New Years Eve

December 31, 2006 New Years Eve. The last few days have been spent with Tom. We have had a great time together, going for long walks, chasing the ball and doing some training. Whenever we are on a walk, Tom tells me to stay at an intersection and wait until he tells me to go. At first I had a hard time figuring it out, until a big car went past one day. Now I know what he means. Lots of times I am stopping at the road by myself, even before I am told. When Tom says OK, then I get to cross. I’m even starting to walk with a slack leash, although it was really fun pulling Tom along.

Renee came back yesterday and joined in the fun as well. I was so happy to see her; I almost shook my bum off. I think they have dubbed me “wiggle-bum” as I hear that quite a lot when I’m happy. It’s not my fault though; those other people lopped off my tail when I was only a couple of days old. Something to do with a years old tradition, and why they call my breed “Bob-Tails”.

We have settled into a great routine. I really love it here with Tom and especially when Renee is here. They are really great parents. It is a really quiet New Years Eve though. I was fast asleep early, and so was Renee. Tom was watching TV, and then I heard a countdown, 5-4-3-2-1 and then a bunch of people on the TV were yelling “Happy New Year”. Outside there were horns honking and some loud bangs. I’m not sure what they were though.