I guess I'm not like other dogs, in that my very best friend (OK, BESIDES my Mom) is a cat. Yup, Harry is an orange cat, which he says is a special, magic kind of cat. Not sure about that, but he is pretty great to me. While both he and Isabelle push treats off the countertop for me, Harry actually kills little mice and gives them to me. I like to crunch them, and then hear that high-pitched "EEeeeeeEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! sound my Mom makes when she sees what's in my mouth. EVERY time she thinks I have a grape stem in my mouth and she panics because pugs are not supposed to eat grapes. Yeah. I KNOW that. Then she sees its a mouse leg sticking out of my mouth and that funny sound starts! It's good cause I get to keep chewing till Dad or Rory come pry my mouth open and take my treat.
Harry also helps me *yell* at the 2 Golden Retrievers next door. "Oooof Ooooof Oooooofffff!" I yell. I'm offering help, I'm telling them I'm a big dog, I am also telling them to be quiet. Harry jumps up on a chair and glares at them. Really, he thinks they're afraid of HIM. ;)
I wish Mom would come home from Atlanta. I'm having a great vacation in Boston and all, but.... do you think she misses ME?