coffee and cream

One of my favorite things to do is to run around the perimeter of the house with the big dope and Reagan. While it is fun, it is still strenuous for me. My legs are still pretty short and I cannot keep up with the big dope. How embarrassing is that? So, it's strenuous and embarrassing. Everyone can outrun the big dope. Except me. Reagan is always way out in front and she keeps coming back to see where we are and taunt us. So, of course, like any athlete I now have some goals. My long term goal is to be faster than Reagan. That will be tough, because she is pretty fast and I think I haven't seen her top speed yet. My short term goal is to run faster than the big dope. I have been told by my running coach (the big dope) that you should always set easy short term goals and progressively harder goals to get to the long term goal. I don't know what to do about that. I don't know anyone else except the sweetheart and she doesn't run. It's a pretty long gap between the big dope and Reagan. Massive, in fact. I should have the big dope with his hands on his knees by the weekend.

I like to stop about 2/3 of the way around the house to take a leak. That always surprises the big dope, even though I do it about every time. Since I am on a leash, he can feel me holding him back when it happens and he turns around and says something stupid, like, "Hey, wha..." Then he sees me peeing and he gets all like, "Good Bronwyn, that's a good girl." Peeing always impresses the big dope. He makes a big deal about that every time. So does the sweetheart. I usually even get a cookie, as long as I am outside when I do it. If I am inside, they still make a big deal, but I am not a rock star anymore. I think I am getting it, but sometimes, I just have to go, you know?

Here is a picture of me with St. Francis of Assisi:

This picture was taken last Sunday. I am going to try to post picture of me with my favorite saint every week. That should give all of you some idea of my growth progress. I am now up to 13.5 pounds and the sweetheart is starting to have trouble picking me up. But I still fit quite nicely on her lap. And I don't mean to imply that she has a big lap, for those of you out there wondering if I am now in the doghouse.

The weekend was gorgeous. I played outside a lot on both Saturday and Sunday. Here are some pictures of me outside:

Me getting ready to bite Reagan Yeah, I'm cute.

But it wasn't all fun and games outside. On Saturday, the big dope put a Gentle Leader on my face. He was pretty tricky about it. He stuck a treat in the loop that goes over my nose and I went for it. Next thing I knew, I had this gizmo on my face. It didn't hurt, but it pissed me off. I just didn't like the feel of it. I spent a long time trying to get it off and generally indicating my disapproval to the big dope. He didn't care. He let me try to get it off for awhile, then he said, "Let's go." And gave a tug. Well, I went. But I still kept trying to get it off. I have a feeling you will be hearing more about this. If I can find where he is keeping it, I will hide it from him...or chew it into little bits...or just swallow it completely so that I have to go in to the vets and have it surgically removed from my stomach. That'll teach him.

Another thing about Saturday. The big dope was watching the NCAA tournament while Reagan and I were wrestling on the floor in front of him in the family room. You know, my room. Well, Reagan bit me something fierce. No blood or anything, but boy, was I surprised. I didn't know she had it in her. I've pretty much been running that show until now. I let out a yelp like you wouldn't believe. I probably jumped about three feet in the air and shot off to the couch, jumped over the pillow that was supposed to block my entrance, and, next thing I knew, I was behind the couch. By the time the big dope, reacted, I was gone. He came over, stood there, and just looked stupid, as usual. He might have been wondering if I disappeared into thin air. That was the look on his face. Then he figured out I was either behind the couch or nowhere and he let me out. Believe me, I wasn't coming out of there without him around.

Here are some more pictures of me outside on Sunday:

Me chewing on a stick

Me just being cute, as usual.

On Sunday, the big dope was watching the Cavs beat the crap out of the Pistons (scroll down to find the Pistons). I am only ten weeks old and I already can't get enough of that. He told me that there are few things in the world that make him happier than watching the Pistons get kicked by the Cavs. He remembers the day, not so very long ago, when the Pistons were the 'bad boys' and were almost unbeatable by the Cavs. Not so much anymore! The Cavs have now beaten them in two straight playoff series and have beaten them in eleven straight games, counting three regular season games last year, the playoffs last year and four regular season games this year. There won't be any more opportunities for the Cavs to beat the Pistons until next season. That's right, for all you Piston fans out there: no playoffs for you this year. That's almost as cool as North Carolina not making the NCAA men's basketball tournament. How cool was that? The only thing that could possibly be cooler would be for the North Carolina women's soccer team to fail to make the NCAA tournament. Never mind that, I just want them to stop winning the whole thing. It is so annoying that they win every year. It reminds me of UCLA basketball from the sixties and seventies.

Getting back to the Cavs from my little ramble. Here is an interesting little tidbit from the Pistons game. LeBron was not the leading scorer in that game. In fact, he did not lead the team in scoring, assists or rebounding in that game. That is the first time he did not lead the team in at least one of those categories since March 21, 2009. That is a whole year. Pretty amazing.

And don't worry. Reagan and I are getting along again. Which means, of course, that I am back in charge.