DAY 245, Thursday, 11/8/12

Today was kinda neat. Bob and I took Tony’s car in for routine service. In the customer lounge where they have coffee and sweet rolls for the customers, they also had a bowl of water on the floor for us Canine customers. I thought that was very nice of them.

Since the auto work was going to take a few hours, Bob and I took the courtesy shuttle over to the nearby mall. Naturally, I got compliments from almost everyone there. I just shrug it off, but I think Bob gets a kick out of hearing it. In the food court, the guy who runs one of the concessions actually offered me a hot dog, but Bob wouldn’t let me have it. He said I have to watch what I eat. He should talk!

DAY 246, Friday, 11/9/12

Guess where I went today. I went to the office where Tony works. He took me inside to meet all of his co-workers, and, of course, they all went goo-gaa over me. They were nice people. I liked them.

DAY 247, Saturday, 11/10/12

Somebody scattered a bunch of white stuff all over the ground. Bob says it’s the snow he’s been promising me. It feels cold and wet on my paws, and I can’t wait for it to get deep enough to really play in.

DAY 248, Sunday, 11/11/12

Even though I’m feeling and acting like my normal, exuberant self, Tony and Bob have been worried because I haven’t been eating this week. Finally, Tony got a bright idea: he speculated that I might be associating my regular food with what made me sick. So, he and Bob went to the store and got me a different flavor of Blue Buffalo, and guess what. I scarfed it down the moment it hit the pan. A couple of hours later, Tony gave me the other half of my daily allowance, and it didn’t last any longer than the first serving did. Thank you, Tony.

DAY 249, Monday, 11/12/12

Tony was home today. No, he wasn’t sick. Apparently, today was a holiday to honor the nation’s veterans. I have lots of cousins and ancestors who have served in the military too.

I had soupy poopy again today, and Bob is apparently concerned that I might make a mess in the apartment tonight, so he has decided to sleep downstairs on the couch just in case I have to go outside. I hope he doesn’t keep me awake with his cacophonous snoring.

DAY 250, Tuesday, 11/13/12

Bob and I invented a new game today—or so I thought. You see, we were walking across the lawn when Bob started rolling around on the ground. It looked like fun to me, so I just ran around him in circles. Later, I found out that he had stepped into a hole and tripped. Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted—for me, anyway.

DAY 251, Wednesday, 11/14/12

To all of you who have been asking if Bob is all right after his fall yesterday, yeah, he’ll live. He’s fragile, but he’s not THAT fragile.

DAY 252, Thursday, 11/15/12

Remember when I wrote that I had applied to be on a Blue Buffalo Trading Card? Well, that card is now available for viewing at http://www.bluebufftradingcards.com/
PetAlbum-Inside.aspx?P TID=1&BID=0&SID=5&PNS=Biscuit&AIX=0.

Tony dropped a hot chili pepper on the kitchen floor tonight, and I snatched it up before he could stop me. Bob chased me around the living room and back to the kitchen, where Tony caught me and made me drop the pepper. I didn’t want to drop it, but Tony says it’s a good thing I did because they might have had to take me back to the vet otherwise. Well, I just hope Tony learned his lesson and won’t be such a klutz in the future.

DAY 253, Friday, 11/16/12

[Singing]
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
So pretty
And witty
And bright.
[Music fades]

I went to the beauty shop today and got cleaned up and fluffed up. In my Pawgress Report Card, the groomer wrote, “Biscuit did very well today. He is a sweet boy.” Now, that’s one perceptive groomer. I hope Bob gave her a big tip.

DAY 254, Saturday, 11/17/12

There have got to be crickets here somewhere under this frozen ground. I just know if I keep sniffing and digging, I’m bound to turn up some eventually.