Saturday, January 24, 2015

We Ran Away From Home

Sometimes mom goes away, and I don't like that. I don't like when she leaves overnight and doesn't take me with her. I mean, I don't even like when she goes grocery shopping and doesn't take me with her! It's even worse when she is gone for a few days, or a week, and there I am at home with the other dogs like I'm just a dog. So mom and dad packed up some suitcases and loaded them into the van, AND THEY TOOK ME WITH THEM.

It was so much fun! We rode in the van and I watched things fly by, and I couldn't wait to see what I was going to get to do when we arrived at where we were going. Were we going to hike in the woods? Walk along the river? Play at the beach? Ooooh, the fun that was sure to be awaiting!

So we arrived at a house, and mom and dad unpacked the van and took a crate inside for me, and I am very confused. Are we living here now? Without the kids and other dogs? This isn't cool. At all. One time they let me at the new house while they went away, and I was SO HAPPY to see mom, and then after snuggling on the couch together with her for a few hours, it was bedtime. I wasn't happy being in my crate in a strange place. This is scary.

In the morning, mom and I snuggled on the couch again for a while, and then she put my coat on and I got to leave with her and dad again, but not before dad made me go outside without mom to help him get firewood. Dad tried to make me leave mom, and now I'm not any more sure of dad than I am of this whole trip thing. Life has become really, really confusing.

In town, I had to stay in the van while mom and dad shopped, and that was stressful, too. All the people that walked by, and mom wasn't one of them. I missed mom. A lot. But then? She came back! And she took me to Sheetz and got me 2 hot dogs all to myself! That's how I know mom loves me even if she has to leave me sometimes.

Mom took me into a store with her after lunch! That was fun, because she carried me, but then in the next store she put me in a cart and started pushing me around. OHMYGOSH, I was moving and mom wasn't carrying me! I tried to jump out, so mom put me in the baby seat and petted me until I calmed down. You know what? Being pushed around a store in the baby seat is kind of not a bad thing. You can see a whole lot of people all seeing you, and it's kind of fun. And relaxing. And I was with mom.

I'm really not sure about this whole "new house" thing, though. I mean, it's just mom and dad and me. Why did they leave the kids? And the other dogs? And are we ever going home? For now, I'm just not letting mom out of my sight, and enjoying snuggles on the couch as much as I can.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Margo Saga

So that dog Margo has been in the news a lot lately. And here I thought this was my space. Today is about her as well, and let me tell you, mom is none too happy with her. But it has a happy ending. For me. So I'm okay with how things went down.

Margo is a skilled lady. She can open her crate door all by herself. Sometimes, when mom is in town, Margo will get out and wander around the house all by herself because the rest of us are locked up and have no choice but to just watch her. This doesn't exactly sit well with us, of course, because it's just not fair. All I keep thinking is how mom is going to be unhappy with her, and I'm always right. That's because I know mom best.

The other day, Margo got out while mom was at church. Mom came home and made Margo sit in her crate with the door wide open for an hour for her punishment. I tried really hard not to walk by and taunt her with the toys I had. I can't be blamed if I just wanted to sit in the dog bed right in front of her crate and enjoy a good chew on my nylon rope, can I?

Sunday evening when the family went to church again, mom locked Margo up and then stooped down to look her right in the eyes. She told her to stay put. I know that mom means business when she talks like that, because mom and I are close that way. I always listen to mom. Margo does not. She got out after the family left. AND THEN SHE LET HER PUPPIES OUT.

Margo was in big, deep trouble.

Margo and the puppies played and played and played. They took mom's shoes and all the toys and they ran all over the house and had a good time. I kind of wanted to play with them, but I know that when I'm put in a crate that I'm supposed to stay there. Plus, I didn't want to get yelled at like Margo would when mom got home. I never do anything to make mom mad like she does. I'm good. Margo is not.

The boys got home first and locked up Margo and the babies, but mom still knew because mom is smart that way. Plus the boys told on her, because she deserved it. But Margo's new punishment is to sleep in my crate now because the latch is different and she can't get out. My crate is small and Margo's crate is big. I got an upgrade! And mom put in my ginormously large pillow, too, so now my crate is like a castle. I love it. I thank Margo every day for it. She's a good dog to share.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015


You know that thing where I'm the only dog allowed upstairs, and willing to go to the basement? That changed. Margo decided that she'd brave the steps and join me in the basement when mom goes to sew.

I'm not sure what I think of this. At first I was pretty excited to show her around, because it's my own little domain and I had a guest there. But Margo is a take-charge kind of dog and likes to show herself around, so she pretty quickly told me that I didn't need to play the host. I sat on my pillow at mom's feet, because I didn't know what else to do, and mom was sewing. That's my spot when she sews.

Margo chewed my bones. She'd found my stash. Mom set up a bed for her, and she took my bones to her bed. All of my bones. She looked happy. I was not.

Margo got tired of chewing my bones in her bed, so she explored the basement. She tried to sleep on mom's stack of sweaters to be turned into dog coats. Mom said no. I was secretly happy. She found a tennis ball. We played with that together and it was really fun. Maybe having Margo in the basement would be a good thing after all! And then she chewed the ball into tiny pieces so that was the end of the fun.

While I was sniffing the remains of my tennis ball, Margo went to sleep on my pillow at mom's feet.

That's not cool at all.

I don't like Margo in the basement.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Couch Time

The new year didn't start out so fun for mom because the cold she had for 3 weeks finally got the best of her and she ended up at the doctor's office for meds. I like the vet way better than the doctor's office, because I can go to the vet but not to the doctor with mom. She said the cough medicine she got was killer, though, and has completely taken care of her cough.

While the weekend wasn't the best for mom, it was not so bad for me. Because mom lost a lot of sleep coughing, she was really tired over the weekend and we snuggled on the couch together for several hours so she could rest. I don't like when mom is sick, but it does have its benefits.

Maybe tomorrow mom and I can get outdoors and go for a walk. I helped her rest really good this weekend.