This was an accident

Hi hi hi! Ojo here!

This was an accident. 

I accidentally lay too close to Cyrus.

And then Cyrus accidentally cuddled me.

This was purely an accident.

Mud No Mud

Hi hi hi! Ojo here!

We live in a place where the weather is MUD for more than half of the year.

I am a Black Dog. My fur hides the mud. 

Cobi was a Brown Dog. Her fur hid the mud. (Except for her paws, which were light and always told on her when she'd been wading in mud puddles.)

Pepper was a Black Dog. His fur hid the mud.

But Cyrus is a Mostly-White Dog.

What was our person thinking???

Friends, I don't think you can see the level of the problem. Cyrus' legs are BROWN MUD. Cyrus' tummy is BROWN MUD. Cyrus' chest is BROWN MUD.

Even the top of his head has brown mud on it!

But here's the thing... It only takes about three hours, and then Cyrus is dry and the mud is GONE.

How does that happen? I still have mud on ME! Where did Cyrus' mud go?

(Our person says that Cyrus has a coat like a silken windhound, which means that his coat is like something called teflon... whatever that is. When he dries, all the mud falls off!)

(Our person also says that this is why we have the weird-vacuum-robot-thing that goes around the house in circles, sucking up the dirt and mopping the floors!)

More pawtraits!

 Us. In Forest. With liver treats.

This is a good story, don't you think?

He's touching ME!

Hi hi hi! Ojo here! 

He's touching ME? No, that can't be right. How did that happen?

Wait! It happened AGAIN?

And AGAIN?!? 

How is this happening, friends!??

Pawtraits

Hi hi hi! Ojo here!  

We did pawtraits in Forest! Don't you think we are good looking Dogs?

Long Walk with Cyrus

Hi hi hi! Ojo here! 

Today was Saturday-Long-Walk-Day! 

I walk rather slowly these days, friends. My person walks slowly with me, and we take many breaks for me to sniff.

Cyrus doesn't walk slowly. Cyrus ZOOMS!

My person said that I used to zoom like this, but I don't remember that.

My person also said to remember that I used to bump into Angel Cobi's body all the time. This I do remember, so I am very patient when Cyrus bumps into my body.

He's not that bad, really. For a boy.

Pee Ess Here you can see that he is Small compared to ME. I have always been the Small Dog, but now I am the Big Dog!

Invader! Intruder!

INVADER! INTRUDER!

This is Cyrus! He is a teenaged boy! He is stinky! He runs around silly! His food smells better than mine!

And apparently he LIVES HERE NOW!!!

How did this happen??!??

Okay, he's not actually all that bad. I get more treats and more kongs when he's around, and we spend much more time in the yard. And he's mostly pretty polite, for a teenaged boy.

(My person says to tell you that I'm doing AWESOME, and I'm being very tolerant and patient.)

(Does that mean I get more cheese?)

Cyrus is 7 months old, and he is these kinds of dogs:

• Silken windhound
• Cocker spaniel
• Italian greyhound
• Shetland sheepdog

He is 25 pounds. (I am 32 pounds!)

We have been on many Walks together, and also had many Snacks together.

So I guess I will say welcome to Cyrus!

* Photo credit for this last picture goes to Elska's person!