Well, hello, dog fans. I am still here. It got pretty hot there for a while. It didn’t change my routine much. Sleep, wake, go out for a pee, writhe in the bed, eat, sleep again, follow the other mother everywhere she goes, stealth farting, go out for a walk, rest, eat, crazy dog time, nap, go out for a pee, sleep. Occasionally there is a bath thrown in.
Where do you think you’re going?
Yesterday I got a chewy and stayed in my cage for a couple of hours, whilst the other mother and family went out to do errands. I do like my cage, it is restful and smells of chewies past and present.
Treats, mosquito repellent, and fine airline swag.
We got a box of Spanish treats! I approve heartily of the chicken flavored dog treats.
Thanks, family, I miss you all. These people mean well but they are just not the same. I do enjoy their yard, though.
In search of some good stink.
I have settled into a routine here. I start the day with a brief visit to the garden to pee. I return upstairs for breakfast. Then I crawl back into bed with the other mother. We relax together. I go for at least one walk each day. Usually two. If it is sunny, we go out to the garden.
I frolic in the grass.
Once a week, I get a bath, which I pretend to hate but secretly kind of enjoy. I accompany the family on visits to the Plevyak house and to get coffee and to visit the library. Sometimes we play fetch with the squeaky ball. I have dinner. I watch TV with the kids and the other mother at night. They stay up too late for my taste.
I am mostly happy!
I am not friends with the cats but we mostly tolerate each other’s presence. I like to chase them. They hiss and make warning scratches at me. Ninety percent of the time, the scratches don’t connect, but occasionally I yelp in surprise and pain. I have not changed my behavior one iota. Nor do I believe I should. Luckily, there is plenty of room for us to coexist.
I don’t know what they’re doing here.
This morning, I was a good dog and stayed patiently in my house with a chewy while the kids went to the dentist. My reward is basking in the sun in the garden! I am enjoying nibbling the grass. Will there be puking in my future?
I am finishing off the last of my chewy. Oh the joy.
Green and tasty!
I really wish Dottie would stop chasing me.
The cats do not understand my exuberance and avoid me. They are no fun.
I remember fondly 2 days ago, when it was hot! I took turns sitting in the sun and resting in the shade.
All toasty in the sunshine!
Everyone went out to the garden to sit in the shade. Here are the cats.
I didn’t chase them, I just sniffed them.
And here is the one who sometimes feeds me and takes me for walks.
Nice enough chap, but I do not recognize his authority.
Oh beautiful sun, where have you gone?