
That's me two weeks ago, and this is the usual first post, you know, the first post that you must write when creating a new blog.
Well, I think I should start talking about me. Actually, I don't know much about me, all I know is that I'm a dog and and stuff, but what I know is that my mom was left alone when me and my 6 brothers were still in her belly.
Some guys from this place found her and took her to a clinic, where we were born. Some time later, this nice couple went to the clinic and adopted me.
It's been 2 weeks since then.
We live in a flat (no idea where it's located). My master (who likes to call himself "dad") works at home, with his computer. He insists in taking me stupid pictures in embarrassing situations. I usually try to help him with his work, but apparently his computer doesn't like me: it starts beeping after a few keystrokes... well, it might be because it's a bit hard to type with my little pawns.
My new mom wears some really soft clothes, they are so soft and licking them is really nice.
Right now I'm in that stage where I really need to bite everything, you know? I'm going for the softer things first though (I have to take care of my tooth).
Exploring the whole flat is really stressing, smells keep changing, no matter how hard I try to mark places, both dad and mom insist in cleaning.
Things I've learned so far:
- I think my name is "Chester", although "chucu-chucu" and "chessy" get me a little confused some times (I really hope it's "Chester")
- Eating some things will make you poo a lot. Don't know which ones though, I'll have to keep tasting.
- If you're a dog, you can't have privacy when going to the bathroom. Everyone's looking where you're going to make the deposit...
Labels: dog, firsttimer, imsocute