Ruff day.

Poor Mom and Dad had a ruff day yesterday. First thing that happened is the septic pump kept tripping its circuit breaker, so they are going to have to get someone out to replace the pump, and be careful of water usage till then! The next thing that happened is mom talked to the Headache clinic in Houston that she was planning to go to. You remember the one that does not take private health insurance, so mom signed up for Medicare part B. Well they will only take Medicare part B if it is your primary insurance. And with her on dads insurance at work, Medicare is secondary. They can’t drop her off of dad’s policy because their cost would go through the roof. So Houston is out, and now they have to look for another headache clinic, where they have enough health insurance, but not to much health insurance.

Bipeds have to make everything so complicated!

Today we woke up with a 1/4 inch of snow on the ground, and on Dads birthday no less. So maybe that is a sign!

Life

I live my life an average of seven times faster than the rest of the biped family I have adopted. I believe that this has given me a unique view on life. I have come to think of life like going on a walk with a biped. There are lots of ways to conduct this walk. I have found three that I believe are the major ones.

I have found in my few quick years that some dogs try running while on their walk. They soon find that the leash holds them back from gaining as much ground as much as they would like. They also find that breathing becomes more difficult as the leash causes the collar to choke them. They soon find that the walk becomes difficult for everyone involved.

Other dogs try to go very slowly. They find that the leash ends up dragging them along their walk. The leash pulls on their collar, causing pain in the back of the neck and shoulders. This usually causes the biped at the other end of the leash to become aggravated, and once again the walk becomes difficult for everyone involved.

I have found that on average nice steady pace is best, not so fast that I get choked, and not so slow that I get dragged along. However I also will admit that sometimes it is worth getting dragged a little bit in order to smell that.... flower, or grab a bite to eat. There also times that it may be worth getting choked a little bit in order to chase something you want... like love or a neighbors cat.

New smells in the house.

I knew something was up last night. Mom and Dad took all the furniture out of the den and placed it all in the kids play area. Then today it happened, I was out guarding the yard when mom and dad took the puppies to church, then my puppy senses started to tingle. A puppy senses is something that all of us K-9s have. This tells us when you are almost home so we can be waiting at the door, gate or window to greet you with a wagging tale. In my case, it could only mean that they were almost home, but this time the tingle was a bit different. Up they came, into the drive with Nana and Papa in their truck behind them. After a couple of hours of unpacking, there were two new couches and a recliner in the den.

When I was allowed back into the house, I wondered up the new furniture, but man was mom touchy about them, I was just sniffing them, and I heard mom yell my name in a tone that told me quite clearly that I'd better keep my furry butt off of them. But I felt better when mom used the same tone with two puppies.

The funny part of all of this, is mom did this with the last new couch and love seat that she got. She made very sure that none of the kids ate or drank any where near them. Then one day, mom was not feeling well, so she drank some Hawaiian punch to try and settle her stomach. Yea you guessed it, she vomited red punch all over her new couch, staining it. She tried to clean it, but with her not feeling well, she used something that bleached the spot, voiding the Scotchgard warranty. Dad did not let her live it down, every time she told the kids today, about not eating on the couch, dad would trow in a jab about no red punch!

Fire.

You know life would be a lot easier for mom and dad if they would just listen to me more often.

Dad came home the other day and me an all the other K-9's were barking up a storm. We were trying to bring attention to fire in the backyard of a neighbor. Short version of the story is that someone let a leaf fire get out of hand, and before it was all said and done it took part of the woods, an old trailer, and part of the neighbors fence.

The sad story of all of this is that this brought back bad memories for Josh. Last year over Christmas Josh's best friend and his family was caught in a fire. He and his mother did not make it out. All of this came flooding back when he saw the fire. Mom and Dad comforted him and I provided my head in his lap to provide some comfort. However I think the most comfort was provided by a plastic toy. The toy was a gift for Josh, from him, and it helps calm Josh's fear that he will forget. Isn't that the fear of most humans, that they will be forgotten?