Catching Up

I have stories to share from last month, (remember Mom couldn't get the Blog to work so we had to stop for awhile).  I've been storing up stories  (that's good, huh?  Storing Stories.  What would they call that?  It's not alliteration which I know is a bunch of S sounds, but if you use a verb and a noun that are the same word at the same time.  That's pretty clever; that's what I call it).  Anyway, here's  a story from when Mom and Dad were in Europe.

I stayed with Jan (of course, who else would I stay with!).  And I met lots and lots of friends.  There was Big Kona.  He kinda looks like me, don't you think?  He's very polite, just like me.  He let me play with toys and he never tried to take them away.  

Then there was Daisy.  I really liked playing with Daisy.  And sometimes she would get on the couch, and I would get on the couch with her.  She let me be her special friend.  I liked that.

And sometimes when we would play hard, we would go on the couch and just veg.  "Cuz we were DONE! DONE! DONE!

Then there was Rudy.  Rudy thought he could stare me down.  But nobody stares Guinness down.  ('cept maybe Mom.)  But no dog can stare me down.  I'm too good at it.  

But then, I've had lots of practice staring at Mom when I want her to do something.

So I had lots of fun at Jan's even though I missed Mom and Dad.  

But let me tell you one more story before I go.  It's about more dog friends.  This just happened yesterday.  We were walking and we saw two of my friends playing in a park.  All by themselves!  It was Winston and Ollie.  They're brothers.   Mom said, "This can't be right.  These guys shouldn't be out here with no one around."  So she checked their collars and there was a phone number and an address.  No one answered the phone.  (They were probably out looking for Winston and Ollie.)

Luckily, Mom had her raincoat on and the raincoat had these two long ties on each side of it.  So she tied up Ollie to one side and Winston to the other.  Then I led the way and we took my friends back home.  It was pretty funny.  Their Mom was just getting into the car to go look for us so she was really happy we had brought them home.  It was a nice end of our day!

Hope you have lots of friends to stare at and sit with and make sure they get home OK.

Love, G  

In the Dog House Once Again

You guessed it.  Dad left his check book out and I tried to help out again.  I just don't get how it all goes wrong, but here it is:

I just thought I was helping to balance the check book.  I know Dad has a hard time doing it, 'cuz he always asks Mom to do it for him.  But when I try, it just falls apart! 

Dad was mad at me, as usual.  He said I was old enough to know better.  Mom tried to take my side.  (She always does.)  She said he should look at it in a different way and give me a break.  She said that it was like the fact that she always loses her tickets.  She should be old enough to be able to keep track of her tickets, but it just doesn't work.  So Dad doesn't let her hold the tickets.  Whenever they go to a ball game, he takes them away from her so they don't disappear before the game.  She said to Dad, "You should give him the same break as you give me."  Dad didn't see it that way.  (So Mom's being extra careful to put the checkbooks away when they go out these days.  Thanks, Mom.)

I was thinking, too.  (Sometimes I think too much, I think.  See, that's too many thinks in one sentence!)  Dad kinda has a double standard for me in other ways.  For example.  He always says Mom spoils me 'cuz she hides my allergy pill in peanut butter when she puts it in with my food.  He says I should just eat it and not worry about it.  But she puts whipped cream on top of his outmeal ('cuz he doesn't really like oatmeal but he eats it 'cuz it's good for him).  Isn't that spoiling him?  I don't get the difference.  

It's all a conundrum!

Maybe when I get to be 100 I might understand it.  Humans are just weird.

Hope you understand the world better than I do.

Love, G