Lily and I went on a walk with our parents a couple of weeks ago, and decided that we officially love fall as much as my mom does. We had so much fun frolicking in the crunchy leaves…it was the best walk ever. We even made this short little video to remember our mini adventure!
My sister tried to put me in a Halloween costume. I was less than thrilled about it. At first when she brought it out, I tried to eat it so that they wouldn’t be able to put it on me. But after awhile, I gave in. They insisted I try it. See Lily watching me? So embarrassing.
I made it really difficult on her by freezing up my whole body. I don’t think I like costumes. Not this one anyway. I think I look pretty ridiculous as Spider-Man.
I’m pleading for mercy.
A few weeks ago they made me dress up like Superdog.
I do look pretty good as Superdog.
It gave me super Matrix-like powers over Lily.
But she’s a toughie. She fought back and hissed at me.
Maybe because she is a girl but Lily likes to dress up. See her toothless grin? She doesn’t even care if she looks ridiculous. HAHAHAH!!! She allowed them to dress her up as a COW of all things (HAHAHAHAHA, I can’t stop laughing). I was going to blackmail her with the pictures but then she proceeded to show off for the camera. She was posing and smiling and looking all cute and stuff.
She is a pretty cute cow, I think.
Happy Halloween, from Lily and me!
Hey guys. It’s me, Jack. I found this picture of myself and I thought…hey. I’m pretty cute. And fluffy.
Then I found a picture of someone else cute and fluffy. My little sister Lily.
Here’s us with Earl. Earl isn’t fluffy, and to be honest, I don’t think many would say he’s cute. His shirt is too short and there are flames on his shorts. And he has chest hair. It’s weird. But we accept him the way he is.
When Lily first met Earl, they were the same size. Lily was a pipsqueak. A shrimp. Now Earl’s the shrimp.
One of the last things I want to say today is…do you like my Facebook page and my Instagram? I post pictures there a lot that you don’t see on my blog. Lily doesn’t have one but I post pictures of her too.
Here’s my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/jack.goldendoodle.
And here’s my Instagram: http://instagram.com/jacktheinspiredgoldendoodle
Thanks for being my fans :)
PS: The previous photos were shot in Earl’s prime…before the unfortunate incident with his foot. You can read about Earl’s foot here.
My mom likes it when I go to the hairdresser to get my hair washed and cut. I understand why…I mean, when you’re the Pup of the Year, you have to look your very best. The ladies at the salon are really nice but usually they have to carry me in because I’m kind of nervous sometimes. I used to be small but now I’m big so I’m heavier…but I still love it when people pick me up.
When I go to scary places I lock my legs and carefully tiptoe to make sure it’s safe. But the nice ladies ease my fears, swoop me up and carry me safely in to the salon..and the next thing I know it, I’m a whole new pup with glistening clean hair. I can hardly contain my excitement when it’s time to leave the salon because 1) I look extremely handsome and 2) I’m so glad to be done with this slightly traumatic excursion.
Now that I have Lily as my sister, though, she gets to go with me. She’s brave so I feel more brave too. That’s how I feel about getting my hair done.
Earl and I have been pals for awhile now. I met him in Portland last winter (I wrote a post about it here) and he has been one of my most faithful and sturdy toys. Tug of war, flinging him across the room, digging my teeth into his skin…he’s been through it all and stayed by my side loving every minute of it. But I’m here to tell you about an unfortunate incident that happened recently. His foot is now no longer attached. I would go into depth about how it occurred, but I can truthfully say that I do not know the circumstances in how this happened. Could it have been Lily? Maybe. Could it have been the cat across the street that I’m terribly afraid of? Unlikely.
The fact of the matter is that we will never know…but what I DO know is that Earl and I are still friends despite the unfortunate foot amputation. And that’s what I call a good friend.