Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Gotcha!

One year ago, my life changed in big, big ways. I was happily playing with my brothers, sisters and cousins in the new outdoor home my owner moved us to, thinking that life was just set to be grand. The next thing I know some strange people come to visit and I'm picked up, stuffed into a crate, and driven 16 hours before being dumped into another crate to spend the night in a strange home.

That was quite possibly the worst day of my entire life. I hated just about every minute of it, and was terrified out of my wits.

It also turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. I now get to live with Margo and Jill, and my mom is the absolute best. I follow her everywhere, and she takes me for car rides with her any time she can. We go on walks together and do errands together, and we even get to go visit all the fantistical people at the vet's office sometimes.

April Fools Day will always be a special day for me. Mom says it's my Gotcha Day, but I think maybe I ended up getting her instead. We're both pretty lucky, I guess.


Sunday, March 29, 2015

Those Chickens Are Not My Friends

Mom made me go gather eggs with her the other day. This used to be a fun chore, but the chickens have conspired against me, and they peck at me instead of running away in terror when the see me coming. This isn't cool. At all. I hate chickens. But I stayed close to mom and she protected me from the evil birds with sharp beaks and flappy wings. I also got to sniff fresh eggs. They smelled delicious.

Those chickens make quite a mess in their coop. Mom said that when warm weather comes she's going to have to clean it out. I'm very certain that I won't be there that day, because I can already feel myself getting sick. It's probably Bird Flu that I'm coming down with.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Spring Cleaning Isn't Fun

I'm relying on you, internet friends, to remind me next year that when mom says "spring cleaning," I need to go hide.


Don't worry. I shed all over the house in large handfuls, just because I could. Baths will do that for me. Now we're even.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Other Road Trip

Road trips with mom seem to be the thing this week. I'm not complaining! We went on a trip together yesterday. I wore my going away coat, we hopped into the van, and away we went.

We drove and drove, and went around turns and looked at things and kept driving. It wasn't as long as the other day's trip, but it seemed slower because we slowed down and made a lot of turns. They kept waking me up.

I'm never sure where we're going or what we'll be doing, but as long as I'm with mom, it's all good.

At least that's what I thought until we got to where we were going. We made that whole trip just so mom could get another darn cat! Can you even imagine? She has me! Why would she need another cat? Cats aren't nearly as fun as dogs. True story. Ask any dog.

I sat with mom on the way home and didn't even budge in my seat, because I wanted That Cat to know that mom was mine and it wasn't going to come between us. When we got home, I pretended that it wasn't even in the back of the van, because that's how much I don't even care about That New Cat. Then mom let it out.

I barked at it.

I couldn't help it! It's a cat! And I needed to tell him to stay away from mom because she's all mine. He ran away very fast. I win.

I haven't seen that cat since I barked at him. That'll teach mom to get new cats!


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Road Trip!

I went on a road trip with mom this weekend! It was a good weekend.

Cooper, one of the french pack here, found a forever home in upstate New York with a very wonderful family that promises that she'll be an only dog the rest of her life. That's what she really wants to be so she never has to share or be anxious over what the rest of us are doing. Mom met them part way, which meant that Cooper and mom and I went on a road trip together.

I got to ride up front, because I'm mom's special favorite dog. Cooper had to ride in the back. I tried not to rub it in by doing things like looking at her, so I pretended that she wasn't there and focused solely on looking out the window or napping. Napping is always safe. Plus I'm mostly too small to look out the window and mom sometimes tells me to get down off the arm rest. She only yells at me when I accidentally put the window down, though.

We introduced Cooper to her new family, and then it was just mom and I for the rest of the trip. Mom stopped for gas and I had to stay in the van while she went inside the gas station. She came out with a treat! I didn't know that gas stations had dog treats in them! It was so delicious, and made with all natural ingredients. Those are the best kind. Mom also got rawhide bones for me and Margo and Jill. I sat on mine the whole way home so that it smelled like me and the girls would know to let it alone. I also tried to lick mom's Pringles. They smelled salty.

Mostly, I had a great day, because I got to spend 5 hours with mom. I can't wait until we go road tripping again!