I love popcorn

I love popcorn. Mom has it for dinner sometimes, and will share it with me - she throws me a piece and I always catch it, because I am a really good catcher.

A few weeks ago, after we had popcorn for supper, Mom put the bag in the trash and started to work on her computer. She wasn't paying attention to me, so I was able to get the bag out of the trash can. Sometimes I just don't understand why she throws away perfectly good stuff! She does this at least once or twice a week, and I have to go in the trash and get it back out before it is gone forever! That is one of my jobs around the house - to make sure important stuff doesn't accidentally get thrown away.

Anyway, I had never found an open bag like this before, and at first I made a rookie mistake. I stuck my head so far inside that the bag got stuck, and it was scary! Mom saw me, and I heard her calling me, but I couldn't tell where she was! Fortunately, she didn't get any pictures of this. I finally figured out how to use my paws to get the bag off my head, and settled down to finish off the popcorn.


There was still a lot of good stuff in there! I licked and licked and licked that bag for a long time. Mom finally took it away and wadded it up and threw it away again. And when she went to work the next day, I took it out again and shredded it to tiny pieces and ground it into the carpet. She wasn't real happy about that.

Soccer Dog

I love to play soccer. Last night, Mom got home from work late, so we had to play in the dark. I played the whole game with my eyes closed, and I still beat her! She is really bad at soccer.

Here are some pictures of a game we played last week:

Soccer is my favorite thing to do in my backyard. Mom just doesn't understand the rules! She thinks I am supposed to let her have the ball, but when I do, she just kicks it away and makes me go get it, so I never let her have the ball anymore.

I make Mom chase me and chase me, and she gets SO tired! I never get tired. She looks really funny chasing me, too, 'cause I am so fast.

I try to bring my soccer ball in the house sometimes, and Mom doesn't like that. I don't know why.

Hi, I'm Bailey!

Hi everybody! My name is Bailey, and I am a golden retriever. According to my mom, I am the best dog in the whole world. I am 8 years old, and a boy dog.

I love to cuddle with my stuffed animals. Mom calls my stuffed animals my babies, and so I humor her: when she says "Go get Baby," I bring her back one of my stuffed toys. The ones with the loudest squeakers inside are my favorite ones! It drives my mom crazy when I shake them in her face and squeak the squeaky!

My mom is a jewelry designer, and when she is not making jewelry, she is taking pictures of her jewelry, and then spending a lot of time on the computer. I hate her laptop computer, because I want to sit in her lap.

Mom and I watch TV together, and I bark whenever there is a dog on the TV. We also play soccer almost everyday (mom is not very good). I also take a lot of naps with my baby.

Keep checking back here for more stuff about me, Bailey, the best dog ever. Thanks for visiting!