Hi Friends –

You may know that we have just made it to the one month anniversary of our new home in Oklahoma. I thought Dad said that we were going to live on a ranch. I had imagined playing with buffalo and horses and havin’ weeds that tumble n’ stuff. When I looked sad he asked what was wrong. I told him and he laughed as he said, “I’m sorry buddy, I meant the house was a ranch style, not a working farm.” Once he showed me my back yard and said I could do zoomies whenever I wanted because we had a fence, I started to forgive him. The kennel really is much easier to manage being on all one floor. I learned that’s what ‘ranch’ means, you guys. I can hardly believe that this is my new kennel, it’s great you guys. Mom & Dad bought me my very own king size bed and everything. Alright, maybe if you ask them it isn’t mine, but I lay in it most days so I figure since I use it more than they do I get to claim it. I really have a lot of fun; there is so much more living space here. One of the things I like is that the “basement monsters” aren’t able to hide from me like they used to.  That doesn’t mean they like me, it just makes it easier for me to try and make friends. I figure if I try at least once every day sooner or later they’ll decide to like me; it hasn’t happened yet but it could!

When I’m not trying to make friends with the cats in the house I try my brand of “aggressive friendliness” on the neighbor dogs. That’s what Dad calls it anyway. It’s not really aggressiveness, I’m just eager to make friends and don’t understand social queues so it comes across a bit awkward. One neighbor that I did have a good face to face meeting with is a Bulldog named Dozer. Haha get it, Dozer the Bulldog, Bull-Dozer? I just got that the other day, it’s funny, right? We met in my front yard when he and his humans were walking by and stopped to meet mine. I did my best to down-stay and that put us eye to eye. Mom said I did really well. The best part is we share a fence and he is a mostly outside dog because his momma has allergies, so when I go out we can meet at the privacy fence. I even tried to help him come over a couple times by digging at the base of the fence. (Ha-ha that was fun.)

Dad works from home all the time now, so we don’t have to go to the office any more but that doesn’t mean I don’t get out and make new fans. As a matter of fact we ran out of my business cards that I carry in my work vest and we haven’t reloaded yet because dad hasn’t found the box they are packed in. One day I remember, was going out on a breakfast date with Mom & Dad after dropping the puppies at school. I took them to this cool place that Grandma Patti told us about, called Indian Coffee Company. Mom and Dad say the coffee and food are wonderful, judging by the sniffs, I agree! I waited in my down-stay as they ate and talked to each other and to guests who commented on me. (I’ve noticed  that there are far fewer negative comments toward me here than back where we used to live; I like that a lot! Mom says its probably because so many more people around here have cows and horses so they are used to big animals.) When we were ready to leave I had to navigate Dad around some café tables that were setup outside. Instead of walking past one particular table though, I helped them meet some new friends who have a Dane (at home) by walking right up and sniffing his uniform. Dad was none too impressed, but they were super nice and said they didn’t mind meeting this way at all. As it turns out they live close by us and maybe someday we’ll have a play date. I made sure Dad gave them a Secret Service Card so they can contact us if they want. They even have human puppies the same ages as mine! So you see, I get Dad out of the house AND introduce him to new people. Just another service I provide (You’re welcome).