Montauk to Me

Something REALLY important is happening tomorrow.

I’ll give you one hint:

I get to wear a party hat. 

Deep Thoughts. By Montauk

My momma told me I am now a real city dog. I have no idea what that means.

She takes me on walks to get coffee in the morning, the place where she gets coffee is next to a store that smells like laundry. There is a nice lady who works there who meets me in the morning and we sit outside together while my momma gets coffee inside. She pats my head for a few minutes and then goes back to work. I like to call her Esmeralda in my head.

Today I went on a walk to the park. Only my mom didn’t know we were going to the park so I had to drag her for a while. She overpowered me and brought me on a boring walk. Well it was boring until I found a fountain and decided to take a swim. It seemed like I wasn’t allowed to go for a swim because mom was trying to get me out but then some nice men offered to watch out for the Fountain Police and mom let me swim for a few more minutes.

If you want to know, I swim doggie paddle best, my backstroke needs some work.

I’m BACK!

Hi!

It’s me! Montauk!

I haven’t been blogging lately because I moved to the city and our internet hasn’t been working.

Instead of blogging I have spent my days doing the following things:

Sleeping.

Eating.

Going to the park.

Licking my mom.

Trying to eat plants in the garden.

Licking myself.

It has been a pretty great 3 weeks in the city.

Missing in action

I apologize for being so mia lately (that is a term momma taught me!) but since I have no thumbs and rely on my mom to actually write my thoughts I have been out of luck as she has been busy and my days are spent taking care of the fluffy chew toys she and my dad bring home each weekend for me to play with.

I’m pretty lucky, some of them have really great squeakers inside of them AND they must have the best batteries ever because they never stop moving! Sometimes I give them a break and just lay on the floor with them near my mouth (mom and dad call it ‘cuddling’ and tell me I’m a good girl for doing it) but usually I just chase them around the house until I get yelled at for breaking a table because I couldn’t slow myself down in time (it really isn’t my fault I am now 67lbs!).

hopefully I’ll be back soon - until then, check out my mommas blog - she likes to post photos of my new toys all the time! pinkseersucker.tumblr.com

2009.

Was my best year yet.

Want to know why?

I was born.

2009 for the win.

My First Christmas.

All I Can say is I got WAY more presents then Mom & Dad combined.  I win.

Good (ish) News!

So my momma and dad left me at the vet, I don’t know where they went but mom kept singing songs about some hotel in California - who knows.  The good (ish) news is the vet thinks that I have just sort of torn my knee and I don’t have to have surgery!  It is only good (ish) news because it is still a little torn and so it hurts a little bit but the nurses here really love me and keeping giving me kisses and belly rubs.  They won’t let me run around though, but they did tell me I may get to go swimming in a pool just for pups with bum knees soon!

Mom said a whole lot of people sent her nice thoughts for me to get better and I think that is pretty darn neat.

I am broken.

I went to the beach on Tuesday with my friend Lola and I got SO excited I ran up the steps but my leg got caught and it hurt so so bad and then my mom came and rubbed my head and made me feel better.  Then she took me to the vet and they gave me something nice that made me feel sleepy.

The next thing I remember I am stuck in my crate and my dad is carrying me everywhere!  The only good thing is mom brought me home a new bone AND a new pet elephant to play with.  Also, they keep giving me treats!  If it wasn’t for the pain in my leg this would be the life!