A Halloween Trick

Up until now, I have refused to wear clothes like self-conscious humans do.  However, I thought that maybe this Halloween, I'd try to a new trick to see if I could get a new treat.

So here I am in my Halloween outfit.  The paw socks make me walk funny, but my humans promised to take me Trick-or-Treating this year.  The payoff, a bagful of tasty treats from all the neighbors.

Here I am!  Well, what do you think?

My bright future

I am nearly four years old now, and so I thought to myself, "Jotty-poo, it's time to think about the future."  So being an exceptionally bright puppy and a quick study besides, I got a member of my pack to help me fill out my college application.  You can see me here fully focused and typing away.

I'm hoping to be accepted by the National Institute of Dogability.  I already know what classes I want for my first semester. 

First, "Advanced Ball Retrieval."  I can hardly wait! 

"Garbage Can Ransanckery 101."  Most people don't realize that this is more of an art than a science.

"Vertical Marketing for Handouts and Treats." And my ACT scores satisfy the prerequisite!

"Integrated, Strategic Barking." I really need to be more loquacious (my new word). 

And for sure, "Humans, a Bizarre and Confused Species." After all, although humans are not dogs, they deserve to be understood.

Wish me well!

I am the King

Here I sit upon my throne wearing the Crimson Bowtie of Bow-Wow Power.  

I bark at my pack, "Bring me a treat.  Scratch my ears.  Pour some water into my doggy dish."  

Never mind that I am afraid of bags, shoes, and backpacks.  What if they moved?  What if they have teeth?  Don’t they know I am the king? 

Wait! I see a doggy ball in the back yard.  I scamper out and bark, “I am King of the entire back yard!  This is where I do my business.  Ruff, ruff!”

One of my pack says something about a Jotty ride.  Oh, my favorite thing!  I run and jump on them with my front paws in the air.  They pick me up and we all go inside that big animal with four big black round things for paws.  We’re moving.  Here we go!  I, the King, survey my kingdom.  “Ruff, ruff!  I am the Precious Pompous Pooch!”

Playing Dead

Once during a soccer match, I decided to play dead.  It's tiring to constantly out hustle humans on the soccer field.  Playing dead was more fun, and I was very convincing until my master caught on and made me get back in the game.

My Name Is Jot

They say my name is Jot, but look at what they call me!

The Abominable Snow Puppy, Mr. Fluffy Pants, Fuzz Butt, Little White Wookie, Pootie Tootie, Fluff Button, Fur Face, Poop Stick, Jotty Boy, Pookie Boodle, Stinky Pot, Jotty McPotty, and Q-Tip the Wonder Dog.

Although I am fond of Q-Tip the Wonderdog, the humans in my pack have yet to present me a decent cape.  And when it comes to addressing a thoroughbred like me, I find my pack to be not only forgetful but downright confusing. Are there other dogs in their lives that I don't know about?

But it doesn't matter because they cuddle me and play with me most all the time.

And the food is good, too.

Now who's the Alpha?

Everywhere my old Alpha goes, I lead the way.  That means I'm the new Alpha!  The funny thing is he thinks he's still the Alpha; see the silly smile on his face?  Ha, ha, ha.  I deserve a doggy treat. :-)

My Journey and Settling In

My adoptive family drove all the way to my dog house in Reno to pick me up.  Here's a video of my exciting journey:  Click here!

I am four months old now and here are some pictures of adorable me at my new home:

Sleeping

What's for lunch?

Supervising the women folk

King of the yard

What's for dinner?

Sleeping