My pal, Boomer!

My very good friend, Boomer, from Fairbanks, Alaska has started HIS own blog, too. I just finished reading it and he has a really interesting life. It's a big Yorkie world out there, and we each have a story to tell. Boomer was a rescue. The more I hear about rescue dogs, the more I know I'm really REALLY lucky to have been adopted like I was.

Today, I watched some TV, and I tried to be like Lassie and grab my mom's hand to take her outside. The main problem is that there are about 2 feet between my tail and the floor if I have her hand in my mouth. So either I am kicking air OR I'm in her lap with a mouth full of hand. I am NOT big enough to be a Lassie dog and I don't think I'm going to try any more. So I attempted to communicate with her verbally.

Yes, I know I'm using big words. She says I should expand my vocabulary. Only when I talk, it mostly sounds like "errr-ruuurrrr" and "wurff?". Still, I did get her to get up and go to the door. AND, after a bit of "communicating", she actually picked up my leash and took me out. I go on the leash after dark in case there are any owls flying about.

I don't think she likes it much when I hop off the back of the chair anymore. Today I got caught around my middle, and then by the hairs on my rumpus. She held fast to me for a bit before she let me go, all the time saying "No, Mary-Margaret! You STOP that!". I was more gentle the next few times and she didn't complain too much. I think it's more HOW I hop off, and I should not extend my toe nails out so far. Otherwise it hurts her. You learn something new every day.

That's about it for a lazy Sunday. Hope you all had a good weekend. I'm looking forward to checking Boomer's blog out every day now. His mom is doing a really good job of teaching Boomer to type.

Love, Mary-Margaret