Ho Hum

Boring, boring, boring. I got to go along on their famous vacation week in Door County. Vacation? I mean they don't work, do they? So what do they need a vacation from. Anyway, I was not impressed.

One good thing, and a precedent for trips to come, I pitched such a freakin' bitch when they tried to leave me parked in the shade while they went on one of their "runs" that they had to take me along. And that was good. There is nothing so satisfying as ripping off at a breakneck pace on my 26 foot leash and watching them huffing and puffing to keep up.

But other than that, they just soaked up the scenery. I got two new water dishes. Yippity do! And also a squeaky frog that lays eggs that I have not yet been able to track down in the house. Hmm. This latter has possibilities.

Back home yesterday. I can see that in my absence the spaniels and the poodles and all the other mutts and the stinky little dachshunds too have taken to parading about the complex with no regard for other's naps and territory. I shall soon put the kibosh on these monstrous affronts to my dignity.

This is Not Spongebobby

OK. I know the old sponge when I see him and this is not him. And neither is old Red Bob, my second favorite toy, himself. No, dear reader, these are impostors. These, dare I say it, are PODS!!!

Or they have been washed and scrubbed, which is next to the same thing.

They have been counted though in the census. So have Bubbabob and Blue Bob, who, oddly enough, seem just like their old selves. They told me, however, that I was right and that S. and R. are different. Not the same.

What to do?

"He" told me to sleep on it and that after a few games of fetch, God's own game, they will be just as stinky and moldy as they ever were. We'll see.

More Census Confusion

I have many bear friends. I have issued a call for all of them to report and be counted. So far none of them have showed up. Instead these guys turned up outside my window this morning. Needless to say, I beat feet out of there fast. But a word to my so-called bear friends. This sort of frivolity will not be tolerated during the census. You have been warned.

An Enigma Wrapped in a Mystery

That's me alright. What am I thinking when "she" is home alone with me singing those weird songs about me? Here's what I look like:

But lets just say that's for me to know and "her" and anybody else to find out. Is there more to me than meets the eye? I don't know and what's more I'm not saying.

Still the sentiments expressed in the songs are very welcome and much appreciated.