100 % back to normal!

This morning when I woke up, I was 100% back to normal! Fully charged and totally rambunctious! Dad let me out of my condo and  stuck me on the bed with Mom. I lay on my back and wiggled around sneezing. Then Dad took me downstairs. Later, Mom came down and then there was a knock on the door! It was my Grandpa! He came and  petted me but then left. Mom let me out and went to look up something on the computer (without blocking the stairs!). As soon as she was busy, I zoomed upstairs to see what I could chew. I need to come up with a machine that sounds like me running around downstairs so that no one knows I am being naughty upstairs. Eventually with a lack of noise, Mom figured out that I was upstairs being naughty. She running upstairs and caught me red pawed with a sock. She yelled "Bad Dog" at me (which is rude!), so I countered by obeying her command to sit and stay-but added rolling on to my back and puppydog eyes to disarm her. It worked. She told me I was a good dog and attached my leash. We went downstairs and she put my coat on so we could go for a walk. I insisted on walking in the snow. Then I barked at all the neighbors. Then I ran in circles in the snow at the end of my leash. The best was when Mom was on an ice patch and I decided to run and pull her. She flailed for a while but didn't fall.Then Mom let me play in the backyard, where I discovered Dad's sneaker under the snow and threw it around for a while.
   Then Mom told me that my bff had written in his blog about me. You can see it at "Rigbysmanse.blogspot.com" . She said that he was also exhausted! It was quite a fun weekend!

85% recuperated

Mom says that if I ever go on a sleepover with Rigby again, she will have to feed me pasta before to prepare me for the marathon of exercise! I have somewhat recovered. Yesterday, Dad came home at lunch to find me passed out IN the hated crate! That is how deliriously tired I was! I apparently went into the crate that I hate and snoozed?! What is wrong with me! By the time Mom and Dad came home my battery was about 85% recharged. I was excited to see them, and even more excited to go outside in the snow with Mom. I stuck my nose in every snow drift. Then I made some trails. That kinda tuckered me out, so when we went back inside I jumped up on the couch and rested. Mom dragged me into the kitchen for dinner. I miss having Rigby around to finish my meals. Mom always yells at me for not eating it all. After dinner I decided to be nice to Mom. After all she must have been totally sad and distraught without me for 3 days. When she sat on the couch, I jumped up on her and lay down (even though she DID NOT  have any food). I rolled over so she could rub my belly. That always makes people happy. I didn't even try to stick my snout onto her iPad. Instead, I lay there and dreamed about all the fun I had with my bff Rigby and his family.

The end of the sleepover

Today was the end of my sleepover at my bff Rigby's house! Mom and Dad came to pick me up. I had a great time and Grace was nice and told Mom that I was good! Mom wasn't sure about that, but said she would get the scoop from Grace tomorrow at work when I wasn't around. Rigby and I had a lot of fun. Mom said that I should feel bad about using Rigby as my pony and riding around on his back, but playing exhausts me! Also, I feel bad that my muddy tummy tracked dirt everywhere, but I personally don't think it was worth yet another bath!
   When we got home, I immediately collapsed on the floor. I am so tired! Mom gave me dinner and I left some for Mom to package up for Rigby. He likes my salmon wilderness food-it brings out your inner wolf. Anyway, thanks to my bff Rigby, his sister Grace and his Ma and Pa for allowing me to vacation with them! I give the sleepover 5 Bones!

My first sleepover!

Yesterday was a very exhausting day! First my Grandpa came over so  I bounced all over in excitement. Then Mom and I went outside to walk him to his car. Another car pulled up and my Grandma got out! I was very excited to see her, cause she doesn't come visit that often! I bounced all over her. It was nice to see her but then she insisted on brushing me. After she left, I lay on the couch by Mom and took a nap. Dad came home and asked if I wanted to go for a ride! Of course I do! I love rides in the car. This ride however was not good. We ended up in a store that had yummy do treats but also bathtubs! And Dad picked me up and stuck me in one! Then Mom turned on water and soaked and shampooed me. I was very unhappy and howled as all the people in the store looked at me. Then something even worse happened! The fan of death! Mom took the fan and tried to dry me, but it just made me extremely fluffy! Finally we left. I was so exhausted! We went home and I managed to eat my dinner before collapsing.
    Then Mom said she had something to tell me. I was finally old enough to have my first sleepover and it was going to start tonight. I wasn't sure what a sleepover was but I WAS VERY PERTURBED because Mom came out of the kitchen with the evil crate! I hate that crate. When I was just a tiny pup, I was put in that crate and  took a long plane ride to go live with Mom and Dad. mom and Dad were the good part, but the crate is bad! I barked at it and attacked it to no avail. Dad asked me if I wanted to take another car ride. So we went out to the car, but I noticed that the crate came too. We pulled up in front of a house I had never seen before. I barked to let the neighborhood know that I had arrived. The door opened and I saw my BFF Rigby's  sister! I ran up the steps and inside the house. Then I saw Rigby, his Mom and Dad and Grace! How exciting  I thought! Maybe a sleepover is visiting Rigby? then Mom and Dad petted me and left!
    Now all my readers will have to wait until tomorrow when Mom and Dad come get me to find out if I was good or naughty, and whether Rigby and his family ever want to see me again!

Eating with Dad

It's always good when Mom goes to work and Dad stays home. I get to snuggle with Dad and he usually gives me MUCH better food. Yesterday for instance, Dad and Grandpere were eating pie (which I really would have enjoyed)  and I got a BUNCH of turkey! Mom only gives me sweet potato, which I do enjoy, but turkey is much much better. The only problem was that it gave me a bit of a tummy ache, so later that night I had to lie on the couch by Mom so that she could rub my belly while I whimpered sadly.

Sneaker Time

Yesterday morning Mom let me go outside and play in the backyard. I love running around the backyard and barking at the people walking by. Yesterday was made even more fun by the fact that Dad had been considerate enough to leave a pair of sneakers outside for me to play with. I grabbed a sneaker and ran around the yard like a crazy dog. Eventually I was lured inside by a treat. Mom was very busy in the kitchen and I could smell all kinds of good things, but I was a little stressed by the fact that the oven was on and I would have to be on the lookout for smoke. Dad eventually showed up and started peeling something called turnips. A piece dropped on the floor but it did not smell or taste good so I left it. What was weird though is later Dad came back and started smashing up the turnip which had cooked-he added butter and cream and pieces flew all over the place as he mashed it. I tasted some again and it was much better. Dad is a good cook! Finally the company had all arrived and it was time to eat (but a lot earlier than I usually eat). We went into the living room and I got to eat too. Mom gave me some sweet potato (she cooked a whole one just for me), some shredded turkey and , best of all, some bacon! Real bacon, not the fake "doggy" bacon that Dad buys me. All in all, it was a very tasty day.

Just doing my job

In case you don't know, my Dad is a volunteer firefighter. I'm a junior firefighter and I take my job VERY seriously. Dad says that I am better than a fire alarm. When they use the fire pit outside, I get very upset cause they never put a bucket of water next to it. I usually hide by the kitchen door.  On Saturday, Mom decided to bake some cookies. She put them in the oven and then she went out to get bagels. Well, the parchment paper started smoking and her cookies started burning. Smoke makes me very nervous. I started  howling and barking to get Dad's attention! The smoke alarm didn't even go off, but I was on the job. I barked and howled and made such a fuss that Dad came downstairs. He took Mom's cookies out of the oven and put them outside, and left the door open so the smoke would clear. Then he let me come upstairs with him to the non-smoky area. When Mom came home she was very confused as to why her cookies were sitting outside. I came down to show her all the burnt bits but she wouldn't let me eat any! She did give me a dog biscuit for my good fire alarm skills.