Average Day

Bob doesn't like to sleep past 9. If I'm not awake by 9, he will stretch on me and drag his sharp claws down my arm. Then he will bite me or roll around next to me making sure he bumps into me several times. Then he will get within a few inches of my face and whine. Although it is cute, I am not a morning person and it is a little irritating. So I may not need an alarm clock when school starts up again because I have a little dog.
It snowed a little yesterday. By a little, I mean about 1/2 an inch. Barely a skiff. It was melted by noon. But Bob was excited. We couldn't keep him in the house. He would just go outside and stand. Wanted me to play with him. He loves the snow.
It's supposed to snow today. I think we're supposed to get several inches. Bob should be very excited. He'll bouce around like the goofball he is.
Ciao!

Weather woes

Bob doesn't like the rain. In fact he hates it. It rained really hard all day yesterday. He wanted out and every time I'd open the door for him, he step back. I had to pick him up and put him out. He would take about two steps out the door, go to the bathroom, and want back in.
But he loves the snow. It snowed a couple of weeks ago and he bounced around in it, didn't want to come in, and wanted to play. Then it rained and all he wants to do is sleep.
It's amazing how animals are so like humans. Bob feels down in the dumps when it rains, and so do people. He loves to play in the snow, and so do some people.
He is a sweet dog. I'm glad I have him.

Irritations

Bob was very naughty last night. He decided that he didn't want to come in the house after going out. Of course it was after one in the morning. He wouldn't come to me, I even got the ball out. After 20 minutes, I finally flushed him out. He got in big time trouble. He lost his ball for the entire day today. No ball at all.
He's an old dog and it's very hard to train him. He won't come to anyone when called, unless he wants to. So, I'm working on him. I have three more weeks until school starts again, so I have some time to work with him.
The little snot. :)

Further info

I will post some pics as soon as I can. :)

Meet ball obsessed Bob

Bob's my dog. He's a cute little Shih Tzu who's six years old. He's only been my dog since about September. He's sweet tempered, but he has a major ball obsession. He will search for his ball until he finds it, then he expects you to play ball with him for hours. He must sleep with the ball.
Yes, Bob is obsessed.
His favorite ball is the small tennis ball that I found for him at Walmart. It's green and I have two of them. He knows there are two. These tennis balls are the only ones he cannot chew up. He has several bouncy balls, but he can chew them to little tiny pieces.
Bob will pout when the ball is gone. He will whine and cry until the ball is given to him.
If you will not play ball with him, Bob will throw the ball for himself.
Bob becomes psychotic when the ball is in view or in the vicinity of his nose. If you try to hide the ball under your leg, a blanket, or any other object, he will dig until he frees his "baby."
Bob is obsessed, but he is a sweet dog.
Welcome to Bob's blog.