I know, I know. It’s been way too long since my last post, but it’s taken me awhile to research this subject and get pictures to show you what I mean.
Since I’m one of the co-owners of Free Dog, I thought it’d be a good idea to learn as much as I can about dogs. Being a dog myself, I pretty much figured I was already an expert, but as it turns out, there is a lot about dogs I don’t know.

“Do tell us, David.”-Editor/Mom

Actually, there’s so much to tell, that I couldn’t possibly cover it all in one post, so I guess I’ll start with the basics.

“Should I sit down? Maybe make a cup of tea?”-Editor/Mom

Well, that’s up to you, but I’m gonna get started, cause there’s a lot of basics to talk about.
You probably know that people are also known by their Species name, Homo Sapiens, which is Latin for wise man. Since dogs are obviously different from people, it only makes sense that we have our own Species. We’re called Canis Lupus Familiaris, which is also Latin, and has something to do with wolves.
I don’t really know what Latin is, but I’m pretty sure it’s a language that nobody uses anymore, and it’s pretty easy to figure out why that is. I mean, it’s a lot easier just saying “dog” than “Canis Lupus Familiaris”. Think about it, my Mom would have to say “This is my Canis Lupus Familiaris, David.” Or “I have to bring my Canis lupus Familiaris to the Vet. Or “What kind of Canis Lupus Familiaris do you have?”

“Okay, I think we get your drift, David.”-Editor/Mom

Right, sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. But I was getting back to my story when I asked about the kind of dog. Most of us dogs don’t really care about what kind of dogs we are, but since it seems like it’s really important to the humans, I started wondering about how many different kind of dogs there really are. 
So naturally, I asked my friend Aleksa, and Wow, was I surprised! The American Kennel Club, of which I am a Member, recognizes 167 different breeds. I thought that was a lot, ’til I kept digging (Get it? Digging? Hey, dogs like to dig) and found out that The World Canine Organization, also known as the FCI (Don’t ask me why. Probably some Latin abbreviation) says there are 340 different breeds. 340? Yikes! At first I thought it must be a mistake, but then I started looking around at all of my friends at Camp, and the other dogs I see when we’re out and about. And there really are lots of different kinds of dogs.

I’m an English Springer Spaniel, and am considered a medium sized dog. By the way, there are 25 different kinds of Spaniels alone. Waya is a Belgian Malinois, which is obviously a larger dog. There are really big dogs like my friend Looch, whose an English Mastiff, and really small dogs like my friend Bruiser. whose a Miniature Pinscher, and all kinds in between from tall and skinny, to low and long like my friend Willow.

I’m black and white, but some dogs are all black like Retriever Buck, some are all white like Samoyed Tikva, some are yellow or brown like Labs Kelly and Finn, some are all red like Viszla Finley, some are multi-colored like Australian Shepherd Harvey and some are even striped like Khloe the Boxer. And then there’s even more combinations of all of those colors.

It’s not just our size and colors that make us different. Let’s talk about the kind of fur we have. Just from the pictures I’ve already shown, you can see that some have really short coats and some have a lot more fur. Italian Grayhound Radley has hardly got any fur at all, and never needs a haircut, and then there’s Labradoodles Griffin and Sunny, who both have longer fur, only one is kinda straight and the other one is more curly.

Enough about fur, let’s talk about shapes. Like noses and ears. I’ve got a sort of round head and long, floppy ears, and Waya has a skinny head and pointy ears. Then there’s dogs like Stella the French Bulldog and Sophie the Boston Terrier, who have really short noses and small ears.

And the last, but certainly not least difference between different breeds of dogs is that some dogs have tails and some don’t. Waya has a long tail that wags all the time. I was born without a long tail, so you have to look a little closer to see if mine is wagging.

“Well David, you were actually born with a tail that would’ve been as long as Waya’s.”-Editor/Mom

What? I was? What happened to it?

“Ummm, well, when you and your littermates were three days old, you were all taken to have your tails cut off.”-Editor/Mom

WHAT?!? You cut off my tail? Why would you do that? 

“Hold on. “I” didn’t do it. It’s the breed standard. It was decided a long time ago that Springer Spaniels, along with many of the other Sporting Breeds should have their tails cut off, or docked. There are a lot of dissenting opinions about why. Some say it’s purely cosmetic, but many say it’s to reduce the chance of injury in the field while they’re out hunting.”-Editor/Mom

I don’t hunt. I don’t even like birds. Shouldn’t I have had some say about whether I wanted a tail or not?

“Yeah, well, that’s not how it works, and it’s got to be done when you’re really young so you won’t remember it, not to mention, it would hurt a lot more if you were older and your tail was bigger. You’ll be happy to know that people are starting to change their thinking about this practice, though. In fact, if you lived in the UK, they don’t let anyone dock tails anymore unless they prove that the dog will actually be hunting.”-Editor/Mom

I’m not sure that makes me feel any better. I’d just like to go on the record to say that I think it’s totally wrong!

“Well, then I guess we won’t be talking about dew claws any time soon.”-Editor/Mom

Dew claws? What are dew claws?

“Trust me David, you don’t want to know.”-Editor/Mom


We have a bunny that lives in our yard. At first I could only smell him, and I didn’t really know what he was. Then I saw him. I’ve seen him like four times when we come home at night. He likes to hang out on our patio. Then, when I get out of the car I think he gets scared, cause he always runs away. And he always gets away, mostly cause my Mom won’t let me chase him.

“Right, because do you remember what almost happened the time you chased him down the driveway? When he ran across the street just before the car that was coming?? And the only thing that saved you from getting hit by that car was that you listened when Auntie Kristine and I both told you NO???”-Editor/Panicked Mom

Yup, I remember. Good thing you guys were paying attention, too, cause all I saw was the bunny, and I was sure I could catch him. I probably would’ve followed him all the way out to the big road. I call him Buzz, cause he’s really fast, and I never know which way he’s going to run. 

Buzz only comes out when it’s dark, and now that I know when he’s around, I look for him out my bedroom window every morning. The other day after it snowed, my Mom came in with really exciting news. 

Not only were there fresh bunny tracks, but she got to see him, and even got pictures of him with the camera. I knew it was Buzz right away and begged to go outside and find him myself. She said yes after I promised not to run into the street. Yippee!

As soon as we got outside I got a hold of his scent, found his tracks and followed him into the front yard. 

“How does this end, you ask? I know, you’re thinking not well for Buzz, right? Well, don’t you worry. Turns out that while David really enjoys the chase, he just wanted to get to know him.”-Editor/Mom

Yeah, I like bunnies. I wouldn’t ever hurt him. I thought he might be cold so I brought him in and showed him around the house. Me and Buzz are buddies. I guess he doesn’t mind the cold, though, so he’d rather stay outside, but he said we could hang out whenever all the other dogs are gone.

**No bunnies were hurt in the making of this Blog**


Wow! Another year over, and time to start a new one. That means time for new resolutions. Hmmmm, what do I want to try this year?

“Well, before you start making all kinds of new promises to yourself, maybe we should take a look at the ones you made last year, and see how well you did. You don’t want to bite off more than you can chew. Do you remember what resolutions you made last year?”-Editor/Mom

Ummmm, I remember saying that I was gonna try to be a Good Boy and listen better, and respond quicker when someone gives me a command. I know I get distracted sometimes, but I think I’ve done pretty good with that all year.

“Yeah, you have been a pretty Good Boy. Good job with that one! What else?”-Editor/Mom

I said I wanted to be a really good Frisbee player and practice every day. The only thing is, I needed my Mom’s help to do that, and she wasn’t able to take me out every day.

“Right. That was one of my resolutions, too. Sorry I failed you, David. I promise to try harder. And I might be able to make it up to you in another way. I wasn’t going to tell you about this right way because I know you’ll have a hard time waiting, but I’ve signed you up for a Dock Diving class in the Spring. It’ll be something we can do together.”-Editor/Mom

Dock Diving? Like G does in California?? You really mean it??? You said there was a place around here, but I figured you forgot. This is gonna be great! Will we get to go every day? 

“Hold on there, buddy. I think you’re gonna be great at it, but first we’re gonna check out the indoor pool and see how you do, then some classes outside when it gets warm out, but I’m pretty sure they don’t run every day.”-Editor/Mom

Cool. I can’t wait! We’re definitely gonna have to get a house on a lake so I can practice. Heck, I can even do it by myself when my Mom isn’t home.

“Yeah, well that’s probably not going to happen right away, but Auntie Jen and I will make resolutions to start looking for a place on a lake, and I’ll plan to play more Frisbee with you in the meantime… Now, back to ‘your’ old resolutions. Do you remember the rest of them?”-Editor/Mom

I think there was one about trying new foods, but you said I was only allowed to eat certain stuff, so that doesn’t really count. I can’t think of anything else.

“You said you wanted to learn how to play the guitar. How’s that going?”-Editor/Mom

Right… Yeah, that was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. I think you need thumbs to play the guitar. Oh well, like you said, most everybody never gets all their resolutions done, and now I know to keep them easier this year.

“Hold on, there was one more from last year. Don’t you remember how much you were looking forward to having a new little Sister, and that you were going to be the Best Big Brother Ever?”-Editor/Mom

Yup, I remember that. Whew! That’s been a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, too. Waya wasn’t littler than me for very long, and it was like she didn’t want a Big Brother at all. I was really looking forward to hanging out, playing and teaching her the ropes around here, but she thinks she already knows everything and always wants to be the boss. I’ve tried everything, but nothing works. I’m hoping it’ll be easier when she grows up.

“It ‘has’ been a long year, hasn’t it?”-Editor/Mom

Yeah, hey, I know…Maybe we ought to have Waya make some New Years Resolutions, and for this year I’ll stick with learning Dock Diving and keep working on last year’s.

“That sounds like a great idea, and should be enough to keep you busy. Happy New Year!”-Editor/Mom 




Christmas is over, and I’m happy to report that my Letter to Santa definitely got to him in time. Me & Waya each got lots of toys, and most of mine even had my name on them, just like I asked.

I think both of our favorite toys are the really bright so you can’t lose them footballs. Our Moms took us outside and played fetch with us and everything. And, most important, they both had our names on them so that Waya wouldn’t be confused about whose was whose.

But you know what happened? She didn’t care. Not one bit. She stole mine right away, like two hours after I opened it, and chewed a big hole in one end.
“Maybe she can’t read yet. She’s only one, you know.”-Editor/Mom
Maybe, but I’m pretty sure she just doesn’t care. She likes to wreck all my stuff and then she hoards all her stuff so I can’t play with anything. But it’s okay, cause she left her football here when she left on Wednesday, so you know what I did? 

He he he. Yup, you guessed it! I found her football and played with it all day! Me & Mom played tug…
“Wait a minute. Don’t be dragging me into your little war with Waya. I didn’t realize ’til I saw the writing on it.”-Editor/Mom
What difference does it make? She’ll never know. She can’t “read”, remember? And it’s not like I’m gonna wreck it on her. I’m just playing with it cause she already killed mine.
“Did you forget that “I” can read, David?”-Auntie Jen
Oh, oh… Come on, don’t tell her. She deserves it. Think about all your slippers she’s eaten.
“True, that may buy you a little extra play time with it.”-Auntie Jen

Cool. I figured I’d better make the most of it. I brought it outside, and ran around, and even thought about burying it in the snow, but that would be mean. What if we got more snow and couldn’t find it ’til Spring? What if one of the Camp dogs dug it up? 
Hiding it on her does sound like a good idea, though. But where? Hmmmmm…

I know! I’ll hide it on my bed, under my blanket. I don’t think she’ll find it there. You can barely see it. What do you think? 


I don’t know about you, but I can hardly believe the Holidays are already here. I thought it was still Summertime, but all of a sudden my Mom started bringing out the end of the year decorations and props, starting with my second favorite Holiday, Thanksgiving. This year I got a new tie. 

Since the most important part of the Thanksgiving Holiday is dinner, we all got to fill out what we wanted to eat on our menus. I helped Waya, cause this was her first Thanksgiving, and she didn’t know about all the fixins. I told her to check off everything, cause I knew she’d want to try all of the yummy stuff, and we don’t get to have it very often. I wasn’t too sure about the cranberry sauce, but I figured I ought to at least try it.

Once that was done and Thanksgiving Day was here, all we had to do was wait for Mom to cook the giant turkey. It’s important to celebrate the Holidays with family, so it was cool that Cousin Java was here to have dinner with us. She helped me keep an eye on all of the preparations since Waya was still recovering from her surgery and couldn’t hang out in the kitchen.

The best part of the preparation is that we get to sample all of the ingredients. First Squash…

Then green beans…

Did someone say livvies and gizzies? Yummy!

It seemed like forever, but finally, the giant turkey was done.

Then we had to wait for all of our Boarders to have their dinner before we got to eat ours. I didn’t get it at first, I mean we’ve been smelling it all day, so we couldn’t wait to sink our teeth in, but I guess we wouldn’t be very good hosts if we didn’t let our guests go first. So I tried to be really patient.

And boy was it worth waiting for! Me, Waya and Cousin Java thoroughly enjoyed every last lick of our plates. Waya didn’t really like wearing the “My First Thanksgiving” bib. I told her it was just the beginning. She hasn’t spent a Christmas with us yet, either. She has no idea what she’s in for when she’s feeling better.

I couldn’t wait to take a nice, long, nap after dinner.

Another important Thanksgiving tradition is going for a long walk so the humans can burn off all the extra calories they had for dinner. I thought that was what the nap was for.

So, you’d think this was the end of the Holiday, wouldn’t you? Well, there is still one more thing left to be done. And here’s where it gets worse Waya! Now it’s time to put up all the Christmas lights. We all have to chip in, and I gotta tell you, it would be a lot easier if we had thumbs…


Can somebody please tell me why the humans are so fascinated with dressing up? I just don’t get it. I mean, it’s okay that they wear clothes. They don’t have any fur. They need them for protection, you know, to keep them from freezing in the Winter or frying in the hot sun in the Summertime, and getting all banged up when they fall down. Some of the things they wear are kinda stupid, but I don’t say anything.

“That’s good, because nobody asks you.”-Editor/Mom

Yeah, well, nobody ever asks us if we want to wear stupid stuff either, but that never stops you guys from putting it on us anyway. We have fur coats already. We don’t need jackets. We sure as heck don’t need hats, and what’s with the glasses and mask? 

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was only when we’re outside playing in the cold, but sometimes it’s for no reason whatsoever. It’s like you guys get bored and “Hey, lets dress up the dogs!” I think you like embarrassing us.

“Hold on a minute there. You wanted to wear the scarf and glasses, remember? You thought it would make you look like a Writer. And the underwear on your head picture? You deserved to be embarrassed after eating the crotch out of them.”-Editor/Mom

Okay, well what about the other two?

“Those were definitely just for fun.”-Editor/Mom

Yeah, fun for you. How do think we feel? Let’s talk about Holidays. I just don’t understand why we have to put on silly outfits all the time. 

“Because it’s fun. It makes some days more special than others. Wouldn’t you get bored if every day was the same?”-Editor/Mom

I don’t know. I’m thinking there must be some better ways to celebrate. Maybe we can just focus on what the Holidays are about. Like for Thanksgiving we eat. For Christmas we get presents. We give kisses to our Sweethearts on Valentine’s Day. And we dance to fun music on Fat Tuesday. Aren’t those good enough ways to celebrate? Why do we have to wear stupid stuff?
And Halloween? Who made up this Holiday? Seriously, the only point of Halloween that I’ve been able to figure out is that everybody has to dress up like someone else. Sometimes the costumes are really creepy, and sometimes they’re funny, but one thing I can tell you is that they’re always uncomfortable. 

I remember being a Fighter Pilot for my first Halloween. I’m pretty sure real fighter pilots don’t wear their clothes that tight.

“Yeah, well you grew to be a little bit bigger than we thought you’d be for that outfit.”-Editor/Mom

Then there was the Panda bear and Fireman costumes. They weren’t very comfortable either, although Jazzy really seemed to like her Spiderweb Butterfly outfit.

And the worst was when you sent me to the Salon and Auntie Lisa put all this yucky yellow paint on me. It took forever, then put tape all over me, and then you put on all this really strange gear and expected me to want to hang around with you. 

“Awww, come on. You were “Radioactive Dave”. That was a great costume. I thought we were having fun.”-Editor/Mom

Maybe it was fun for you. You got to take off all of your scary alien gear afterwards. I can’t believe you put tape on my fur. And the yellow paint? That took like four months to wear off. 
I just don’t understand why. 

“Well, I think the cooler your costume is, the more goodies you get when you go Trick-or-Treating.”-Editor/Mom

Trick-or-Treating?  Goodies? I’ve never been Trick-or-Treating. I like getting goodies. Can me & Waya go Trick-or-Treating? Can we? We’ll wear the silly Doctor and Nurse costumes you got us. Do you think they’re good enough to get extra goodies? What else do we have to do?

“You have to go from door to door, ring their doorbells and say “Trick-or-Treat! Then the people put goodies in your bag. That’s the Treat part. And if they don’t give you anything, you get to play a joke on them. That’s the Trick part. It’s a lot of fun. I think you and Waya would like it.”-Editor/Mom

So, let me get this straight. We dress up and go from house to house begging for food. If they like our costumes they give us stuff, and if they don’t we get to poop on their lawns. It does sound like fun. Maybe this Halloween thing isn’t so bad after all.

“Right, but I don’t suggest pooping on anybody’s lawn. That could get you into trouble.”-Editor/Mom

How will they know it’s me? I’ll be wearing a mask, remember.


I think I’d like to move to San Diego.
“What? Where? And Why all of a sudden?”-Editor/Mom
Well, I saw on facebook…
“Wait a minute. When were you on facebook?”-Editor/Mom
What do you mean? I’m always on facebook. How do you think I’m able to keep my paws on the pulse of what’s going on in our society?
“I thought you just asked your friend Aleksa when you wanted to know something.”-Editor/Mom 
I definitely do that cause she knows everything. I also hear about some stuff on the TV in the morning, and I try to stay up for the 11:00 News, but I hardly ever make it. I think facebook’s really the best source of information though, cause you can check it out any time you want to, there’s pictures, and all of your friends can share stories and answer any questions you might have about something. 
Like last week I saw my friend G, you remember G, right? She used to live here and then she moved to San Diego. It’s wicked far away and the sun shines all the time. And it never snows so they get to do Summer stuff all year long, like swimming. I Love swimming. 
“Yes, I’ve been to San Diego, and it’s a super fun place. But what did G tell you?”-Editor/Mom
Right, so G has this new, really fun thing to do, and she posted some pictures of it. It’s called “Dock Diving”, and it looks like a blast.

See, look how much fun she’s having! Come on, I could so do that! You know how much I Love jumping off docks into the lake. They have a special pool, cool toys to catch in mid-air, and competitions to see how far they can jump and they win prizes and everything! 
Can we go to San Diego? Can we, huh?? I could help save money. We could sell all of my collars on e-Bay. Coats too, cause I wouldn’t need them anymore. You don’t have to buy me anything for Christmas. Maybe we could have a Photo Shoot to earn money. Come on, I would be so good at this!

“You would definitely be good at this.”-Editor/Mom
And think about it, we could bring our boat and use it all the time, all year round. And you wouldn’t ever have to shovel snow again. 
“I have to admit, you’re making a pretty good case David.”-Editor/Mom
“I’m in! You had me at “Summer” all the time.”-Auntie Jen
“Sounds good to me, too.”-Waya

“Winters can be pretty brutal around here, and I appreciate all of the sacrifices you’re willing to make, but I don’t think we can just up and head West right now.”-Editor/Mom
Yeah, sure, I get it, but by the time we get to go, I’ll probably be too old to compete. 
“Well David, has it occurred to you that you might not have to go all the way to San Diego to go Dock Diving?”-Editor/Mom
Yeah, I know I can jump off docks around here, but it would be really fun to compete against other dogs like G does.
“Well then, you’ll be happy to know that there is a place right here in NH, not far from where you were born in Amherst, that has a Dock Diving Program, and you wouldn’t have to give up all of your collars and Christmas presents.”-Editor/Mom
No Way! Can we go?
“I’m pretty sure they only do it in the Summer around here, but I’ll tell you what… We’ll check out when they start up next year and sign you up.”-Editor/Mom
Do you mean it?
“Yup. And then you’ll be able to share your pictures and statistics with G. on facebook.”-Editor/Mom
Sweet! I can’t wait. I’m gonna tell G today. Can we go to the Lake so I can start practicing? We’ll need to get a tape measure. A really long one…


We just got back from our week in Camden, Maine. This was my third time going, and it’s my favoritist place in the whole, wide world. 
“I’m not sure that favoritist is a word, but I have to agree. Why don’t you tell everybody what you like the most.”-Editor/Mom
Since I don’t really know where to start, I’m gonna steal an idea from another famous Dave, and make a Top 10 List. So, here are the ten best things about our vacation.

#10-Car Rides and Stops at Cool Places on the Way

There are always fun places to get out and investigate when we go on vacation. And who knew Uncle Aaron had a place in Maine? This must be where he goes when he’s not with us at Free Dog. We stopped in but he wasn’t there. I wish I had a giant sign with my name on it on my house.

#9-Eating Out in Different Places

Okay, well mostly it was Mom and Auntie getting all the good food, but me and Waya got to have dinner on our balcony every night. Aleksa says it’s called eating “al fresco”.

#8-Going for Walks and Hanging Outside

There are so many fun places to hang out in Camden, and they’re all really close to our hotel. There’s the park, and the water, and the waterfall, and the main street. There’s tons of benches to sit on, and I taught Waya how much fun it is to roll around in the grass.


Well, it is the most important meal of the day. And they bring it to us every morning in our room.

#6-My Duck Friends

It was really cool seeing all of my duck friends from last year. I’m pretty sure they remembered me, too. And I know the big white bird isn’t a duck, but I thought she was really neat looking.

#5-Playing Frisbee on the Big Hill

It’s so much fun having the whole park to ourselves in the morning before everybody gets up.

Auntie Jen and Waya really like the park, too. They had tons of room to work on Waya’s drills.


This was my first time ever seeing fireworks. Amazing!They were really pretty and I love the big, loud booms they made.

#3-Our Hotel

We always stay at the Grand Harbor Inn. They remember us every year, and always welcome us with cookies. It’s right on the water with a great view of the harbor. Our room is huge, so there’s plenty of room for us to play, and then there’s a comfy bed, couch and chair for us to hang out on. It even has a fireplace, but we really didn’t need it cause it was so nice out.


Me and Waya both loved getting to swim every day. Funny thing is though, I do all the work fetching the sticks and toys, and she steals them from me as soon as I get close to the shore. I don’t really mind though, cause fetching the toys is the fun part anyway.

#1-The Sailboat Ride

And the best thing about Camden…Every year we go out on the Schooner Appledore, and it’s always the best part of our trip. Waya really loved it, too. I like looking over the side of the boat and seeing all of the other cool sailboats in the bay. We saw this giant yacht that was so big it had it’s own motor boat and sailboat on it’s deck. They said it’s the third biggest private yacht in the world and it belongs to some billionaire oil guy from Russia, wherever that is.

“Well, it sounds like you and Waya had as good a time as Auntie and I. I’m surprised though, that our annual trip up Mt. Battie didn’t make your Top 10 List.”_Editor/Mom

Yeah, it’s really nice up there, but we usually hike up to the top and this time we drove. Running up and down the trail is the best part. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, but I was really tired, and I promise to be in better shape when go back next year.”-Editor/Mom

That’s okay, cause you know what the best part of vacation really is? It’s all the extra hang out and cuddle time we get to have with our Moms, right Waya?

“Yup, you bet.”-Waya


“So David, how’s about a little update on how things are going between you and your new puppy?”-Editor/Mom

Puppy? You mean Waya? She’s not a puppy, she’s a piranha! Have you seen the fangs on her? She’s not afraid to use them, either. 

“So, apparently you’ve forgotten what you were like when you were four months old. We couldn’t even let you near Jazzy, because all you wanted to do was jump on her and bite her. She wanted nothing to do with you.”-Editor/Mom

I don’t remember that. And hey, I like it when we get to run and wrestle together. Nobody likes a good Smackdown more than me, but boy oh boy, do those teeth hurt when she chews on my head. I figured out the best way to stop her, though. I just grab one of her legs and hold on ’til she lets go. Then I start running so she can’t catch me.

It’s fun when we have toys or sticks to play with, except that she always wants the one I have. We’re learning to share, but it’s better when we each have our own to run with. 

“So, all in all, it sounds like things are going well. We’re glad that you two are getting along, and that we’re able to leave you alone outside together, even if it’s only for short periods at a time.”-Editor/Mom

Yeah, it’s fun taking turns knocking each other down. I just wish she’d learn what it means when I say “Uncle”, and let me go. And have you noticed that she’s getting bigger? Just look at the difference in the first four pictures from the beginning of the week, and these last ones from today. She’s almost as big as me. She’s getting faster, too. I’ve really gotta turn on the turbo to stay ahead of her now.

The most important question of all is: When are her puppy teeth going to fall out? 

“Not soon enough, David. Not soon enough.”-Editor/Mom


Me and Waya have been spending a lot more time together lately. We’ve been out playing in the snow, and going on walks, and just hanging around in the house. It’s fun being out and about, cause we get to investigate new things. 

Being off-leash is always the best, cause we get to run and run and run. I run, and Waya chases me. We can only do that when we’re in our yards though, cause Waya doesn’t know how to come when she’s called yet. She’s learning stuff really fast though, so hopefully it won’t be too long before we get to run together other places too, cause she gets really mad when I get to run and she can’t chase me. 

It’s not quite as much fun playing in the house, cause it’s harder to get away, and all she wants to do is bite my ears. It’s kinda fun at first, but boy, does she have sharp teeth. And then she cries when I bite her back and “I” get in trouble. 

“You forgot to tell them about her new favorite game to play with you, David: “Spaniel Surfing”. It’s tons of fun and can be played indoors or outdoors.”-Editor/Mom

Right… I didn’t know it had a name.