Poor Me

I have successfully (with my moping and acting like I am depressed and do not want to live another day) laid huge guilt on Mom and Dad.  

It's big, I'm telling you.

How do I know it's big?  Because tonight, out of nowhere Dad said, "Let's go for a ride in the Buick."

We visited a orphanage pet store filled with pups behind glass.  Poor babies.  I cried in my heart.   If I wasn't such an old girl I would have brought the entire brood home with me.  They were cute and they thought I was their mama.  

(video:  about 30 seconds)

Then we stopped somewhere else.  Something called Pet Smart.  I didn't see that big black dog in that place as being a very smart pet when he challenged me to play a fight....  Mom pulled me away.   We went down another isle and I got to smell some fabulous smells.
And that's not all!

One more stop for some ice cream!

It was a wonderful day but now I am dog tired.  An awful lot of excitement for this old girl.

My Not-So-Wonderful Walk

The day started out drab and dreary.  But, alas!  Good things were about to happen!

He didn't actually say the magic 'walk' word.  But.  He opened the front door for me to go outside.

The front door is only opened for me when I am going for a walk.  I was one happy pup!

But wait!  

"Hey Dad!"  I said.  "Aren't you forgetting something?  What about my leash?  Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Something was different.  Very different.  There was bright, white, cold fluff trying to swallow me whole.  I was getting buried in it.  

"Open the door!"  I yelled to mom.

"I'm comin' in!"

Annoyed

Mom is threatening to take over my blog again.   Yes.  My blog. this.  All mine. So I have to act on this now.  I need to show her how much I love having my own blog. I need to post more often.  And she needs to keep to her own blog...  which you can find her new blog entry HERE (Pleeeezze humor her)

This white stuff covering my poop and pee area is lousy.  

I am very annoyed right now.  Gracie.

Insane

There once was a window
Beside of my chair
But she moved my chair
away from there

My chair she took
And moved it away
And put up a village 
For kids to play

The kids they would play
Yes, they'd play all day
With that village and train 
and the mess was insane

The whistle and smoke
of that miserable train
Left me scratching my ears
and feeling such pain

But I hid underneath
My refuge I found 
There I would hear
those awful train sounds

But I liked my hiding place 
and now it is gone
for she took it away 
and now.  my chair.  is back there.  by the window.

I do not like change
I have told her before
But she moves this n moves that
and changes things all the time and it makes me say.....

Whatever

zzzzzzz

My Morning:  

6 AM - I get out of bed

6:15 AM - I go outside

6:30 AM - Dad feeds me my treats

6:45 AM - I go back to bed

How long till Spring?

Check out the nags Mom's new blog HERE.