Mom's back!

Now that is both good and bad. Bad in that I have grown accustomed to MY spot in the bed (and Mom is not much for bouncy dogs in the bed at night). In fact this is how I pretty much spent the 3 weeks that Mom was gone-snuggling with Dad:

Notice that Mom likes to sleep on MY side of the bed and usually banishes me to my condo (aka her nightstand). She also does not appreciate me drooling on her pillows. So that is done, I'm back in the condo-even though I try to dig my way out and bark at night now to bug Mom.
    The good part? Walks are back. Even though I hurl myself down on the ground and refuse to budge to aggravate Mom, I do like a god stroll. Especially when we walk past the acorn tree. I like to sniff each acorn and sample some each time we pass. Scruffs and sleeping on Mom's lap are good. And she always gives me a little taste of what she is eating. Mostly cause I jump on her lap and stare sadly at her until she does. And the clothes she brings back from vacation always smell awesome. I did miss her, so I've spent a lot of time lying on her so that she knows I care.

Safety first

Today is Mom's last blog for a couple of weeks as she is going away and Dad is too busy to blog. I for one am glad she is going cause lately I fear for my life with her around. It started a couple of weeks ago...
   Usually I am in charge of my concussions. As my head is the hardest part of my body, I do not hesitate to use it for crashing into things and bumping things! I run like a mad dog down the hallway and crash into the wall. That is how I roll. But one morning Mom decided to give me a concussion. She let me out of my condo and put on my collar and leash. I responded by grabbing a sock and running around with it, forgetting that I was on my leash and catchable. Mom cut to the chase, said HAHA! and stepped on my leash. As I was running, this forced me up short and propelled me into the door with a loud thud! Mom was horrified, but I walked it off.
  Today however, we came very close to needing an ambulance! Mom was emptying out Mr. Freckles tub of water in the backyard as she is going away and wanted to give him a clean home. She was scooping out his water with a  smaller bucket and dumping it in the tomato garden. She got to the bottom and there was NO MR. FRECKLES! Mom was wondering if a bird or a cat had gotten him when she heard a small splashing noise. She had accidently dumped Mr. Freckles in the tomato garden! Or so she says. She grabbed Mr. Freckles and dumped him into some water.  She cleaned out the tub and put Mr. Freckles back in his home. That was a close call!  And that I why I am glad that Mom is going away for some R and R. It will be much safer without her!

A public bath-could life get any worse?

Mom (and sometimes Dad) sometimes seem to go out of their way to humiliate me.Today was a prime example. We went for a ride in the car. We didn't seem to be heading towards the bad places (the woofer wash-where I get hosed down yet also possibly get antlers-or to the dog park, where sometimes dogs are quite mean!) but we didn't seem to be headed anywhere good (the library, Rigby's estate....). I decided to enjoy the ride and climbed on Mom so I could stick my head out the window (don't worry, she keeps a tight grip on me). We got to a big parking lot and got out. One of the stores smelled pretty good. It was right next to a store called 5 below. Dad went inside and Mom made me walk around outside first. Finally we went inside and it smelled great! There was dog food everywhere and snacks and toys. I was quite happy to look around. But then,  suddenly, Mom grabbed me and put me in a bathtub! Oh no! I've been dopnapped and brought to yet another public bath! It was horrible. Mom hosed me down and put stinky shampoo all over me. I howled in distress but that just made all the people in the store turn and look at me. No one tried to save me! She hosed me off again then stuck on even stinkier conditioner! After I was hosed off, Dad came over and toweled me off. Then they turned a big fan on me. Now, sadly, I am totally fluffy and really don't smell like myself. Now I kinda understand  how my bff feels with freshly cleaned carpets and new furniture. It is like being in an alternate universe!

Just a little tired, but energy is building back up...

I am only now recovered from Saturday. I don't like to admit it, but I was slightly tuckered out after a morning with my bff and his family! And even more shocking was that Rigby's sis was able to get some shots of my face! Normally I am a quiet and reserved pup who does not like to bring attention to himself. So usually I make sure that my bottom is in photos rather than my face. I am however , through no fault of my  own, a very handsome pup. Enjoy some photos of me:

 It's a thirsty job running around Rigby's estate with him!

 I have a very cute  nose! Always moist and cold.

Here my bff and I are having a well deserved rest.

Dog Days!

Mom was actually right! It was a fun day! Mom, Dad and I went to Old Westbury Gardens (aka my bff  Rigby's estate)! And guess who was there! My bff Rigby, his sister Grace and his Mom! We walked all over except where they wouldn't let us! Dad sat on a bench and listened to music and watched the geese while the rest of us went to see all there was to see!

I always have so much fun when I get to see Rigby! I think that Grace managed to get some photos of me although I always try to avoid that!

A Promise of Fun

It was a really weird morning. Normally I am up really early and make it my job to whine and whimper sadly to ensure that Mom wakes up too! However, this morning I was peacefully slumbering when an earthquake hit! All of a sudden my pillow was shaking! I woke up all right-groggy and confused-only to finally realize that Mom was shaking my pillow. I think (due to my new wolf like attitude) that she was afraid to stick her hand in my condo and wake me up. I looked at her for a bit and she waited until my eyes lost their predatory shine to rub me on the head. Then she put my collar on and took me downstairs. We went outside and then back inside for breakfast and fresh water. And I must agree with my bff Rigby that water is BLAND! I went under the kitchen chair and lay down to take a nap.
    Later, I woke up to the sound of Mom running through the living room. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed my leash, hooked me and and ran out the front door with me. Apparently she thought it might rain and wanted me to get a good walk in before-because as everyone knows, I am NOT a fan of water (unless it is in the form of ice cubes or snow). When we came  back, she let me snuggle with her on the couch for a while. She told me that something fun  and exciting was going to happen on Saturday! I am a little worried cause I'm not sure that Mom and I have the same concept of fun. She seems to think it is fun to drag me on hideously long walks and to give me a bath! I guess I will have to wait and see.

Full of kinetic energy

Mom says that I should be studied as a new source of energy. My tail wagging alone could power the house she often says.  I cannot help that I am chock full of energy all the time! Last night was boys night. Dad and I were alone in the house (no MOM!). We had dinner together, then we lounged on the couch for a while-just relaxing. Later something surprising happened. Dad and I went for a walk-a real walk (in fact a Mom like walk!). But it was much more fun with Dad cause he doesn't drag me quickly down the street. We mosey slowly and peacefully. When we finally got back to the house, I ran inside and discovered that Mom was  home! She had thought the long walk would drain my energy, but no. I am like one of those toy cars. You pull it  back and it goes zooming around. I had built up a lot of energy on the walk, so I ran over to Mom, jumped up on the couch, jumped off, grabbed my little soccer ball and went careening around the house, growling and snarling like a wild thing! Nothing wears me out!