Image Training

I dreamed that I was going to be exchanged.

Do you know why?

I love training with Mr. K and I enjoy obeying him.

But last time Mr. K asked Mom to train me like he does.

And I was very confused by that because Mom is not a trainer ... Mom is Mom, I thought.

Since I don't look at Mom during training sessions, Mom asked me to look at her next time.

And she threatened to send me overseas if I didn't look at her.

I'm scared.

Tokko: "Why don't do image training with video if you are worried so much?"

Indeed, I'm looking at Mr. K here ...

Yes, here too.

Wait, wait! I need to rewind a bit.

Here, I'm not looking at him!

Tokko: "I think you are."

Am I?

Yes ... I am ...

Tokko: "Mr. K is cool guy."

Tokko! Could you please be more serious for my sake.

I might be exchanged for a handbag dog!

Tokko: "Why don't you just look at Mom next time? Then everything will be OK."

I don't know if I can look at her ...

She should just obey me.

I don't get the point.

I'm depressed.

Letter from Jimmy Mac

I got a e-mail from my older brother Jimmy Mac!

Thank you very much, Woof!

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Hey there Bobby Lee, 

I just watched you again doing your training with Mr. K -- very impressive.  Stand, stay, down.  Those are the hard ones. But I love your wild cool down dance.  You're a swirl-a-ma-gig. On Friday I usually go to the Crescent park with my dog friends, Sammy and Brutus.  June 8, Lola, one of my little-people friends, had a birthday party.  She is crazy about dogs as is her sister, Natalie.  They love me but... they would probably like you even better.  I am very gentle with them and they throw the Chuckit ball for me all the time.  They always ask the Crazy Lady (dmf) very politely first if they can throw the ball.  They love to give me treats too. There was another dog there, a visitor also named Lola, a nine-year-old border collie-type dog but she ran quite fast and loved the Chuckit ball.  She was nice to me too.  I like her a lot more than Stella, who hogs the ball and is very bossy. The party was dog-themed -- the pinata was the head of a dog, the cupcakes had little dogs on them, the plates had dog photos on them.  It was dog heaven. And guess what?  I was very well behaved -- I did not steal any cupcakes or candy. Here are a few photos to give you an idea of the day.Much love and a big woof to you from your older brother, Jimmy Mac

Lola is the little girl in the front wearing a swimsuit and holding a dried chicken jerky treat, which she gave to me. She is a very happy child and I like her a lot.  She doesn't scream or cry or do anything to scare me.  Can you see the Golden Retriever on the birthday plates on the picnic table?

Lauren with her little dog, Ozzie, and Brutus -- waiting for treats. 

Lola swinging a bat at the dog-head pinata. (Maybe they should have made a cat-head pinata!) 

Me and the dog Lola watching for the Chuckit ball

I Walk the Line

Slurp-slurp

Mom: "Ah, you licked!"

What? I'm just looking at it. No licky.

Mom: "Didn't you?"

No, I didn't.

Slurp-slurp.

Mom: "I saw you sticking your tongue out."

No, I was just putting my heavy head on the table. No eaty.

Mom: Hmm?

Slurp-slurp.

Mom: "Yoo-hoo, you can't say 'no licky' and 'no eaty' 

with cottage cheese on your nose."

Mom, believe me, trust me.

Mom: "You big liar!"

Nyaah-nyaah-nyaah-nyaah-nyaah.

Mom: "I'll put the 'return' seal like Papa has on you!"

What does the 'return' seal mean?

Papa: "Well, Mom wants to send me overseas."

Are you going to be dumped by her?

Papa: "Bobby Lee, I might be dumped. Or I might be exchanged for some useful tool. 

That's what she says."

(The red seal says 'Return'.)

(The blue seal says 'Exchange'.)

Mom: "Since Papa was too troublesome, I'm thinking of shipping him overseas."

Papa, are you going to be shipped?

Papa: "Bobby Lee, take care of Mom if I'm gone."

Papa, I can't stand her without you. Don't leave me alone.

Papa: "You have to be a good boy. Otherwise you'll be dumped too."

Mom: "Hey, both of you, stop that soap opera."

Papa: "What?"

Mom: "I won't dump you. OK?"

Papa, we are saved this time.

We shouldn't make her mad ...

Papa: "I'm glad to be able to stay with you and Mom."

Papa and Me: "Never dump us, please!"

My Training with and without Mr. K

Today, I'll show you how good I am with Mr. K.

It is a very long video ... so you don't have to see all of it, although I'm very good.

And one more video for those  of you who have a lot of free time.

I do this exercise after Mr. K's training or after walking with Mom.

For a kind of cooldown.

Some Call It Business

Today, I have no story to tell you, but Mom asked me to write something.

When she says write, I have to write.

When she says 'doo-doo,' I have to do 'doo-doo.'

Well, excuse me.

This is my life as a dog.

I sometimes think that Mom is too much of a micro manager.

Some of my acquaintances can't believe that 

I really do pee-pee and doo-doo on demand.

But then when she says "I love you," I'm so happy and I feel that I 

wanna obey her like Papa does.

Mom: "Bobby Lee, I asked to do your blog. Not 'doo-doo."

Different Strokes for Different Folks

I asked Papa to shoot a video while I show you what I learned from Mr. K.

But Papa made an awful blunder.

So I only have some stills.

OK, look at me.

Mom: "Down."

Yes, Mom.

Mom: "Stay."

Yes, Mom.

I can stay for quite a long time.

Mom: "Weave."

Yes, Mom.

Mom, I have a problem.

Mom: "What, my sweet Bobby Lee?"

Your legs are too short to perform smoothly like with Mr. K.

Mom in a whisper: "Don't say that in front of people! I'll shoot you!"

Bang! Bang, bang!

Ow, ugh~

I'm dying.

Mom: "Good. You might become a cheap actor, boy."

Mom, I wanna become a celebrity! Not a cheap actor.

I won't play with you anymore.

I'll go home!

Mom: "Don't be mad at me, Bobby Lee. Why don't you have some water?"

I don't like you. I'm going home.