Inside the Benny Studio

1. What is your favorite word?

"Cute" because it's usually followed by people petting me. :)

2. What is your least favorite word?

"No." I don't want anyone to be mad at me.

3. What turns you on?

Playing with other dogs, no matter how big they are.

4. What turns you off?

Being told that I'm being bad. 

5. What sound do you love?

Food being put in my bowl. Om nom nom dinner time.

6. What sound do you hate?

Angry parents.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

I never swear. That's so mean.

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

Wrestling. I love a good faux fight.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Modeling. Staying still is so haaarrrrrd.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

"What a good boy!"

Two Dogs Become One

Hey Peaches!

That is awesome news! The bed is awesome! Clearly your owner is much stronger willed than mine - they didn't last one night with me downstairs in my crate. I was so sad and scared my first night away from my family that I cried and cried all night, even when my voice was hoarse and scratchy. My humans felt so bad, they came and got me after 4 hours and I've slept in the bed every night since.

I support your mission to sleep in the bed and believe in your puppy cuteness. You can do it!

We just got back from the park and it was...interesting. Benny doesn't listen well so my humans don't allow him to walk off leash like me. But then my mom got a "genius" idea. I heard the words "like on the dog whisperer" and the next thing I knew, this was happening:

WTF! Not okay!

Yeah, that's right, she LEASHED US TOGETHER. Apparently, I was supposed to keep Benny in line. What that little guy lacks in weight, he makes up for in enthusiasm and sheer oblivion. He was pulling me all over the place!

In the beginning, we kept getting tangled and my mom had to come and help us out but my dad kept saying things like "they have to learn" and "two dogs become one" AKA I got less and less help as the walk went on.

Luckily, we started to figure it out in the end. Well, I started to figure it out; Benny is an idiot.

Two dogs become one! Or so he said.

Now, if you are ever leased to another dog (which I hope to goodness is not the case), just remember this one rule of etiquette: look away when the other one poops.

It's the polite thing to do.

Unfortunately, I think this "team building exercise" was too successful and it's going to happen again. I'm going to have to build up my assertive abilities.

Until next time,

LuLu

PS My owners are big nickname givers and have shortened all our names to one syllable, only to make them back into two (LuLu, BenBen, CraiCrai, RahRah)...yeah it's a thing.

Victory!

Dear Lucy,

I write to you today from the mountain top of glory. I have been victorious over my most daunting and challenging foe - the bed.

All it took was a big, loud, nasty thunderstorm (I hate thunderstorms!) and mom finally let me snooze in her bed! Well - I'm slightly exaggerating; I don't have the freedom most pups get when sharing sleeping arrangements with their people. She still makes me sleep in my bed, except now it is on HER bed instead of the dirty stinky floor!

Enjoying my new perch with Mr. Squirrel!

It is so wonderful to wake up to your snoring human's big sleepy face and lick them into submission (although one time, I got my nose up her nose and that was not a pleasant experience!) She sure does roll a round a lot though - sometimes I go back to my crate and make sure to jingle my collar loudly and squeak my toys so she knows I'm upset.

All in all, though, it is a glorious feeling and I can't wait for the day where the bed becomes mine, wholly and completely, and she has to ask ME for permission to sleep! HAH!

Wagging tails to you and yours,
Peaches Marie Ann Louise

Long Time, No Bark

Dearest Darlingest Lucy,

I realize I have not written in FUR-ever, and for that, I sincerely apologize! Things have been very busy here since I last yipped - I will fill you in on all the details. 

When last I wrote, my owner was 'working' far far away at a company in a place called Westchester. She had to leave me very early in the morning, and got home way after dark most nights. I was not very happy with this situation, and tried my best every night to be my most adorable self, so that she would not want to leave me the next day. Then in April, I got wonderful news! She wasn't going to be working there much longer!

Me being my most adorable self in my hippo bed
so my owner won't leave me!

It turns out humans do not have people who love them and play with them and feed them for free - they have to make money for food (sort of like how we have to do tricks for our treats!) and if my owner didn't go to this awful place called "a job", she wouldn't have money for treats for ME or new outfits for me to model! This was very upsetting, and although I was happy she would be home with me, I did not want to starve!

Luckily, she has a new "job" at a new place that I like much better. She stays just down the hall every day and I can go in for belly rubs and snuggles! I even help her around the office sometimes. I'm not very good at carrying things but I boost her morale when I can tell she is dealing with a tough problem. 

Here I am hard at work, making sure everything
is in tip-top shape!

I'm not sure if I will continue to like this new job - she keeps saying eventually she will have to go to New York which is even farther than Westchester. I used to get annoyed at having to sit for dinner, but at least I don't have to leave my pack for hours every day! I suppose I am a bit spoiled.

I have also been in training classes. I thought I would be learning about simple etiquette (doesn't my pack realize ALL southern belles like me get etiquette training from a young age!?) but NO. I was tricked! They make me socialize with a MAN for an HOUR. At first, I was appalled and outraged. He is large and smelly and beard-y and has a deep deep voice that I do. not. like. However, he gives me lots and lots of treats, so I am learning to put up with him. He also tells me I am a very pretty girl - at least I know he is not RUDE too. 

I hope things with Benny are going smoothly and he is not pestering you too much. He could learn from your grace and classiness! Maybe if he is nice enough to you, we will let him in our little pen-pal club. Luckily, I have persuaded my pack into thinking I would be jealous and devastated by the presence of another dog - so my future is safe from "little brothers" for now!

Face licks and butt sniffs!
Peaches