I Hate 'Good' Dogs

I'm sorry for my long absence.

I was going to blog after visiting the JKC (Japan Kennel Club) training competition last Saturday.

I thought that the event would give me a lot of stories,

but for some reason I was so tired after the event.

Actually not only me but also Mom and Papa, all three of us are still so tired.

I don't know why, but we just feel deep emptiness.

Maybe it is because:

All dogs were so well behaved and very smart looking and no dogs were like me.

I was only the dog who was very excited and pulled my people to chase other dogs.

My Mr. K was walking with two little dogs, and it broke my heart.

He always asked me to walk on the side of him, but the two little dogs were ahead of Mr. K. and the dogs said that "we are living with Mr. K!"

What a shock!

In short, I don't have any interesting stories.

The below are all meaningless shots.

Well behaved dog one.

Well behaved dog two.

Many well behaved dogs.

Actually Mom, Papa and even Mr. K put me into a dog house.

My stay in the dog house was planned before the event!

They knew that I would be too excited and so they put me into the dog house.

I was shocked indeed.

I pretended that I was OK in the house, but you can imagine how I felt in the dog house listening to all the well behaved dogs' laughing voices, Mom and Papa and Mr. K's chatting ... etc.

I'm sorry for my very sad story.

Mom and Papa have been talking about whether or not I can become a good boy

 and join the competition one day.

I don't know what to think.

Emptiness.

Papa ...

Tokko ...

Mom ...

Do you still love me?

Mom and Papa: "What do you think, silly boy!"

Doggin' It

I asked Mom to find photos for my blog.

I expected that the scenes where I was bored in my position and they were still watching 

some TV drama would let you all know how my people were bad for me!

But what she chose were these.

These are all from the day before yesterday!

Mom: "Don't complain about us. Just start your blog!"

All right ...

I was here in Aoyama Park with my people.

As you seen, it was a fun time for me. 

Fetching a ball.

It's my job.

I like to put my face in deep in the water, woof!

Tokko has no ability to throw the ball.

She always say, I'll throw the ball, but then she just drops it only 1 to 3 meters away.

That's OK. I don't want to hurt her feelings, so I pretend to enjoy fetching (the dropped ball).

With Mom. She is so so.

Usually, she dresses up like Mr. K, but no ... no, no, she is not at all like him.

But I'm a good dog, so I respect her feelings and act like I do with Mr. K.

She says "Fetch!" and I do fetch, although I do even if she doesn't say anything.

She should know that I'm a retriever.

Hi, Mom. I got it!

I know that you want me to put the ball on your left, right?

Here you are.

Please throw it again.

I love fetching the ball.

Fun, fun, fun.

I don't leave the ball even when I'm having water.

Woof! I'm happy!

My people were saying that I look like a brown rat.

I don't know what they meant.

It was a wonderful day.

But don't forget, this is the scene from the day before yesterday.

They were watching 'Breaking Bad' all day yesterday.

And today, I went out with Mom and Papa to the Hiroo area, and I walked with Mom to the Ebisu area.

I know that now is the time to wait in my house alone while they go church in Roppongi.

Not only that, actually I know that they'll eat sushi on the way home all by themselves without me.

That's OK, I'm a dog.

Me First!

Papa, I'm hungry.

Papa: "Wait for Mom. She gonna fix our breakfast."

I'm starving.

Mom, where are you?

I'm dying.

Papa: "I'm starving too. Where is she?"

I found her, Papa.

Papa: "Bobby Lee, your fault! She is picking up your doo-doo."

"What?"

Mom: "Bobby Lee, you don't have to hide. It is not your fault. Papa is mean."

Papa: "Mom is always indulges you, Bobby Lee."

Mom, I'm sorry for saying this while you are taking care of my thing ...

But we are hungry.

Mom: "OK. I'll come up soon. Wait."

Papa, she said that she was coming soon ... but she didn't come.

It's Mom!

Mom, please give me mine first.

Papa: "Me, me me first!"

A Lark in the Park

I went out with my favorite people — Papa, Mom and Tokko!

I'm happy happy ~

Woof woof.

With Mom.

They were saying that "Sakura are beautiful, but I don't understand what that means."

I wonder if it is tasty.

I also went to Arisugawa Park — my one of favorite places recently.

I was petted by a young couple.

I pretended to be petted, but I was actually eating good stuff desperately.

And they finally told Mom "He is eating!"

Damn it!

Mom: "Hey, you! You can't say things like that!"

I drank water — I'm good at drinking like this.

With Papa.

I'm sorry, somehow this blog has no point.

So I'll show my accomplishments for the ending.

Sorry if you are having dinner,

but I really relished eating this!

Problems of Adolescence

When Papa eats, he often drop something good.

I have to search for it.

Didn't you drop anything today?

When Mom came up and saw me and Papa, she screamed and ran from us ...

Mom, what's wrong with us?

Mom: Wha ... wha ... what were you doing?!

I don't know what you are asking, Mom.

Mom: "You seemed that you are putting your head between his ..."

Yes, Mom.

I thought that Papa might have dropped something, 

but he didn't drop anything today.

Ah, Mom ...　You may be thinking...

Mom is very dirty-minded.

I'm a straight guy, Mom.

Mom: "No, no ... I ... I just ..."

Mom, I like girls. Don't worry.

I wonder why Mom is so stupid, but I like her very much.

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Ha, Mom.

Mom, you are wrong.

When I'm happy, mine goes out all by itself.

 Papa, I think we should quit this.