Pawsin' With Palmer: Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Hey y'all! Palmer here - or you can call me  Palmie, or Palmie Palm, like my mom likes to call me sometimes, lol.

It's been awhile since I took over the blog and so much has been happening in my life. Right after Thanksgiving, the humans put up a big tree in the living room, put crunchy lights and ornaments all over it and then spent the next month nagging me to stay away from it. Now really, they put a tree, for Pete's sake in the house and then tell me it's off limits? Au contraire, Mom and Dad, Au contraire! I was an eight month old pup in December and leaving a tree laden with goodies - in the house! - alone, well, not gonna happen. Didn't happen. It was a rough month.  Even the Elf on the Shelf, creepy vintage Santa and a Virginia Tech garden gnome couldn't keep me away from that Frasier fir.

A few weeks back I was hanging around the yard and found an awesome branch that my dad had trimmed off the rose bush. A bit prickly, but fun while it lasted. However, me being me, the branch poked me and I contracted Rose Thorn Disease. Oh yeah, it's a thing. And I got it. No worries, a few antibiotics and I will be as good as new soon. My mom says I am bankrupting the family...

I am also deep into my studies at obedience school. Personally, I think doing things my way has been working out just dandy, but - again - Mom and Dad have different ideas. So, I have been working on "basic manners" every Saturday morning. It's safe to say that I am the under achiever in class, but at least I am the best looking.

Lastly, who turns nine months old today? Me, this guy! Yup, all seventy two pounds of me. I am large and in charge. When I am not sleeping!

Until next time...

Keepin' it pawsitive,
Palmer