Having been home for almost three weeks from California K9 Academy, I have pretty much settled into my own routine. My folks have put up the lights on the outside of the house and there is a tree in our living room. Its interesting but I don't understand why they did what they did. There are lights on it, shiny colorful balls and ribbon. It is of no interest to me though as I am not allowed to play with it.

There are presents all over the house as well. Mom talks about Christmas and how the family is getting together to celebrate. I will meet Mom's mom and Mom's best friend as they are coming to my house to visit. It should be interesting.

The weather is warm again. I liked it when it was chilly and cold. It is more my taste in temperature. My fur keeps me warm so cold doesn't bother me. I particularly like to run and frolic in the leaves that have fallen from the trees in the backyard. Dad has raked them into a big pile. Steven or Dad will throw one of my tennis balls into the pile. I will then charge head on into the pile looking for it. Leaves fly everywhere and the big pile is reduced to nothing in moments. Dad then patiently rakes the leaves back up and the process starts all over again.

I sometimes miss my dog friends that I met at the Academy. I enjoy playing with my human family but there is no comparison to roughhousing with another dog. Koko was my size but too aggressive for me and my mini-Schnauzer friend went home to her family before I left the Academy. The cats around the house still hiss at me but I have learned to pay them no heed. In fact, Tabitha will sit in the backyard while I am out and about. Life is pretty good.