Two week-i-ver-sary?

EDIT 2007 07 08 to add: Just to let everyone know, the idea of blogging from Kira's perspective wasn't my idea. I "stole" the idea from another Furbaby Rescue dog named Blue. Blue was adopted in January 2006 by his new pet, John, and has his own blog; I've been following his adventures since.

Please take a look at Blue's page: http://blue.ddandhservices.com/

Ok, so I've lived here for 2 weeks now and here is what I've learned:

1. NewMom snores.
2. Baby gates suck.
3. When going for walks and sniffing signposts, make sure I'm on the sidewalk side before running to catch up with NewMom. The retractable leash is only 16' long and the whiplash isn't worth it.
4. Don't Eat Cat Food.
5. Doggy Day Care ROCKS!
6. School homework? Not so much.
7. Rope flosser toys are more fun than kongs, but kongs have treats in them so they win.
8. Butcher bones trump flosser toys and treat-filled kongs!!!
9. Car rides are The Best! (NewMom even says the nose art on the side window is OK.)
10. When we pass people on our walks they always look at me and say I'm So Cute!

Willy still won't come out and play with me. That's OK, though. NewMom says it could take a while yet, but what bugs me is HE gets to sleep ON the bed! Though NewMom did have to put a towel across her pillows and the upper part of the bed 'cause she said he's been shedding more hair than usual and tracks litter grains into the bed. NewMom says he's just being a grumpy old man (he's turning 14 years old next week!!) He's kinda silly - I mean, why stay cooped up in the bedroom when he could be out in the living room bugging NewMom for treats and playing with the flosser toy? Of course, he'd have to get his own flosser toy...but NewMom will throw it down the hallway and we can run and chase it then bring it back, pretend to play tug-of-war, only to let it go so NewMom can throw it down the hallway again - we have sooo much fun doing this over and over and over ;-) [I swear I saw a twinkle in Kira's eyes today when we were playing the flosser throw game! She brings the toy back, growls but presses one end into my hand then we 'tug' for a moment then she lets go, then stands back expectantly, waiting for me to throw it. We did this for about 20-30 minutes before we both decided that we were pooped. I was a little sneaky today: I put a little bit of her new toothpaste on it to get her used to the taste. She noticed, but was too 'into' the game to care.]