Eating is Good

Now that Swedish people have confirmed my theory that everyone should take naps (they proved that humans are smarter after a nap -- now that's a good reason for humans, right? I think everyone is nicer after a nap, and that's an even better reason), I am theorizing that everyone should eat on a regular schedule.

You see, your stomach isn't smart. At least mine isn't. It doesn't know what time it is. But I do. I always know when it's breakfast time and when it's dinner time. Unfortunately my mom thinks these times are somewhat flexible. This is very bad. If my stomach doesn't get its meal when it is meal time, then me and my stomach are not happy. (Mom just muttered something about fatulence, or something, but I'm sure it had nothing to do with me.)

Mom doesn't always get up at the same time, so I don't get my breakfast at the same time. This is bad. I know it's breakfast time, and I tell my stomach, and then my stomach starts feeling empty. I suppose I could wake her up, but she looks so cute when she sleeps; drool comes out of her mouth, and her behind makes noises. I laugh, on the inside. So I usually let her sleep. Then she tells me I'm a good girl and gives me a cookie before breakfast. This is good. Dog cookies are very good. Not as good as human cookies, but still very good.

Mom eats lunch, but says that I don't. She's wrong. I eat part of her lunch, and I look at her sadly and drool a little, and she gives me more dog cookies. This is a very good thing. I don't share her fruit though. Ick. Then sometimes Mom forgets about dinner. I don't know how a reasonably smart human can forget about food, especially a human as round and slow as Mom, but she gets on this computer-typey thing, and she forgets. So I put my head on her foot and sigh if I'm inside, or if I'm outside, I bark and bark until she lets me in. She says I shouldn't bark so much but seriously, how is she going to know I want to come in if I don't bark? It's not like she gave me a bell or something. So I can usually get my point across. I like my food, but I like hers better, most days. She lets me lick the bowl or plate sometimes, but not often enough. Then I stare at the cookie jar until she gives me a cookie. Cookies are good. She doesn't realize how good I am at making her give me cookies.

So this is Kimiko, signing off. I'm going to make Mom give me a cookie now. Betch I can do it, too. Wonder if I can make her take me to the dog park tomorrow?

Naps

Naps are good. I like to nap. Sometimes I nap in my den under Mom's worktable (I keep my bones and a toy or two down there; I too old to play with toys, but I like to have them at nap-time), sometimes I nap on the couch (SO comfy... and it's all mine! mostly...), and sometimes on the rug at the foot of Mom's bed, but only if she's sleeping before I come in, so she won't know I'm there. Mom naps too, and she's always better and happier after she naps. I think everybody should take naps. Naps are good! Humans would be happier if they had a nap every day. They make the little humans have naps, but they don't take them. This seems quite foolish to me. If naps are good for little humans, why not for big humans too? Mom says that in hot countries everybody takes a nap after lunch, and they close all the businesses (I asked what those are, and she said, like the dogfood store. I guess there are hot dogs in hot countries...). We should all live like the hot people and have a nice nap after lunch. And maybe after breakfast. And after dinner wouldn't hurt either. Or in the middle of the afternoon when there's nothing to bark at. That's my idea today, anyway. So think about me snoozing, and take a happy nap! ROOOO!
Kimiko

Saturday!

It's Saturday but we're not going to the dog park. Mom says it's too cold. I have an ear infection and she puts nasty slimy stuff in my ears. I don't like it, but then she gives me a treat after that so it's not so bad. Mom says her ear has an infection too but she doesn't have drops, she swallows things. That's not fair.

My neighbor dog is named Lennon. I just found that out. Mom says he's named for a famous musician. The only music I like is Los Lonely Boys -- I made Mom buy me one of their CDs, so when she plays it I can lie on the rug in between the speakers and listen to them sing and play. I love them. I want another CD but Mom says most dogs don't have any so I'm lucky. Oh, and Lennon's mom says that when he's bigger he can come and play with me in my yard! We sort of play together now. He's on a long leash thing, and when I'm in my yard and I run he runs along on his side of the fence, but he can't go as far as he wants because of the leash thing. I'm glad I have a fence and not a leash thing. Leashes are good for walking but not good if they make you stop.

I have to go bark now. This is for moms... and dads too, I guess. I like Lennon's dad but I don't like his friend; the friend wears a hat and I HATE hats. hate them hate them. I won't let mom out of the house if she tries to put one on her head. Silly humans.

I Has a BLOG!

Hello Net Pets! My aunt Nancy gave good book at Christmas, about how good Christmas is, by dog named Trixie. I told Mom if Trixie can write book, why not me? Mom says because Trixie's dad is famous author and she's not famous. She's famous to me, she's the only Mom I has! I live in little house with just Mom. When I came here I was puppy and there was a little white dog named Spike. I was as big as he was, and I got bigger. I loved Spike. Then another little white dog came. I didn't like her so much but she was OK. Then Spike's heart got too big and he went away; Mom was very sad but she says we'll see him again in a long time. I don't really know time, but when Mom is away from me is always a long time. Then the other little white dog went away too and Mom says she is Spike. I kind of miss them but now Mom gives me all her love and I like that. I am a big Akita. Mom says Akitas come from Japan but I come from Montana (but I don't wear a bandana. Not wear clothes -- silly on big dogs!). I don't remember Montana, just remember home. My favorite things are treats shaped like peanut. Mom says "Anybody want a peanut?" and I raise my paw and she gives me one and laughs like a crazy person. Sometimes I think all humans are a little crazy. I love bones too. I don't like fetch so much. I like to chase the ball, but then I think Mom should chase me to get it back before she throws it again. She doesn't like that game. I don't know why. Sometimes we play tag. On nice days we go to the dog park and I make lots of friends. I have lots of hair, two whole coats of hair, so I love love love winter. I love snow. It doesn't stick on me like on little white dogs. I love to run, I run and run and run at the dog park. Next door is a new dog. He looks kind of like me, with a tail curved over his back, but he's all white. Mom says he's a Sammy or something like that. I hope when he gets a little bigger he can come in my yard and play with me. I wish my yard was bigger. I tired of writing now so I go outside in the SNOW!! ROO ROO ROOO! (that's how Akitas say woof). Bye!