ThomCat

So Mom and Dad went to some place called TooSan.  I don't know where that is, but they went to play golf.  As usual.  Without me. 

But my dog sitter came and got me after they left and took me to her house.  I didn't know she was coming to get me.  She always comes to me when Mom and Dad go away without me.  How does she know?  Can she tell I'm getting lonely?  I don't know.  But she was there and she brought me to her house.  And that made me happy. 

I've been to her house a couple of times.  She has lots of toys for me that she keeps really neat.  See she even puts them in a basket.  I go and get them out to play with, but I don't put them back.  Is that rude, do you think?  I probably should do that next time.

But the most interesting toy at her house is this:

She calls it, ThomCat.  ThomCat walks on four paws, just like me.  But he's not really like me.  And he's not like my puppy pals.  I mean, just look at what he's doing!  If I got up on a table like that, you can bet your bottom bitcoin I'd get yelled at.  (Did you like that?  "Bottom BitCoin?"  I just made it up.)

I'm very polite to ThomCat.  But I don't play with him like I do my puppy pals.  In fact, I usually keep my distance. 

Mostly, 'cuz I don't really get him.  I once did my puppy play dance and asked him to play with me.  He just walked away.  What was that about? 

There's something about him though that reminds me of some one I know.  I'm trying to remember who it was?  Wait.  I know.  It was Bob Kat.  He looks like a miniature Bob Kat.  I haven't seen Bob Kat in a really long time.  I wonder if ThomCat knows him?  Maybe he can tell me where Bob Kat is.   I'm going to ask him next time I see him.  Which will probably be when Mom and Dad leave me again to go play golf somewhere I've never been to. 

I think ThomCat and I will be good friends after a while.  We just need to know each other better.  Maybe I'll ask Mom and Dad to get me a toy like ThomCat.  If I had my own, I might understand him better and then ThomCat and I could play like my puppy pals.

Hope you have your own ThomCat if you don't have a puppy like me!

Love, G

I had a job interview!

Wooof-eee!  I finally have a job!  It's going to be HUUUUGE!  Here's what happened.

Friday, Mom and me (oops, I mean Mom and I, or is it I and Mom? no, it's Mom and I) went to a school in Central Phoenix.  It's a school where kids need extra help.  And I'm supposed to be the extra help. 

We talked to a nice lady who is a Social Worker.  I think that someone who works with things like my blog and Facebook and Twitter and stuff.  So anyway, she liked my blog (and I think she really liked me, too.  I can tell)  Mom and Patti (the gal we met from Gabriel's Angels) and me and the Social Worker all had a very productive conversation about how I could help these kids.  There's going to be a group of 6 or so that will be MY group.  I said I would like the kids to be a little older, maybe around 9 or 10.  Just 'cuz, I can be kinda scary for the really little ones.  Even though I'm real gentle with them.  I'm almost as big as most of them.   So I decided to go a little older.  Every one agreed with me. 

So then we toured the school and met some of the kids.  There were a group of little girls working with their new Laptops.  They all looked like sisters, 'cuz they all had on the same shirts, and they all had pretty long brown hair.  Mom let me go over and nuzzle them a little.  They petted me and cooed over me.  One of them even took a picture of me on her laptop.  But she had to do a selfie 'cuz she couldn't figure out how to make the camera turn around.  It was so fun.

Then we went in a classroom where one of the boys was not being very good.  I went over and rubbed his leg and he petted me too and pretty soon he was being a good boy.  I think that's what I'm supposed to do.  Help them be happy and good.  This will be fun.

I don't start work until next October.  We will be going back to St. Louis pretty soon and the kids will be out of school for a few months.  It will give me time to think of some activities we can do together.  I'm really looking forward to it.  And while I'm in St. Louis, I'm going to be looking for opportunities to be a therapy dog there, too.  Let me know if you know of any.  (I heard in Tucson that they have Therapy Dogs for the Law Students when they were taking their exams!  That would have been cool, but I didn't hear about it until after they graduated.)

I also like that I can wear my new Gabriel's Angels vest when I go to work.  Wanna see?

It's pretty Rad, don't you think? 

I best be getting to sleep.  As the only working member of this family, I have to keep my energy up.

Love, G

Circle of Bones

 For those of you who know my Mom, you know that she is into this mumbo jumbo time travel in Scotland.  You know, where they go through some old stones and end up in the year 1747 with a guy named Jamie and a gal named Claire?  I think there is a book called "Outlander" and it was written by Diana Gabaldon who lives here is Scottsdale and sells her books at a store called the "Poisoned Pen."  (I really like that name!  Imagine what you could do with a poisoned pen -- "Take that! you nasty Rattle Snake" and then you stick him with your poisoned pen!  That would be real fun.  Uh oh, I'm doing that digressing thing again.

Anyway, mom went to the Poisoned Pen and met this Mrs. Gabaldon.  Lots of people were buying books and having her sign them.  Mom brought her Scotland photo book instead and had her sign the page where she was hiding in the magic stones that let you time travel.  She thought that was cool.

So I decided to have some fun with Mom.  We have stones outside that are in a circle.  They look like this:

But I went and filled the circle with my bones. 

When mom came out later, I chased her around the yard like I sometimes do, and she jumped when she saw my "Circle of Bones".

(They look really eerie, don't they?  I wonder where you can travel if you use bones instead of stones?  Maybe I could go meet dogs in old Egypt.  Or maybe the bones would come alive and they would be big mean cows!  I don't think I would like that.)

 

After mom stopped being surprised, she asked me if I had put the bones there.  I said no, but I don't think she believed me.  Why do you think she wouldn't believe me?

 

Thank you to those of you who sent me comments.  There aren't a lot of them.  Maybe no one is reading my blogs anymore.  I need to see if I can get more people to read my blogs.  It's more fun when lots of people read my blogs.

Stay away from magic stones if you want to stay in 2016.

Love, G

 



Am I Spoiled?

I need to apologize for my Mom.  She's been awful busy lately and just didn't have time to do my blog last week.  (Did you notice that I didn't appear in your email last week?)  She said she might have to go another week, but I couldn't let her do that.  We have to be consistent, I told her.  She threw up her hands and told me to do it myself then!

So I am.  I've decided to do a survey because I keep hearing complaints that I am a spoiled puppy.  And I don't really think I am.  Sure there are reasons to think that I may be slightly (only slightly) spoiled.  For example, I have my very own water fountain.  And all I have to do is look adoringly and the water flows into the bowl so I can drink it.

 

And I guess it's pretty special that I have my own back yard to sunbathe in.

 

 

And there probably aren't a lot of puppies that get to cuddle with their Dad on the sofa.

 

 

Some might even think that the fact that I get a dollop of whipped cream whenever mom makes tea for Dad is perhaps over the top.

 

 

Let's not forget, however, all of the many things I do to deserve this special treatment.  For instance, I get the newspaper every day.  Come rain or shine.  ('Cept there hasn't been any rain since I started getting the paper.)

 

And I go to the doctor and follow my diet when mom says I should.

And I try to stay healthy by doing my yoga exercises every chance I get.

And here I am doing mom's blog for her.  I don't think I am a spoiled dog.  I think I get my due.  Don't you?

I wish you would vote on the comments section of my blog and say whether you think I am spoiled or not.  I'm trying to get my readers to use my comments section so I can see if it works. 

Thanks for your vote.

Love, G