Let me tell you what else isn’t easy. Being Tanner in the Hanke House. When this new little being arrived at our house all I was trying to do was jump up and get a good look and sniff (okay, and maybe a lick) at the little feller and mama took me aside and told me in no uncertain terms exactly where I stood and that I would be looking at life on a farm if I continued to act this way toward what was apparently their “new” baby.
I remember the good old days when I was their baby. When they found it endearing that I would grab stuff and run around with it in my mouth. Now, they don’t find it so cute anymore. I’ve had to raise the stakes, and here I am typing my story, to impress and get attention from them.
Speaking of attention, it seems quite scarce around here unless you are a little man that spits up and cries a lot. Let me tell you, it’s not that I don’t like this addition to the family. I actually like him quite a bit. He seems to like me to, he doesn’t even cry when I give him a bath with my tongue. But do mama and daddy care? No, they shoo me away as if they were not informed that a dogs mouth is much cleaner than a humans anyways, thank you very much. No, it’s not him that I don’t like, it’s really the great decline in attention to me, the most amazing dog in the world. I mean, how many dogs do you know that can type without opposable thumbs? How many dogs do you know with opposable thumb? If you do, send me their names and numbers, I would greatly like to meet them.
Ah, I digress. I really am protective of the little feller, I even come and get mama when the bugger starts crying after his nap. She never responds quick enough, it’s as if she can’t even hear it. That’s why I try to be a good helper. I’ve even been known to pick things up off the floor and give it to mama or daddy when they need help. Oh, they appreciate that, but if I run away with it, they appreciate it a lot less.
I’ve been working so hard to be good. Mama even says I’m doing a better job…but sometimes it’s just so hard to be good and I get a little crazy. But just remember, I’m still a puppy, and they say that labs stay puppies…well forever. Here is a picture and video to prove just how harmless I am to the little guy. Jeez, why can’t I get some credit around here? Well, I’ll be signing off now, just working hard to keep my spot in the house.