Hey friends. Bad news. My pee-mail box at my house is broken. Last night, right as my people were finishing up their dinner, the doorbell rings. I go into ferocious guard dog, especially since it couldn't have been a food delivery guy. They're my favorite visitors.
Anyway, it was actually a neighbor who said another neighbor ran over my pee-mail box (he called it a "tree," but he should know better. I've left messages on his box before. I guess they got lost). Oh no!
Sure enough, Dad went outside and saw this:
Now that my pee-mail box is out of commission, are there any suggestions for my neighborhood friends to leave me messages? I guess I could always just go by their boxes...
Monday, June 18, 2012
Hi friends! This was the best weekend ever! Sunday was another one of those dumb human holidays called "Fathers Day." It's like Mothers Day, except instead of giving your mommy kisses and snuggles, you're suppost to let your dad do whatever he wants...or something. Really, it's no different from any other day.
This is the first time I met my dad. Of course, I knew he was my dad and sat in his lap. When I came home, I pretended I didn't like him. I kinda do now.
I like my daddy because he gives really good head scratches and belly rubs. He also gives me French Fries when he thinks Mommy's not looking. And lets me lick the knife after they make cinnamon rolls on the weekends.
We also take good naps together.
Since it was Fathers Day, Mom said she was giving Dad the afternoon off and took me to the park to go walking with my pal, Molly, and her mommy. Really, Mom just didn't want to do her homework. Dad stayed home and played boring video games. I definitely lucked out with the park idea! We had fun. I got Molly's mommy dirty and I smelled lots of smells and sent some pee-mails. But then it started to rain. Luckily, we were headed back to our cars anyway.
Mom wanted me to warn you that I might be a little quiet for the next couple of weeks. She has two classes right now and one of them is really hard with lots of writing, so she may not want to write for me, too. And apparently you need opposable thumbs to write. Do they sell those at PetSmart?
Monday, June 11, 2012
Hi friends! This was the best weekend ever. On Sunday, my people and I went to my dad's hometown for a family reunion. I love reunions! They are always full of
suckerspeople to beg from and feed me. Mom said if I play my cards right, I could attend FOUR reunions this summer! That's one reunion for each paw. Wow! Mom said not to get too excited because one is in North Carolina. I don't know where that is, but it's a long drive and my people could only go for the weekend. I told her I didn't mind riding that far. Plus think of all the suckers family that would be there! She just said I was silly and I rolled over for her to give me a belly rub.
Anyway, Sunday was Dad's dad's side of the family. It was outside at a church's picnic shelter. The land the church is on was formerly owned by the family, so there were lots of family members that went to Rainbow Bridge in the church's cemetery.
I was ready to go early:
Here is me patiently waiting for
Hey Dad, you gonna eat all that?
Dad wouldn't give me any, so I stuck my tongue out at him.