June 14th 2013 2:40 pm
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Our big buddy had to go to the dentist and we had to drive him because he would be too woozy to drive himself home.
I haven't been working since I was skunked, so I was really excited when my person geared me up. We all got into our red traveling den and took off.
It was a short ride, so I didn't get much of a nap. Into a building and up some stairs and into an office waiting room, and we were there. But there were no fans to admire me. We had the room to ourselves.
The humans did some talking, so I did some laying down. Suddenly, my big buddy was called into the depths of the office and he went away. Instead of going with him, my person and I left the office and drove home.
My person did some chores and walked in circles while I watched her. Finally, we took a walk and I did my business early. Good thing, because my person got the call to go pick up my big buddy when we were on our way home.
Back into my gear and into the traveling den! It took us a while to get there because my person made a wrong turn. Good thing I was there to help her keep her sense of humor!
When we got to the office, our big buddy was not waiting for us. After my person paid the bill and the front desk staff admired me, we had to go into the depths of the office to go get him. The nurse showed us the way. Of course, she admired me first. I can't help gaining fans! There were so many new smells in the air in the back office.
My big buddy was sitting in a big chair and all the people talk talk talked for a while, so I laid down and pretended to listen. I made my person laugh.
Finally, all the talk was done, and our big buddy got out of the chair and came with us out of the dentist's office. We had to take the elevator because he couldn't take the stairs.
Now we're home and my big buddy is sitting on the couch playing a "video game" (whatever that is) while my person takes dictation for my diary. I can't have couch time with him today, which is our special time. He seems okay, so maybe tomorrow...
June 5th 2013 7:23 am
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I met a new critter the other day. Apparently, it's called a skunk.
I was at the park, chasing the tennis ball my person had thrown and there it was. Mr. Skunk is not a friendly creature, I discovered. In fact, I'd say he was downright grumpy.
I had three baths that day: two with a terrible smelling concoction that I hope to never experience again.
My person says I still smell a bit like a skunk, but I can't tell.
This morning when we went to the park to play, guess who was waiting for us? Yes! Mr. Skunk. I REALLY wanted a rematch, but my person wouldn't let me. I think I could take him this time. I really do.
We went to a different field to play ball, and I had a good time. My person hopes that Mr. Skunk is just passing through and is not going to set up housekeeping in the park. Me. . . I wouldn't mind seeing Mr. Skunk again. I don't know why my person runs in the other direction.
April 22nd 2013 12:49 pm
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The other day, it was time to go play at the ball field, so we got into our red traveling den, but it didn't want to start.
I was worried that I wasn't going to get to chase the tennis ball, but finally, it started and my person made the choice to risk going to the park. I played and played and had a great time, but I could tell that my person was not quite as focused as usual.
When it was time to go home, the traveling den would not start! I panted happily to set the tone as my person tried again and again and finally, got the traveling den started. We got home and I had my breakfast.
My person could not let this go on. The next day, she suited me up, and we drove our den to the car repair place. This was a huge place where there were many screeching loud noises and new people to admire me. They took our den away and we waited.
We were there for a long, long, long time. I took ... a lot of naps. There were children running around. Secretly, I wished they could have played with me. They wished that too, but their parents knew not to let them.
A veteran came over to talk to my person about the dog that was in his unit in Iraq. He said I reminded him of that dog. If he had asked, my person would have let him pet me.
Finally, after the sun had made us move across the room to avoid the heat, our traveling den was fixed and ready for us to take home.
The staff took our picture in front of our den before we drove home. I have new fans!
Now we can go to the park again!
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