Aug 2009
Dog Park — at Home!
10/08/09 17:42 Filed in: Pawsonal
Two darknesses ago, my Mom and Dad hosted a gathering
of many of their two-legger friends here in the new
place. They've had such gatherings before but this
one was different in three important ways: first,
there were a LOT more two-leggers at this one than at
any of the ones they have had before; second, this
gathering was outside and they cooked yummy-smelling
edibles on the big black hot thing; and third, and
most importantly, they invited FOUR LEGGERS too!
What fun!
At the height of the gathering, I had seven of my best four-legger friends with me in our back yard. We ran and played and fought and barked and rolled and laughed and barked and rolled and played for hours. Of course, Riley was there. And Barak. And Robbie. And Max. And Boomer and Bebe. And, oh, who am I forgetting? I'll think of it.
We four-leggers got the whole fenced yard to ourselves. Mom and Dad kept their two-legger friends in our neighbour's back yard. Too bad they kept the food there too! And a very nice two-legger young'un, Christine, spent most of her afternoon playing with us. That was nice too. She's a great pal to us four-leggers and, if you ask me, I think she's trying to convince her Mom and Dad to adopt a four-legger into her family. Wouldn't that be nice?
Of course, somehow Boomer managed to squeeze his way through a tiny, tiny space under the wall of the car-port. So he had to go home. And Robbie, well, Robbie jumped right over the gate on the stairs into our house, ran through the house itself and out the front door to find his Mom. Crazy crazy dog!
I wish we had photos to show you but my Dad made a mess of them. He told me all the photos came out looking like you had your eyes squeezed shut and were trying to look out through your fur! Oh well. It was really fun anyway!
What fun!
At the height of the gathering, I had seven of my best four-legger friends with me in our back yard. We ran and played and fought and barked and rolled and laughed and barked and rolled and played for hours. Of course, Riley was there. And Barak. And Robbie. And Max. And Boomer and Bebe. And, oh, who am I forgetting? I'll think of it.
We four-leggers got the whole fenced yard to ourselves. Mom and Dad kept their two-legger friends in our neighbour's back yard. Too bad they kept the food there too! And a very nice two-legger young'un, Christine, spent most of her afternoon playing with us. That was nice too. She's a great pal to us four-leggers and, if you ask me, I think she's trying to convince her Mom and Dad to adopt a four-legger into her family. Wouldn't that be nice?
Of course, somehow Boomer managed to squeeze his way through a tiny, tiny space under the wall of the car-port. So he had to go home. And Robbie, well, Robbie jumped right over the gate on the stairs into our house, ran through the house itself and out the front door to find his Mom. Crazy crazy dog!
I wish we had photos to show you but my Dad made a mess of them. He told me all the photos came out looking like you had your eyes squeezed shut and were trying to look out through your fur! Oh well. It was really fun anyway!
More Summer Days
02/08/09 17:03 Filed in: Pawsonal
The great ball of fire in the sky has come out to
play. I love how warm it feels on my fur and how
bright and beautiful it makes the world. It's hot,
sure, but it's a nice change from all the wet we've
been having.
My Mom is gone again, I don't know where. She left two sleeps ago and I miss her a lot. I go to check to see if she's come back every time my dad and I come home and every morning when I wake up. Dad's okay — he plays with me and goes for walks with me and all that — but nothing beats my Mom for every day life.
Dad took me out to the long water today. We walked along the trail and sniffed the plants and all that but it was too hot. So we went back to the long water, under the bridge, and I went for a swim. Is that ever a nice feeling to go for a swim in the nice, cool, flowing wet after a long walk in the warmth of the ball in the sky. I just don't ever want to get back out again.
We're back home now. Mom wasn't here when we got back (I checked!) but it's still okay. I'm cool and tired and just want to go to sleep.
Maybe Mom will be back when I wake up again.
My Mom is gone again, I don't know where. She left two sleeps ago and I miss her a lot. I go to check to see if she's come back every time my dad and I come home and every morning when I wake up. Dad's okay — he plays with me and goes for walks with me and all that — but nothing beats my Mom for every day life.
Dad took me out to the long water today. We walked along the trail and sniffed the plants and all that but it was too hot. So we went back to the long water, under the bridge, and I went for a swim. Is that ever a nice feeling to go for a swim in the nice, cool, flowing wet after a long walk in the warmth of the ball in the sky. I just don't ever want to get back out again.
We're back home now. Mom wasn't here when we got back (I checked!) but it's still okay. I'm cool and tired and just want to go to sleep.
Maybe Mom will be back when I wake up again.