Me telling the people that I don’t care if it IS raining. It is porch sitting time! Sadly they are ignoring my efforts.
I don't care if it IS raining! It is porch sitting time!
Sadly, the people seem to be ignoring my efforts.
Cat!
Approximately 300 feet away there is a cat! 🐈⬛ That is too close to home for my comfort. My vigilance has surely saved this house from being overrun by rogue cats, squirrels, and bunnies.
Couch Rolling
Gram made me go outside. In torrential rain and wind. I dragged her back in as fast as I could but not before getting soaking wet.
Thankfully we have a nice couch. I was able to dry myself off pretty quickly.
Barking at Bone
Bone was being a bit of a rebel again. I was forced to bark at him.
Barking at Bone
I spent several minutes barking at Bone this evening.
I put him on the couch.
I tried barking to get him to jump down, but he refused to cooperate.
Couch Rolling
Post Ice Cream Container Night Couch Rolling…
Cat!!!
Stupid leashes! I could have caught that cat!
How I got Gram to take me for a walk-
I was forced to get louder and more emphatic with my telepathy.
Container Day
Pap was being extra when he scraped his cottage cheese container today. I could hardly contain myself!
Asking for lovin’s
Asking for lovin's...
Naptime
Gram got me up at an undogly hour this morning. Well, technically she didn’t *make* me get up with her, but she DID put blueberries on her yogurt, and she knows that hearing a blueberry bag is like an alarm clock for me.
After she ate her breakfast, gave me my allotted 5 blueberries, and let me wash her yogurt bowl, we both hit the couch for a short nap.
If you know me, you know that the couch is one of my favorite places to nap with Gram or Pap.
Here I am tunneling under Gram’s blanket and between her feet.
Blanket Gangstering 101
How to be a blanket gangster…
Bed Making 101
Don’t get me wrong-I don’t *wish* for Gram to have hot flashes. When she does though, I get full custody of our blanket and can arrange it to my specifications.
Reminding Pap once again that IT IS NATIONAL DOG DAY. This means the people are required to take me out to porch sit, right?
Reminding Pap once again that IT IS NATIONAL DOG DAY!! This means the people are required to take me out to porch sit, right?
Catching the fly…It didn’t taste as good as I expected.
After I caught it, it got stuck in my teeth. Gram is kicking herself for not videoing THAT spectacle. I finally managed to spit it out. Now it’s just sitting on the rug.
NO-the people are not allowed to pick it up. It is MINE. I caught it myself. Since it didn’t taste good, I’m not sure what to do with it, so for now, I’m just guarding it.
I am not sure what the thing on top of our camper is (Gram note: TV antennae), but it is scary. The people must be alerted to its presence and protected from it!
I have been barking at it for ten minutes and will continue until it is scared away or until I get tired of barking, whichever comes first. Milton out.
Our feathered friend has returned, or actually has been here all weekend while the people were away. I wouldn’t know because I got to go to Dogwood Dog Lodge.
Pap is plotting the best way to catch him. We know where he belongs now. There was a big chase the other day, but he was too fast for the people, and they won’t let me try.
While he’s here, they are calling him Dwight. Dwight Schrooster. He crows when our car comes down the driveway, reminding Pap of a scene from The Office. (Gram note: Dwight Schrute announcing the guests at his garden party)
It’s container day! It’s container day! Oh Happy Easter to me! The cottage cheese box is he-re!
Even in my dreams, I sometimes wag my tail…