DAY 92, Saturday, 6/9/12

I told you there were evil spirits lurking in the grass. Today, when I was out walking Bob, I caught one of ’em. After I had bored my snout into the ground, Bob noticed that I was chewing. He looked in my mouth to see what it was, and there on my tongue sat one of those evil spirits. Tony said later that it was probably a cricket, in which case it wouldn’t hurt me. I’m not worried. It’s the cricket that should be worried. He’s the one that got eaten.

DAY 91, Friday, 6/8/12

Evil spirits lurk just beneath the grass on our lawn. Bob thinks I’m paranoid, but I know they’re there. I can smell them. Sometimes I pounce on them just like my ancestral wolves. One day, I’ll catch one of them, and I’ll be able to prove to Bob that they really do exist.

DAY 90, Thursday, 6/7/12

Tony and Bob laughed at me tonight. I was lying on the linoleum floor by the front door (one of my favorite spots—I have several), minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I heard a baby crying in the living room. Well, naturally, I hightailed it over there only to find Tony and Bob on the couch staring at the big black box on top of the cabinet. I saw no baby, but I heard him cry again, so I turned to the black box and tilted my head to one side. There it was again: that cry. So, I tilted my head the other way and then back again, trying to figure out how that baby got inside that darn box. Tony and Bob just laughed at me. Well, maybe they won’t laugh so hard if they ever get stuck in a box and need someone to help them get out.

DAY 89, Wednesday, 6/6/12

Man, it was hot out there today. And to make matters worse, Bob insisted on putting that gosh darn contraption on me—you know, the one that goes over my snout. I didn’t think Bob would be smart enough to figure out how to work it, but he did. It must’ve been luck. Anyway, I tried mightily to pull it off with my dew claws, but I just couldn’t get it.

DAY 88, Tuesday, 6/5/12

A couple of weeks ago, Bob borrowed a special collar from Wendy, the trainer at PetSmart. It goes over my snout and is supposed to keep me from bolting. I hate the darn thing. Fortunately, for me, Bob couldn’t figure out to put the contraption on my, so I have a reprieve until he can get Tony to show him how it works.

DAY 88, Tuesday, 6/5/12

Hey, did ya see that I'm a Daily Diary Pick again today? More later.

DAY 87, Monday, 6/4/12

Bob went to Austin today and left me home alone for several hours. Thank goodness Tony came home at lunchtime to let me out. Tony is quickly becoming my favorite daddy.

Bob said he went to Costco in Austin to do some shopping, but I suspect that he actually went back to that bar that we went to before. Whaddya think, huh?

Remember my friend Cassie and her “mom” Sue? Well, Sue’s adoptive parents are in town for a visit, and I got to meet them tonight. They’re very sweet. I’m looking forward to letting them rub my belly some more before they go back home to California.

DAY 86, Sunday, 6/3/12

The weekly lottery drawing was held last night. Every week, I give Bob the winning numbers, but every week, the machine malfunctions and draws the wrong numbers. I think we should have a talk with them about that.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to have enough money that Tony and Bob could treat me in the manner to which I expect to become accustomed, but in the long run, I guess as long as you have enough to eat, a roof over your head, a place to play, and someone to rub your belly, what more do you really need?

DAY 85, Saturday, 6/2/12

Bob balanced his checkbook today (if you can call that “balanced”). Anyway, while he was doing that, I did some calculating of my own. I figured out that Bob is almost 9 in dog years. No wonder he has so much trouble keeping up with me.

DAY 84, Friday, 6/1/12

Tony’s sister Ro called this morning. After chatting with her, Tony said, “Biscuit, Ro sends her love.” Then, he added, “Oh, yeah, she said to say hi to you too, Bob”—to which Bob replied, “Ah, it has always been my life’s ambition to be a supreme afterthought.” I love Bob—I truly do—but sometimes he’s just plain weird.

I was so good today that I almost got whiplash from trying to pat myself on the back. Bob and Tony hired someone to come in and clean the carpets. (Apparently, SOME-BOD-Y has been peeing on the carpet. I told Bob he should get some Depends!) So, this guy comes to clean the carpets, and even though he left the front door open while he was setting up, I didn’t run out once. Then, when Bob and I got ready to leave so that the guy could do his work, I ran down the stairs, but I didn’t run away. Oh, yeah, I did run around a bit, but I didn’t go far, and when Bob called me, I ran right back to him.

We had to vacate the apartment for several hours to let the carpets dry, so Bob and I went to the mall to get out of the heat. This was my first time in the mall, and I was the center of attention. We walked the full length of the mall and back, and everybody wanted to stop and pet me. Of course, I wore my Service Dog vest, and nobody even questioned my being in the mall, not even the security guard we passed along the way. We didn’t go inside any of the stores, but Bob did order a smoothie from one of the stands in the food court. I sat on the floor at the counter and didn’t budge, not even when other people came up to the counter to get their hot food. Bob was very proud of me.

Tony and Bob often get together with their buddies for happy hour at the Green Door on Fridays, so Bob took me there from the mall. Once again, everyone stared, but no one questioned my being there. I like going out with Bob.