It's me, Simba. I am still getting used to things at my new house, but I like it so far. I was born in Tennessee, and then I got a new house up here. Tennessee was not a very nice place for me. I got my leg hit with a baseball bat and it hurt a lot. My leg is all better now, but I am glad I'm not there anymore.
I got a family up here, but I had to go somewhere else 'cause I didn't get along with the other dog there, and I guess I didn't fit in there too well. They are nice people though, and I am glad I got to stay with them for a little while. I got to see them again last weekend when my new Mom and Dad took me to this fun dog fair, where I got to go in a pool and eat ice cream, and meet all sorts of dogs like me, who ended up looking for new families. My old family was happy to see me, and they gave me all sorts of pets and told me I was being a good dog.
So now I have another new family. I like it here. I am learning all sorts of things, like
SIT and
STAY and
WAIT and
COME, and something called
MANNERS.
I'm not really sure what 'manners' means exactly, but it sure seems to have a lot of sitting and waiting that comes with it. I have to
SIT and
WAIT for all sorts of things. I have to
SIT and
WAIT before I go outside, and I have to
SIT and
WAIT before I go inside. I have to
SIT and
WAIT before I can eat, and I have to
SIT and
WAIT before I can drink. I even have to
SIT and
WAIT when I come out of the crate, so my new Mom can put my collar on. And I have to
SIT and
WAIT for cookies, but that I don't mind so much.
There's sure a lot to learn around here.
WAIT and
STAY can be confusing. They start out the same, but they're different at the end.
WAIT means that you
SIT still until you get called with
COME.
COME is fun - you have to run as fat as you can to get to your Mom or Dad, while they make happy silly noises. Then you get pets and cuddles when you get there, and they are really happy to see you! I'm really good at
COME.
STAY means that you
SIT or
DOWN (which I don't like as much). You have to stay very still until they come back and say a special word that means you can get up. My special word is
FREE. Any time I have to
STAY, I know I have to be still until Mom or Dad says the word
FREE. Sometimes I forget, though, and get up to early. I know I got up to early when Mom or Dad say
SHHHH, and put me back where I was.
STAY isn't as fun as
WAIT and
COME, but your people are really happy when you do it right.
You have to pay attention to everything, too, 'cause they only tell you what to do once. If you don't do it right away, they say
SHHHH and you know that you should hurry up and
SIT or
DOWN.
And I'm learning to share. I don't think share is very fun, but I guess it's part of that Manners thing. I share toys most of the time now, and Bear and I get to play with toys every day. I am not so sure about this food thing, though.
I guess I wasn't doing my manners when I was eating before I got here, because Mom and I are spending a lot of time with how I eat. I have to
SIT and
WAIT before I eat my breakfast or dinner, and Mom used to make me eat all of it very slowly, little bits at a time, out of her hand. Now I eat out of my bowl, but only a little at a time. When I finish that, Mom makes me
SIT and
WAIT again, and then I get more! I used to eat really fast, but Mom kept saying
SHHHH, so I am eating more slowly now.
I used to be real scared when I ate that someone would take my food away. I did my best to growl and hold onto my bowl and bite and eat real fast so I could keep everybody away from it. Mom taught me that manners means you don't growl and bite when you eat, and you have to let your people pick up your bowl - when Mom picks up my bowl, it usually means I'm getting more food - Yay!
I am still not sure about the other dogs, though. Right now, I eat and drink all by myself, but sometimes the other dogs are near me. Mom says
SHHHH when I growl, so I guess she doesn't think they are gonna steal my food or water, but I'm still not so sure.
Anyway, I have my very own crate, and my very own toys, and I have new brothers and a sister. Zoe is my older sister; she kind of acts like a Mom sometimes. Bandit is my oldest brother, and he's fun but he sometimes barks or corrects me to let me know I'm not doing something right. And Bear is a little less than a year older than I am. He's lots of fun and we play as much as Mom lets me. We do wrestling games and tug games and all sorts of stuff.
And I even got to go on a trip this weekend - we went to a place where Bear and Bandit and me and my Aunt Wendy's dog friends got to run around and play. Bandit was jumping up to catch water from the hose - I don't like the hose. It's scary. Besides the hose, though, we had a really good time. Bear and Bandit got a bath afterwards - yuck! I didn't have to have one, and I'm glad, 'cause I don't like baths.
Oh, AND I had to go see the vet last week. That was OK. Bear says he doesn't like the vet's but Bandit does. Zoe doesn't like it either. I'm with Bandit. It's kinda fun there, and they give you treats. I got checked all over, and weighed, and they gave me two shots which weren't fun but they didn't even hurt. And you get to go in the car to get there and back. I like the car.
Anyway, I wrote a lot and now I'm tired, so I think I'll take my nap.
See y'all later!