Here I am. Sitting in Dirt. Again.
I'm Happy Now, but I won't Be Come Bath Time.
Sometimes, I decide the best place for me to sit is right in dirt so I can instantly get filthy. This way, I require a bath every single week. I like baths because then I can run around like a maniac and rub my body against anything that has the slightest ability to absorb water. Or not. I’m happy to rub myself against the walls too I guess.
To really solidify the bath this weekend, I also rolled around in a berry bush today and got purple stains all over my paws. I pranced in to show David and he loved it just as much as I expected. He exclaimed, “LOOK AT YOU! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO MAKE YOURSELF PURPLE!” Which, obviously, is a sign of a job well done.
I award myself a gold star for today.
Yes, you are lucky I can't dress you up.
This is officially as close as you will ever get me to look like Mr.Winkle. TRUST ME. Story here is David decided to shrink one of his sweater’s down to Razz size. And, once it was Razz size, he declared, “Razz shall wear this!” Great. Just what I want. The look above is pure sarcasm if you can’t tell. I hate this.
It’s been a few months since my last posting. The big news of the day is I completed my first level of agility training! I loved it and I was really pretty good at it. It was actually a little scary at first. There was a big tube that I swear I saw dogs go into and NEVER come out of. And, after I noticed this, David on cue says “Hey Razz! Go ahead! Go on in!” Then he’s surprised when I’m skeptical about the whole situation.
In other news, David has recently started feeding me in the bedroom in the morning and in the sun room in the afternoon. I cleverly noticed that to accomplish this, he’s able to MOVE my food bowl with seemingly no effort from room to room.
Curious.
Tonight I tried it myself. Guess what. It works. It works SO well that I decided to walk around with my food bowl proudly all night. I went to surprise David of the discovery, but the surprise was ruined when I bumped my way into the living room and he heard me coming. The problem there being I’ve only figured out how to hold the food bowl in such a way that it covers my face and eyes. He wasn’t as excited as I’d anticipated. Not sure why.
razz
I’m writing today to report the completion of my second obedience class. Above is a photo of me with my game face on immediately prior to winning the class obedience challenge. It was a relay race that I was able to complete in blazing fast 34 seconds. Well. It actually would have been about 25 seconds but I spent some time goofing around at the last stage of the course…hopefully video of that will be posted soon.
I should be starting my third obedience class in January - but better yet I will also be starting my first agility class as well. This despite the fact that David calls me the clumsiest border collie he’s ever seen. I’m actually tired of hearing it. I can’t walk into an occasional table without the big eye roll and, “my god you are the clumsiest border collie of all time!” Or I can’t try and drag a my dog bed across the floor and trip over my own paws absent a sarcastic, “Really? Dogs trip over their own paws?” AND THEN I’ll eat one of his ties and he’ll get all huffy and wonder why I did it.
He’s threatening to post a video of me getting a bath. INSIDE. In a BATHTUB. I was and am not pleased.
razz
