Habanero plants, Antique stereos, Car Dashes and other chew toys.

I heard dad say something about living in the house for the next 20 years, so I guess my theory about the apartment has been buried. But that did get me thinking about other apartment adventures. When I first adopted Kim and John as my new parents, I had to ensure they would love me in good times and bad. Nothing worse then investing a few years in someone to only find out they are not true people. The only way I could be sure was to test them. And test them I did.

I loved good chew toys, not those cheep ones that you buy in the store, but the good ones. I have chewed up everything from a plat of Habanero plants, the corner of an antique stereo, the rocker off of a rocking chair, whiteout, and many wicker baskets. My favorite chew toy however, I found one day while mom and dad ran to harvest foods to pickup a gallon of milk. They were in the store for only about 10-15 minutes, but i found the time to eat a seatbelt, and chew the covering off of the dash. It made for a nice raw hide, not the best tasting thing I have eaten, but it did not burn me twice like the Habanero plants did.

Mom and Dad passed the test. I knew that if they did not beat me over eating the dash, they were true dog people.

Home improvement theory

Not sure what all this home improvement is for, unless they are looking at selling the house. I love my backyard but some times I do miss the days in the apartment. This was before the other biped puppies, but Mom and Dad would walk me several times a day, and we got to spend some quality time together.

I remember one morning walk, dad had gone to work, and I needed to go pee so bad I was standing at the door waiting on mom to get dressed for work. She put the leash on me and opened the door, I bolted. Mom in her dress and heals leaned back and held me back, but the pain in my little bladder was just to much and leaned into the leash as we went down the stairs.

I am not sure what happened but the leash was no longer taught, and I looked behind me to see if mom was just going to let me go pee with out her. All I saw was ball of dress with arms and legs tumbling down the stairs. I just got my furry butt out of the way when she came rolling by. I ran and peed while she inspected herself for broken bones. Every thing after that was kind of a blur of being yanked up the stairs and a lot of yelling. First the yelling was concentrated at me, then at dad over the phone.

I had some great adventures in that apartment.

Home Improvement.

Well mom and dad are on a home improvement kick. It started with them installing a screen door over the carport door a few days ago. First they to cut away part of the door jam to get it to fit. Then once they got it in, they found when they closed the door the knob hit the glass of the door. I had to google a few of the words dad let go, and I think he used a few out of context, and a few others are not physically possible. Dad worked the next day in the rain building back up the wood they had cut away, and got the door installed.

He started yesterday pulling down some of the gutters so he could paint the house. Yesterday went well, with no release of words. Things may change as the work continues. I halfway expect him to get fed up and just paint the entire house one color, rock, windows and all.

The grandparents head home this coming weekend from their trip to Alaska. I heard dad tell mom, they were having a blast, seeing the wildlife, and walking on glaciers. I guess it will not be many more generations that glaciers will just be a little piece of ice up north a bit larger than the size of an ice cube.

Big Trouble for little bipeds.

I kept my head down today, like a dog on a hunting trip with Vice President Cheney. It all started when mom got a bad headache this morning. Dad told the biped puppies, they needed to go outside and get some fresh air. They pleaded to play the xbox, but dad told them no and said they need to be outside to run off some energy.

Dad also went outside with them and started mowing the backyard. The biped puppies took this opportunity to go back inside and wake their mother to ask her. Mom not knowing what dad had told them, said they could. When dad noticed they were not outside, he came inside and found them playing the xbox, man you should have seen their faces!

They knew they were toast. The puppies started to weave lies. Trying to first cover their bottoms, then in an attempt to divert the wrath of the father to their former friend in crime. After after the smoke and tears cleared, it was not till the punishment of loosing the xbox and the tv, that the wailing really started.

Even more of a loss was dads trust, something they will have to earn back. However after several more lies from the puppies today, dad is starting to think the biped puppies have jumped with both paws into a new stage.

I always knew I was the favorite!

Long Weekend

Dad took off two days from work, but not for anything fun. He came home sick on Wed, and had take off Thursday and Friday. He spiked a 103.6 temp, at his low point, but was up and back to normal by Saturday. Lets just hope the other bipeds do not get sick.