Hi everyone!  My name is Rosie, Rosie Polson to be exact.  My birthday is 4-5-6, which makes me 4 ½ years old.  I am a Boston terrier and I live in Orlando, Florida.  Even though a girl isn’t supposed to tell her weight, I weigh 27 pounds and I am all muscle.  Doc Brown told me so.  I have one brown eye and one blue eye and everyone thinks that is cool.  My tail doesn’t curl very well but that is ok, it makes me special.  My Mommy told me I could be a “guest blogger” today and talk about a day in my life.

Every morning Mom wakes up at 6:30 and takes me for a two mile walk in the park.  This is my favorite time of day.  Mom likes to walk pretty fast and I do my best to stay ahead of her for protection.  Some days I am not in the mood and I like to walk slowly.  I sniff the grass and see if any new dogs have visited.  The park is the most fun when other people bring their dogs too.  I have some friends that I see every day, especially Molly and Jake.  We like to sniff each other and growl a little bit. 

When we get home, Mom takes a shower and gets ready for work.  I play with Dad now.  He especially likes it when I play with him while he reads the paper. 

When Mom leaves for work I go to sleep.  I usually sleep all day so I am well rested when Mom comes home.  Sometimes Dad takes me for a car ride; that is a real special treat.  I love to go in the car and I sit in the seat like a big girl and behave.  Sometimes I stick my head out the window.  We go to Dad’s church camp and then I can run and play with the other dogs.  I come home really tired when we go to camp, there is a lot to do there.

Mom comes home from work about 5:30 and then it is time for dinner.  Mom always fixes my dinner because if Dad does it I won’t eat.  One time a month I get a special Heartworm chewable pill that I don’t like.  When I spit it out, mom wraps it with cheese.  I eat all the cheese and spit out the pill.  Then mom wraps it up in peanut butter.  I lick all the peanut butter off and spit it out again.  I am very smart; how else am I going to get cheese and peanut butter?  One time mom cut the pill up in real tiny pieces and mixed it in with my dog food.  I spit every piece back out too.   I remember mom talking about how much she hates mushrooms and how she picked them out of Papa’s food so I decided to do the same thing.  Mom was real frustrated over that. 

I jump on people and Mom yells at me when I do.  I can’t help it though, I am really happy to see everyone.  I don’t want to scare them, I want to play.  Sometimes Mom gives people a piece of newspaper to hold and that is mean, I don’t like newspaper.  I go lie down when that happens.

I like to play ball, so when Mom and Dad are watching TV, they throw the ball for me.  I would go get it for hours but they get tired and quit.  It really makes me sad.  I like to chew bones too. I have many bones so I don’t get bored.  There is nothing like a good bone to chew.

After we play ball for a while, I go for a short walk around the block one more time.  I have to make sure everything is safe before we retire for the evening.

My bedtime is 9:00 and if Mom isn’t paying attention I have to remind her.  I kiss her face all over until she looks at the clock and takes me out one more time.  Then I get in my crate and mom gives me a puperoni and tells me night night. 

I snore a lot when I sleep and Daddy sticks his fingers on my nose when I get really loud.  And I cry in my sleep too when I am dreaming.  It makes Mom and Dad laugh.  If I hear an odd noise I growl.  I mean business then.  This is my most important job and I try really hard to do it right.

I am a really blessed dog.  Some people say I am spoiled but I think God gave me the perfect Mom and Dad.

I hope you liked my blog today.  If you want to be a guest blogger I am sure Mom would let you try.  Just ask!


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