Staying Safe

Hey Pals,

Sorry I've been missing so much lately. Mommy's new job takes a lot more time than I realized and so when she's home, I'm snuggling instead of blogging. She hopes once summer is over, things will calm down, but I'm pretty sure she's lying.

Anyway, I wanted to make sure I do due (tee hee) diligence about the worst thing ever. The most terriblest holiday is coming up in less than a week. That holiday is the 4th of July, or Independence Day in these parts. The humans celebrate by shooting off ridiculous firework boomie things that sound like thunder and look like colorful lightning, but they're really just doggie torture devices. More pets are lost on the 4th of July than any other day.

Last year was totally awful since neighbors were shooting off their firework boomies for weeks before and after the holiday. This year, my city has banned firework boomies completely. Yay!!! But Mom's still expecting neighbors to be celebrating. Boo. At least terrifying children won't be ringing the doorbell all night.

Anyway, PetFinder put together a great infographic on keeping us pets safe for the firework boomies.

Since I'm afraid of the firework boomies, my people usually stay home instead of fighting crowds at the different displays. Since they're home, they do a few other things like putting my Thundershirt on me. That helps a LOT. Your people may also try Rescue Remedy, a natural solution for all kinds of stressful things. Mom doesn't think that helps quite as much as the Thundershirt (at least it didn't do much for my separation anxiety), but lots of other people and their pets have had success. They have a pets version, but my trainer said the human version is just fine also.

So stay safe pals, and remember to use the puppy eyes to guilt your people into snuggling you all night!

Pee S. I didn't receive any compensation from Thundershirt or Rescue Remedy. I just thought those things might help.

Fathers' Day

Hi friends!

I'm back with a recap of the best weekend ever! I didn't think this weekend would be great, since it started out terrible. My people left me ALL ALONE for two evenings IN A ROW (Thursday and Friday)! Can you believe? Something about going to see movies, date night, blah blah blah blah. Luckily, I guilted them into letting me sleep in the big bed Friday, so it wasn't a total loss. And they enjoyed both movies. I still don't understand why I wasn't invited. Something about "not being allowed." I say dogs should be allowed with their humans. Always. Will you join my #speciesrights movement on Twitter?

Anyway, my people and I woke up on Saturday. And then fell back asleep. And then woke up again. And then dozed off again. Then we woke up one more time and the people decided we had to get out of bed because we were going someplace important: Grandma's house! I jumped out of bed as fast as I could once I heard that news! Mom and Dad still had a couple of chores to do, so we got a later start than we meant to, but we still found time to swing by my favorite place--the drive-thru! I didn't get a puppy latte though. Boo.

We arrive at Grandma's and the WORST thing happened--she wasn't there!!!! I thought maybe she forgot I was coming. Apparently she and Grandpaw were at a family reunion that I wasn't invited to (#speciesrights). But she gave me treats and let me help make a pretzel salad. Don't let the salad part fool you. It's pretzels and cream cheese and whipped cream and deliciousness.

The Thing showed up, too, but I was actually very nice to him. One of these days, Mom hopes I start using his proper name. But then he does something like running his head into the table leg and she understands why he's The Thing and I say he has Skittles for brains.

Uncle Ryan got me and The Thing to do tricks for treats. The Thing did every trick he knew: sit, lie down, roll over, spin...all at the same time.

Hey Uncle Ryan, give me that treat now, please!

Grandma also brought us a surprise--kitten treats kittens! They were the same size as the rabbit I found last year, so I thought they were treats. Mommy wouldn't let me eat them though. Boo. The Thing freaked out. I was curious, but know to let cats run things. Guess which one the kittens liked more (Hint: it's me). Since Mom said the kittens were not for eating (boo!), Grandma took them back to their house in the garage. Then, I got a special treat: I got to sleep in the big bed with my people AGAIN! They didn't even bring my jail crate.

The kitten treats kittens

The littlest kitten really liked Mommy's lap. I let her.

I'm not to sure about sharing Mommy, the couch, AND Grandpaw, though.

Watching the other treat kitten

We did have a special treat that evening. For my night w-a-l-k, we went to lake and walked around the trail. We took a small break though. This is Uncle Ryan, The Thing, and Grandpaw.

The lake had geese and I wanted to take one home. My people said no. Drat!

The next day, we went to my favorite place: Mawmaw's house!  She has a huge yard, even though there's a huge puppy dog in the yard. She has her own pen though (don't get Mom started). Anyway, Mawmaw's house is also filled with treats and suckers people to feed me. I accidentally on purpose pottied on the couch (again), so I got in big trouble with Mom. Mawmaw forgave me pretty quick. Plus, The Thing pottied on purpose (not accidentally), so I'm still better than him.

Daddy and The Thing roughhoused.

Mawmaw, I'm sorry for accidentally on purpose pottying on your couch. I think she forgave me!

The trip home was also eventful. We hit a big storm and it was raining crazy heavy and there was lots of hail (which I don't know what it is, but it's LOUD). We tried to pull off, but everyone else had our idea and got to covering first, so we just pushed on. Luckily, it was all over soon after. Mom and Dad were very proud because I just napped. There weren't thunder boomies, so what did I have to be scared of? Soon, I was napping on all my pillows in my corner of the couch and all was right with the world!

But that's why this was the best weekend ever! There was something about Fathers' Day, so I should probably mention That Daddy Guy. I've been really nice to him lately. Maybe one day in a 100 millionth years, I'll like him as much as Mommy...but probably not. I still like him though.

Me and Dad in the big bed. I love weekend morning snuggles!

FLAF

Hey pals,

I have had the best weekend ever! I will talk more about it later since I'm still recovering from all the fun.  And there's lots to catch up on!

 But for now will everyone do me a favor? One of my bloggy/Twitter pals, Benny from Two French Bulldogs, just found out he's really sick. His Lily and people are very worried. Will you keep paws crossed that he will get better and feel like playing with his Lily again? And if you feel so led, his human created a page where you can donate to help with expenses. Just thinking about it gives Mommy the leaky eyes.

And just so this whole post isn't sad, here's a preview of my weekend: