Blog from The Dog

Um, hi guys. This is Chase. The Dog. Notice "The" and "Dog" are capitalized. That's because I'm not just "a dog." I'm "THE Dog!" Mom Lady is cooking dinner while Dad Guy plays on the light up box thing with the clicking. Apparently he finds this fun. This means that Mom Lady's typing box was free...so here I am! I am somewhat hiding under the table so that they don't find me...so far, so good. Inconspicuous, right? Anyway, before they catch me, onward!

So today I made Mom Lady really proud, but I'm not sure why. However, since I ate her shoe the other day, I think a day without any sandal casualties has to make her happy. What? They looked tasty. And you know what? It kinda was. 

But anyway, back to the story. So Mom Lady comes homes and starts to make dinner so that when Dad Guy comes home, they can eat. But first, she fed me. Oh yeah. So after my dinner, Mom Lady starts cleaning up stuff while she is cooking. She likes to do more than one thing at a time. So all of a sudden she gets this really surprised look on her face, and then starts looking at me. I can't tell if this is good or bad, so I just keep looking at her from the couch. Then she calls my name. So duh, I walk over to her. It's gotta be something good right? She keeps saying something about a "flea pill"....whatever that is. Then out of no where, she hands me food! I sniffed it, and it didn't smell like Dad Guy's feet so I've tasted worse. So I ate it. Well as soon as I swallow it Mom Lady starts smiling, and talking to Dad Guy, and petting me and freaking out. Then she gave me treats, which must have really meant I did something good...but I don't know what. I just ate the food she gave me. Oh well. More treats for me. 

So then, she told me to sit. Easy one, Mom Lady, we've been doing this for forever. So I sit. Then, she throws me a curve ball with a "down." This one is new, so it's harder. But the treat is on the ground, so I just flop down on the ground and she gives me the treat. What?! I lay down, I get a treat. I sit, I get a treat. I eat food, I get a treat. I don't know what day it is, but I like it. Every day should be like this! 

 Mom Lady is yelling at Dad Guy to come and eat dinner. Apparently the light up box with the clicker is addicting. She's said his name like 5 times...Maybe she needs to give him more treats so he learns better...I think I'll tell her that. He likes gummy bears, Mom Lady. I think it's a bit weird to eat a bear, but whatever. 

Oh no! Gotta go. I've been spotted!