Puppy Paper Caper: Bits and Pieces Everywhere...

An empty roll...

A suspicious trail...

Follow it down the hall...

A blur of fur tells it all...

Elsie Mokete's having a ball!

Poodle-jaws rip and shred

Eskie-paws tear and spread

"Oh, I'm such a clever pup!"

"What do you mean, 'Clean it up'?"

I ripped this up for you to keep!

"I think I'd better have a sleep"

"I had such fun, as you can see..."

"Now warning bells toll for me!

Hope you enjoyed my adventure with the paper. 

I sure did! 
love, Elsie Mokete

Rainy Summer Sunday

"It's raining, it's pouring,

Elsie Mokete's exploring,

With her short hair cut

She paddles in mud,

On a rainy Slater Street morning."

Hi, Elsie Mokete here. Do you like my new photos?

My upright takes me outside in a torrential downpour so I can experience a real Ontario rain! It feels good after all the heat, but I'm really getting wet...how come if the rain's supposed to feel so good on the skin, he's under an umbrella?

I'm soaking wet now. And starting to get a little chilly. I need a hug to keep me warm. Wouldn't it be fun to pick me up, and hold me close?

One soggy little doggie (I'm looking  at the front door, wanting to go in) and a happy upright who really doesn't mind getting wet.

Hope you enjoy some rain so your garden will grow.

love Elsie Mokete

It's the middle of a beautiful, hot summer. Our garden is growing, and I'm ready for  a corn roast!  I've eaten corn-on-the-cob once before. This is my second time. Mmmm...it smells so good. I'd like to gobble it up, but I'm a polite puppy and wait for it to cool.

The first time I ate corn, I was so excited I chewed it up--cob and all. And I made a big mess. It was a lot of fun. That was two weeks ago. I was a baby-puppy then, just learning to eat corn.

Last Saturday was my birthday. I'm one year old and so proud of myself. I'm maturing into a polite, sophisticated dog...sort of.  When I eat corn now, I never chew up the cob. I'm too grown-up to do that! Here's what one-year old puppies do.  First, I lick off the butter.

Then, I hold the corn-on-the-cob with my paws. I pick the niblets off one by one. And I don't chew the cob...well, maybe just a little bit. But I hardly make any mess at all. Sophisticated, eh?

Here's a bowlful of perfectly cleaned cobs...I really didn't eat them all myself. I shared with my uprights. They're pretty sophisticated, and don't eat the cobs either. Hope you enjoy some tasty corn this summer! 

love Elsie Mokete