When the FM is Away

                                                                
Today I am in a new room while FM is at work.  I'm now out in the family room with the crested dogs and the toy box.  FM said that as of yesterday when she noticed that I'd chewed up the top corner of the back of the leather couch that it was time to go into a room where there were less things to chew.  Not that there weren't bones in the living room to chew on, I just didn't feel the need.   FM said that if I'm going to eat furniture, remotes, magazines, cassette cases or anything else NON-dog that I need to be somewhere that I can't get to them.  She even moved her muck shoes up out of my reach!  Dang!!! 

I really was just trying to explain that I'm still having some insecurity issues and that I'm really still more puppy than she thought (actually I think those puppy antics are coming out because I missed a "real" puppy-hood).   FM threw out a bunch of toys and bones from that place called the toy box this morning and at least one of the cresteds seems to want to play with me (his name is Teddy and he is a crazy man!   Maybe I won't be so bored today.