Sleep Overs

It has been at least a week since I have written and how much we have to share. A family member came over to visit at least a week ago and she is still here. Now I am pretty sure that it is no different for us canines as it is for you human.

There is the greeting period.

The "how fun to have someone to share everything with" period.

The "okay I have stuff to do get your own life" period.

The "showing off by demanding all of Mom's attention" period.

The "good Lord, your still here?" period.

Why is it that when they are not with us, we get all excited to see them come? And after awhile we get all excited to see them leave? And when they are gone we will be all excited to see them return?

What is the trick to being happy with the now. Heck, I thought us dogs were suppose to be good at that? All I can see now, is yellow. We even sleep together.

I shall do as you humans must have to do, I will give recognition only to the good.

THIS IS SHAINA AND WE ARE ENJOYING AN EARLY EVENING NAP IN THE OFFICE. LIFE IS GOOD!

Emma Zen

A Life Question is Answered....

Did you know that we are not afraid of anything. We just have no knowledge or experience of whatever it is we think we are afraid of.

So I listened to the noise it made first. Then I listen to my humans who said I would be okay. I sat on it with out it moving or being turned on. Then when I got comfortable I even eat some cheese on it before we went up...

After I knew the in's and out's, I wasn't afraid of the up's and down's!

WOW.. Now that is a statement, there it is out of the mouth's of canines: Life's Answer to How to overcome your fears?

That is my Mom and I 26 feet in the air

Be persistant

Notice the few attempts to learn to learn blogger from a mobile direction? Well for everyone one you see there are 4 that didn't make it this far.

This is a lesson in try and try again, persistence pays..

I wanted a biscuit the other day so I sat by the cookie jar. When that didn't work I went a push my Dad with my nose and then went over and sat by the cookie jar. And when that didn't work I laid down by the cookie jar and the right when he looked at me I would give him eyebrows and throw him my poor poor pitiful me look. That failed too and then I just gave up. (thinking maybe this would get me a biscuit!) An hour later, still no biscuit I looked at him and said "bark". Something I have only ever said a couple of times. I GOT A BISCUIT!!!!

See it doesn't matter how often you fail or even feel like you do. What matters is that you keep trying. It turned out to be a fun day of "what makes dad tick!" and now I know how to get a biscuit!