Wednesday, August 22, 2012

What's Up With This Chair?

Okay I ask you. Does this look like I'm checking out the chair or does it look like I'm eating the chair? I know I'm only checking it to make sure everything is okay so when dad sits down he won't hurt his little butt, but oh, no, mom and dad both think I'm eating it and forbid me to go near the bottom of the chair any more.


It's hard to be a helper dog when mom and dad doubt everything I do....but because I love them so much, I'm willing to watch over them and I kind of check out things when they're not looking....like what is an electrical socket? Why does the trash stay in a trash bag under the sink? And why do they lock me in the bedroom at night instead of letting me roam the house to guard them?

These are all important questions that need to be answered, but for the life of me, I can't get an answer out of them.

Please say a prayer for them, because they really need my help so much.

Have a great day and sleep tight tonight

Love you all
Yil (Wiley)

Monday, August 13, 2012

Stamp Camp Exhaustion

Well everybody mom and I had a stamp camp this weekend. And it's a good thing I was there to help her. She had those poor women cutting paper and taping it to this other sheet of paper, just working their poor fingers to the bone. And this was suppose to be a relaxing time for them. But the worst part was something mom called embossing powder. She used this powder called sugar and spice from Stampin' Up! and I sweat there were cookies in the house, and I looked and looked but couldn't find them anywhere. I think it was really a cruel trick and I was not happy. So when everybody left mom and I had a long talk and she sort of explained it to me. I'm not sure if I believed her, so I bit her toe really hard while we were playing. That will teach her huh!
Well everybody I got to get going. Mom is suppose to be working, and I gotta get some rest.
Love you all and blessing
Yil (Wiley) 371

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I'm an ADD Dog

Hi Everybody
Well I think I am a very smart dog. I listen to mom and dad, and I even sleep by myself. But for some reason, mom thinks I have ADD which she says stands for Attention Dog Disorder. I say it stands for A Darling Dog. Please let us know what you think.....Hopefully I'll win.
This picture was taken a couple of days ago while Dad, Mom and me walked along Sand Creek. I'm sure it is a wonderful place, but for a 6 month old, it's really scary. There are snakes and everything,  Plus it's not easy protecting 2 people who just walk and talk and never pay attention to where they are going. You think at their age, they'd learn to pay attention so they don't hurt themselves

This weekend, mom is having her 2nd half of her stamp camp for this month. Last week was really fun, but I'm not sure how it works yet. Girls come and eat, and laugh and talk and make these cards that they think are so cute. The cards look kind of girlie to me, but I guess that's what they want.

And, now it's time to sleep, so sleep tight and blessings to everybody

Love you all
Yil (Wiley)371
If you need mom for any card information, her e-mail is LDEstampin@yahoo.com
or you can call her if you have her phone no.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Back to School

What is it with mom and dad sending me to school for another 6 weeks. Don't they know I am already really smart? I know how to do all the important tasks in life, so I say this training has got to go.
Each week Mom comes home early and we get a lot of quality time. We play and play and play. Sometimes I get a little rough and she starts screaming like crazy. It just makes me play rougher. I kind of get to pay her back for sending me to that school.
Well I promise I'll write more later and add a photo but until then, blessings
Yil (Wiley) 371

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

I'm 6 Months Old Tomorrow

This is me celebrating early my 6 month birthday. I know everybody thinks I'm not old enough, but believe me, if I can graduate from Puppy Training 101 one day, and have 2 teeth pulled and be neutered the next, I'm old enough to have a drink every once in a while.
Tomorrow I promise I will be sober and be able to continue my daily classes with dad. He really just works me to death. It's train, train, train, Sit, Stay, Watch Me. Does he think I'm gonna forget those commands? I've only had them drilled into my head for the last 8 weeks. Before I was barely out of diapers and I didn't even have my first hair cut and I knew this stuff like the back of my paw.

But....I promise you I don't have a drinking problem. It's an empty bottle of water and I use it to chew on because I am still teething. And on top of that, you know how bad you feel the next day when you have been drinking too much. It's not a fun experience I've heard.


Well Blessings to Everybody and sleep tight
Love You All
Yil (Wiley)371