think he had a nice office set up upstairs in my new home, but my desire to lay on the cool hardwood floors has convinced him to move his office to the kitchen table.  He is a bit of complainer because I keep hearing him tell mommy that his butt hurts from sitting on the hard kitchen chairs all day.  He also tells me to "shoosh" when the phone rings, but little does he know that I don't have a clue what "shoosh" means.

But don't I look much happier down here than I would be laying around in his nice carpeted office?

Mommy is a sweetheart.  She was the one cuddling me and telling me it was all going to be ok once I entered the den of terror (i.e. the Vet's office).  This is her doing what she does best...giving me love and attention.

Mommy has a job outside the home and has to leave me for a long time.  It saddens me to see her leave everyday.  

But you should see me when she returns.  I let her know, without any doubt, how much I have missed her.  She lets me hang out with her in the mornings in the bathroom while she is getting ready for work.  I know she must be very smart.  She dresses fancy for her job compared to my daddy.  That is all I am going to say about that.

Well...that is them in a nutshell.  Daddy does most of the typing for me so far because naturally I do not know how to type.  Not yet anyways.  Mommy and Daddy are taking me to some sort of training class this weekend.  I am hoping it offers typing lessons.  Not sure what else will be included, but that may be what I post next.  So stay tuned...

Let's Talk Toys

Hello my fellow furry friends!

Let's chat about toys.  I have only been prancing around on this thing they call planet earth for about 13 1/2 weeks now.  In that short amount of time, I have already discovered that I like to chew, chase and toss certain things about.  Mommy and daddy refer to them as my toys.  In fact, the phrase in which I hear that word the most is, "No Maude..No!  Chew on this instead.  It's your toy."  Ok...still not sure what all that means, but these things called toys are pretty fun.  I have a bunch and they seem to be scattered all over this big ole house.  

I say all of that to say...I find myself being drawn to 3 toys in particular.  I run upstairs to this area that they are trying to keep me in for "playtime" and I usually run first for this one.

It should be obvious by the picture that I tend to give this toy the business.  Cool thing is that mommy and daddy even toss up across the room and allow me to pounce on it as if it is a neighborhood cat.  No offense to anyone who might be a cat.  But again...I have this weird desire to chase or bark at one.  No idea where that is coming from.  Nevertheless, I digress.  This hairy ball is for sure a fav of mine.

The next one I usually try to pounce on is this one.

My aunt Kelli and cousin Buster got this one for me.  I have tried and tried to get to it's insides (I know that makes me look like a meanie, but come on, its a toy).  It is a tough little piggy.  So usually I resort to chomping and chewing on its tail.  Do you notice that there is not much of a tail left. Teehee!

And the third one that has become my "downstairs toy" is this one.

My new friend Jenn brought this to me.  She is a very nice friend of mommy and daddy's.  At first I thought...yay a pink one!  Then I thought...what is it and what I am supposed to do with it?  Mommy waisted a lot of peanut butter trying to get me to play with it, but honestly, she was just wasting my daddy's favorite lunch condiment.  It is rubbery and...BOUNCY!  I can pick it up and toss it all by myself and then go chase it all by myself.  I treat it like a small varmint and sneak up on it and then POUNCE!!  Can you tell that I like to pounce??

Well...those are my fav toys so far.  Just wanted to share that with you.  What are some of yours?  Maybe I can get mommy and daddy to go out and spend some more money and buy me one or two...or three or four. :)

Oh...and here is a picture I took after I convinced daddy to let me up on the bed.  Then the goofball photo bombed me.  I will be more careful the next time.

Meeting Dr "McDreamy"

Guess I should share an experience I had just this past Friday.  Mommy told me that it was time to meet the man that would be making sure I grow up to be big and healthy.  She said his name is Dr Fly, but I heard her tell someone else that she thinks he is also Dr "McDreamy."  At first I had no idea what that meant.  But then he walked into the room at his office and wowser, I now know what mommy was saying.

But before I get into that, I guess I should back up and tell you about a little incident that took place a few moments before that.  Ok...don't judge, but it was my very first visit to what they call a "Vet's office."  Something inside me told me to be scared as soon as I heard those 2 words.  Not sure why, but it did.  So mommy and daddy loaded me in the car and I immediately got excited.  Again...for some reason, I thought the car meant we were headed to the nearest park so I could romp about and play.

But imagine my surprise when we pulled into a parking lot and there was this scary looking brick building with other dogs coming out wearing funny things on their heads or some looking like their butts had been prodded and stuck. I knew right away, this was not going to be a fun place for me. So mommy and daddy had to pick me up and carry me in because I refused to voluntarily cross the threshold and enter the den of terror.

Daddy tried to comfort me and tell me it was going to be ok, but that had no effect.  I tried to let them know of my disapproval immediately by dropping a small poopie on the floor as soon as we entered.  I thought for sure that at least mommy would be horrified and embarrassed enough to turn around and take me home. But no!  So then I felt I had to try another approach and hide under some chairs.  Maybe out of sight out of mind?  But no!  Some straggly-haired mutt gave away my location after he came into the same room I was in.  He looked upset from something that had taken place behind another set of doors and I felt like he was just taking out on me by sniffing under the chair and making everyone else look at me.  I gave him a verbal "what-for" but by then it was too late.  Daddy grabbed me and set me on his lap.

Well...I was running out of defensive options.  Daddy was doing a pretty good job of trying to calm me down.  But then the last straw happened.  Some really chatty guy (even more chatty than my daddy) kept looking at me and asking questions about me and then made an aggressive move to try to touch me.  The nerve! Well that was it.  The only option left in my arsenal was to do something that I was positive would get me a quick ticket out of there and back home where I could run to the safety of my crate.

As the man touched my nose, I slowly started to pee-pee on my daddy's leg.  It took daddy a minute, but I soon heard him tell mommy, "My leg is warm, I think she just peed."  You were right daddy...I peed on your leg, now get me home!

But again...NO!!  I was in shock.  I thought that there would be no way he would want to stick around now that his thigh was soaked in puppy pee.  But he and mommy were determined to get me in to see Dr Fly.  I think it was just so mommy could get a peak at the good Dr again.  I tried two more times.  Daddy stood up to carry me through the set of even scarier doors and I tried again my drizzling some pee down the front of his sweater.  Didn't work.  He then handed me to a stranger who took me away for a moment and sat me down on some cold metal looking thing and then made some comment about my weight.  How rude!  So I decided to let her have it too and I peed down the front of her scrubs.  I knew I wasn't going home anytime soon so I honestly was doing that just to show how unhappy I was.

So that is really my story.  To sum it up, Dr Fly came in.  He has really nice hands, if you know what I mean.  He was cuter than I had pictured.  Overall everyone was very nice to me, but how was I to know that ahead of time?

And I learned a valuable lesson.  Never pee on the person who you then have to ride home with in the car.  Daddy stunk!

Bloglovin should be called Puppylovin'

So.. my Aunt Kelli from Seriously..I think it needs stitches told me about this Bloglovin' weird claim your blog thing, so I have to paste a code here, to claim my own blog.  Does that make sense?  I mean, why can't I just pee on it?  Oh well, here goes..

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Hmm! Seems that all it did was make a way for you to follow me via Bloglovin.  Oh well.  That's good I guess.. the more the merrier.. every dog likes to be part of a pack.  Some of us even like to herd the pack. 

Hugs & Kisses,
Maude

p.s. Would you like to see another pic from my portfolio? (my mom and dad sure do swoon a lot.. does anyone know what that is about?)
p.p.(ha!)s.  I am going to join in this thing called the Monday Mischief Blog Hop..even though I am just starting my online diary, and don't have too many mischievous things to report (my mom and dad might disagree) so that I can make some new friends, as I miss all of my litter mates. Come on friends!  Join the Maude-Squad. Rowoof!

Hi...My Name is Maude

Dear nice people who may read my blog, Let me introduce myself. My name is Maude. I am an Old English Sheepdog. Some of you may have never heard of my breed. Some of the "older" folks out there may recognize my fellow "OES's" from movies such as "The Shaggy Dog" or the "Shaggy DA." Others of you who grew up watching old Warner Brothers cartoons, like my daddy, may remember the sheepdog with all of the hair in his eyes who kept a close eye on the flock of sheep as the not-so-smart" coyote tried to carry one off. As that coyote learned the hard way...we can still see through all of that hair in our eyes so don't try to sneak up on me and steal any of the many toys that my parents have lavished me with since I joined their home last week.

 So anyways...that is who I am and what I am.

 Let me tell you about my new mommy and daddy. They are very nice, sweet people who must have had 2 OES's in the past because they keep telling me stories of 2 dogs named Belvy and Abby (formally Belvedere and Abigail). Those were two lucky dogs if they were treated half the way that I have been treated since arriving into their Tennessee home. They had a new bed waiting for me in the car when they picked me up and there was even a bag of new toys...I am talking a LOT of new toys. I don't have the heart to tell them that I really prefer shoe laces and articles of clothing that they tend to carelessly leave lying around within grabbing distance.

 They keep kissing on me and hugging me, but their favorite phrase they keep using is "no Maude." Not sure yet what that means but if they said it once, they have said it a thousand times already. It usually is right after I have decided to empty my very small bladder in spot that took me several sniffs to choose. Anyways...this is just a brief intro into who I am. If you want to follow along as I grow and mature, please do so. I will try to fill you in along the way on any adventures I may have or heaven forbid, any mishaps. So for now...have a nice day.

Love you all,
Maude