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.
Monday started off cloudy and unpromising. We did what we do every Monday, went out for breakfast at Squat and Gobble. The other mother made me wear my fleece jacket. I hate wearing it, but it definitely cuts back on my shivering in the cold wind.
I got a little nibble of lox. No yummy cream cheese, darn it!
When we got home, what did we receive? A box of treats from Europe! I especially loved the Italian jerky sticks for dogs.
Loot crate from Turkey & Italy!
I ate the jerky stick in 5 seconds. Yum.
I miss my family. They are loud and smelly and numerous and they have a delightful lack of cats with which to compete for affection. The other mother has become very stingy with the treats and table scraps. I nevertheless adore her and follow her around constantly, like her witchcraft familiar. My favorite place is wherever she is.
I wish she would stop dressing me up, though.