Uptown Dog

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Hello There 2012

2011 was a great year, but it ended on a soggy note…because Mom decided that I needed a bath. She always tries to convince me that it’s just like getting a belly rub, except with a little soap and water. It’s true, I love a good massage – but I also hate being wet. That cold slippery feeling is so unpleasant! Plus, I hate smelling like soap. After I get out of the bath, I have to completely re-groom myself so that I can get rid of that “clean” scent.

 

On the bright side, baths make my fur really soft. I feel like a puppy again! I was in a much better mood after I finished drying off, so I busted out my Dog Perignon to ring in the new year. After that, things got a little wild! I danced with Mom and Dad to “Uptight (Everything’s Alright)” by Stevie Wonder and “Another Day” by Jamie Lidell.

As we counted down the final seconds of 2011, I thought about all the great things that happened to me this year. My Mom and Dad got married, we moved to New York City, I went to my first baseball game, and I overcame my fear of pumpkins. And I almost forgot…I started my own blog! I can only speculate what 2012 will bring, but just I have a feeling it’s going to be a good year for us.

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Trip to the pumpkin patch with Auntie Elle

I have been spending a lot of time with my Auntie Elle lately, because she just got back from living abroad. I love her because she doesn’t skimp on the belly rubs, and she takes me for long walks in the forest near our apartment. She even lets me off the leash so I can sniff whatever I want! That forest is a treasure trove of smells.

In October we celebrated Auntie Elle’s birthday with a trip to the pumpkin patch. My Mom wasn’t sure how I would react to this new place, because in the past I have been very apprehensive around pumpkins. There’s just something suspicious about their lack of expression. And unlike basketballs, which are also orange and round, they don’t roll or bounce. They just sit there waiting for you to let your guard down so they can attack. I’m scared of basketballs too, but at least when they stop moving I can relax for a minute.

After observing pumpkins in their natural environment, I realized they are nothing to be scared of. They look so helpless strewn about in a field with dirt all over them.

Now that I’ve conquered my fear of pumpkins, I don’t have to dread Halloween anymore! Oh wait…

Take me out to the ballgame

One of my favorite memories from living in D.C. is going to Pups at the Park at Nationals Stadium.

A baseball game might not seem like the best place for a dog. It’s crowded, hectic, and dogs really don’t have the attention span to follow the action.

But, Mom and Dad let me eat an entire hot dog, so now baseball is my favorite sport! We don’t have any pictures of the hot dog because I ate it too quickly. Instead, here’s a shot of me enjoying the game from Dad’s lap.

I had my own seat, but why sit by yourself when Mom and Dad are around?

My friend Riley

After we move to New York, one of the friends I’ll miss the most is Riley. This post is dedicated to her. 

When her Mom and Dad go out of town, Riley gets to stay at our apartment. She might be three times my size, but that doesn’t get in the way of some serious roughhousing!

Here’s Riley and me at the dog park:

And here we are relaxing on the couch:

Uptown Dog’s Debut

Mom got the blog started – now it’s my turn to take over!

I’m moving into a swanky 500 square foot apartment on the Upper East Side, so you probably think I’m a big deal. But I wasn’t always so fortunate. To understand my leash on life, you’ll have to learn more about where I came from.

Mom and Dad found me at a Petsmart adoption day in Nashville, Tennessee. The rescue organization that brought me there said I came in with a few other rescues from Georgia. The details from my puppy days are a bit hazy, so I don’t remember my real mom or any of my brothers and sisters. Maybe this blog will help me find them.

Here’s a picture of me from Petfinder, before I found a home with Mom and Dad:

At the time, my Mom was going to graduate school and she lived far away from my Dad. He was visiting that weekend, so the two of them brought me home, where I immediately made myself comfortable on the couch. I was in charge of the place in about 5 minutes:

But the next day, my Dad had to go back to his job in Baltimore, Maryland. For two years it was just me and Mom, and I didn’t get to see my Dad that much. I honestly wasn’t sure if the guy even liked me, because we would have so much fun together, and then he would just leave! But then I realized….it’s impossible not to like me. So I knew my Dad’s absence was due to circumstances beyond my control. This was a very important turning point in my young life.

After my Mom finished school, we moved out to Washington, D.C. so we could be closer to Dad. That’s when they decided to get married so the three of us could be together all the time. In case you haven’t figured this out yet – all of their life decisions revolve around me, because I’m in charge, and that’s just how it works.

Even though I have been living in a big city for almost two years, moving to New York is going to be an adjustment. We live in a very grassy part of town near the National Cathedral. My Mom listens to a lot of popular music, and I have heard New York referred to as a “concrete jungle.” This gives me some concern….where am I supposed to pee?

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