Saturday, January 30, 2010
Where is HE??
She let my Mr. out of the house without ME. She let him DRIVE. ALONE! Now I'm sitting by the door worrying if he'll remember to come home. I'm just not sure SHE needs to be the one deciding things around here. If it was ME, he wouldn't go anywhere without me. He NEEDS me around to protect him. She said if the Dr. says he can drive, it's ok with her. Driving Mr. Daisy isn't a job a sane person wants anyway.
I gave him a stern talking to when he got back. Do Not Leave the House Without ME! Then I sniffied him all over and discovered he had been to brekky at Cracker Barrell with some of his buddies. He did bring us turkey sausage biscuits, so I guess I'll forgive him if he doesn't do it again.
Maybe. Later. Just not right now.
Ok, now I forgave him. This was the first day he could get down in the floor. We played tennis ball and stuffie toss and rope tug. Then SHE gave him a big ole pile of towels to fold She said if he was ok to drive and go off with his pals, he was ok enough to fold towels. I helped. And then we both were all tuckered out so we had a big ole nap.
Later he was feeling good enough to go visit some friends. I wasn't allowed to go because of this:
This is Jacob. He is usually a big ole cream puff of a guy, but about 8 months ago, they got this:
This is Issac. He's a baby. A big ole XRH baby. He's taller and longer than Jacob already. That crate is as tall as the bar in the photo. The bar isn't the counter height size, but the tall bar height. He's a BIG puppy, and like all puppies, he has been annoying the fur off of Jacob. So the bitey face games get serious.
Until this SHE steps in and tells em whats what:
This is Cavi. She's the smallest of the 3 Newfies. But she is the alpha dog of their pack. "You guys better straighten out in there. Don't make me get up from my nap and come in there."
Anyways, I couldn't go. I think my Mr. was afraid I'd get stepped on, or more likely, do some serious bitey face of my own.
SHE says I hafta include a photo of Puffy since I nominated him for the Bad Sports group at M.M.
Here yah go!
He's snoozin as usual. If he doesn't get 23 hours of sleep, he's useless. Well, he's useless most of the time anyways, so he might as well be snoozin.
I'm packing for the MM show.
See you all soon!