Marley's Report Card

The picture is bad quality, but this is Marley's Report Card from being boarded. It says he ate well. Well duh cause he's chubby! The counselor comments said: Marley did very nice. He is sweet! We enjoyed caring for him! Mama couldn't be prouder! It also said "I enjoyed myself, but I missed you." Of course he missed me! He's my baby! I'm so glad that my little man is well behaved!

Marley Had a Bath

I went to Little Rock this weekend for Michael's 21st birthday, and had to board Marley for the night. He came back smelling pretty rotten, so I gave him a bath. Most dogs hate baths, but Marley loves them. His favorite part is after the bath when I wrap him up like a swaddled baby. He would stay there and snore for hours.

Marley vs. Fayetteville Police Department

On Thursday, Marley and I decided to go to Sonic for a yummy Diet Dr. Pepper with vanilla. Every year Fayetteville holds the second largest biker rally in the nation. It's called Bikes, Blues, and BBQ. We call it BBB, and it started last Wednesday. There were over 400,000 people in Fayetteville, which was a disaster in itself, but Sonic is right around the corner from my apartment. The only thing separating me and Marley from our tasty Sonic drink was the main area for BBB. I decided that on the way to Sonic, we should check it out. Huge 60 year old ladies in sequin tube tobs and leather chaps always seem to interest me. As I was driving past this lovely scene, I get stopped by a traffic cop. I pass by him when he signals me to go, but as I get to the next traffic cop, he signals me to stop and lets other people around me. I was confused, so I rolled down my window. He starts walking up to my car and says, "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, we thought you were holding a baby in your lap." I replied, "Well, he is my baby, but we're not in the same species." He then gets on his walkie talkie and says, "It was not a baby, it was a dog." I think the cop felt stupid for stopping me. I really don't see how Marley could look like a baby, I mean he's white and fluffy and he looks like a dog. Way to go Fayetteville P.D. I'm sure there were way more important things to control with 400,000 bikers there than with me holding my dog in my lap on the way to Sonic.

Marley looks like a baby seal sometimes...

Marley also looks like Falkor from The Neverending Story. See the resemblance? If only he was a big white dragon that could fly...

Lazy Dog

These pictures were taken over the past couple of weeks, but Marley sometimes ends up in the weirdest positions. In the first picture, Michael wrapped Marley up like a burrito. Sometimes I think he enjoys Marley more than me. The other ones are of Marley in his natual sleeping positions. He's hilarious!

My Little Helper

Marley decided that today he would help me make notecards to study for my architecture test. I just wanted to note that I didn't put him up here on the table. He always has to be so close to me that he jumped in the chair and onto the table. He seriously layed there for about two hours and didn't move. I love my dog...

Marley's Getting Smart

So today I was trying to leave to go to the trainer, and Marley was being stubborn about going into his bathroom. Usually all I have to do is throw a toy or a bone in the bathroom, and he'll run in there. This was not the case today. The one day that I'm in a hurry, Marley gets smart. Who would have thunk it? First, I threw a treat in the bathroom. He just looked at me and ran away. Then I tried thowing his favorite stuffed blue puppy in there. He did the same thing. Then, I had to get creative. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a cup of applesauce, which Marley loves. I put it in the bathroom, and it still didn't work. So then I tried the old good fashioned method of chasing him. He ran behind the chair in the living room and I finally caught him by his tail. Needless to say he wasn't too happy being stuck in the bathroom, and he left me a nice present when I came back.

My life...abridged

I swore I would never have a blog, but I decided to start one to share my adventures. Especially with my dog, Marley. For those of you who don't know, Marley is my two year old white pekingese. He is a small dog with a big personality, and honestly, he is my best friend. Marley is practically human. He sleeps with me in my bed, he sits at the table with me while I'm eating dinner, he goes "bye-bye" in the car as much as possible, and he even goes to doggy day care. This dog is so freakin spoiled that he has to have filtered water and organic dog food. But Marley isn't just a dog. Marley is my best friend. He never talks back to me, he listens to everything I have to tell him, and he loves me unconditionally. Isn't that what a friend should be? You guys probably think I'm a big dork, and I'll admit it, I am. Marley was named after the book "Marley and Me." I listened to the book on tape on my long drive home one time, and bawled for a good 45 minutes. He whole gist of the book is that Marley was the worst good dog. He had his moments, but in the end, he was someone's best friend. I will tell you, this sums up Marley to a "T." I can be holding him in my arms like a baby one minute, and as soon as I try to text or make a phone call, he's biting my hand and growling. He's an attention monster that's for sure. He always makes sure and has accidents in the house right where I'm gonna step. He always barks at anyone that comes to the door or anyone he sees out the window. But even though he has his flaws, I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without him. He knows when I'm sad or sick or just need someone to talk to. Yes, don't judge, I talk to my dog. He warms up my feet when I'm cold, and he will lay on my chest for hours. We are a partnership, Marley and me.