Dog Park!!

Man, I love the dog park. The first time my master too me I was like, "Whoa, I had no idea there were this many dogs in the world!" So many butts to sniff and so very little time. I was a little hesitant at first and all of the dogs scared me a little. I out-weighed some of them by 100lbs, but I was very nervous when they started barking. After a few visits, my confidence started building and I realized not only was it fun, but that I was usually the biggest boy in the joint!! Mess with me now you dumb poodle! And I also get to play my favorite game, tug o' war. I'm pretty good at it, too. Man, I love the dog park!!

Skate Doggin

One of my favorite things to do is run...I'm a dog. When my master jingles my collar, I know we're about to head somewhere. When he puts on my leash, I know it's any minute and we're out!! But when I see him grab that flat board with four circle things (I think he called it a skateboard), I know I'm about to run!! I love to pull him up and down the street. He's a big guy, and it's not easy. I'll show him, I'm strong too!

Iz mine

Yes, yes I do have a ball. Good luck trying to take it.

Muzzled

Daddy had to muzzle me. We had a long one-on-one and I promised I wouldn't chew up anymore stuff in the house. I'm even getting better and not grabbing hands to try and make them pet me. One day at a time....

The Farm

Went on a long car ride today. I knew where we were for a little, but then the smells became unfamiliar. I have NO CLUE what kind of poop I'm smelling....but I like it. It was dark when my masters and I arrived and I was put into a big shelter with so many smells and strange noises. I decided not to sleep and to just howl all night. My masters are probably fast asleep so I needed to howl very loudly so they knew I was ok. Finally, day came and I was freed. I finally go to see what I was smelling. What are those things? Whatever they are, I need to bark and chase them. After that, I hiked and played fetch and swam for the first time! We went home and I slept for an entire day. Man, that was fun. I can't wait to do that again.

My intro...

Chello, my name is Tyson. So, a little over a year ago I was rescued. I used to stay in a cage in someones backyard. I was neglected and untamed. With so much love to give, I was lucky be brought home by my loving owners. Things have been and are great. I get the disclipline, excercise, shelter, food and love that I so desire. And I think I make them pretty happy, too. There were a few rough patches earlier when I was a little bored. I couldn't help but chew up a few coats, back packs, gloves.... But, that's history now and I can actually have free roam of the basement without causing mischief. And at 120lbs, I can cause A LOT of mischief.

This pic was taken a few days after I came home.

Anyway, that's all for now. I've got some licking to do, so I'll write more later.