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The World According to Lily

A long walk...

Hey everyone! Hope all my fans are doing well. I'm doing just fine if you were wondering.

Anyway, if you know me, then you know how much I love my walks. Eating, sleeping, digging, playing, drinking out of the toilet, sniffing around the garbage, playing with Claire, and everything else takes a back seat to a good walk. When it's snowing out or did recently and it's nice and cold out it's even better.

Sunday afternoon mom took Claire and I out, and we walked together for miles. It was great. The smells of the crisp winter air, all the snow on our feet (and in our mouths when we got thirsty), and the other people and dogs out walking just made it a great time.

Then we got back home...Dad had this look of horror on his face when he looked at Claire and I. Turns out that the snow had melted, and we had kicked a lot of it up onto our stomachs and legs, and it had refrozen, leaving us with beeds of ice all over our bottom sections. Well, Dad kept saying things like, "We don't want you two to get sick," as he and Mom brushed us off. I really don't like being brushed, but they were really persistant. There was snow and ice everywhere in the house...it was a disaster. After a half hour or so of brushing they gave us some treats and let us play, but still, a half hour?

It just makes me wonder why humans always have to ruin all the fun. No digging. No tearing up paper ("bills" as they like to call them). No eating out of the garbage. No licking the knives in the dishwasher. No splashing water and mud all over the floor. No digging at the couch or floor. Is there anything fun we can do? Anything?

I'll probably update again later this week...mom and dad keep saying something about a new "fence" they're putting in. Not sure what that's all about but they seem pretty psyched. It'll probably be something silly, like that garbage can that was supposedly "dog proof." Yeah right.

Catch you all later!

The little one just might be useful afterall...

So, Claire and I are hanging out on the deck outside, just enjoying the scene, scoping for unsuspecting squirrels or birds, whatever. Suddenly she's over by the side of the deck digging to her heart's content. I didn't take much notice, seeing as how I'm no novice digger myself (not to pat myself on the back, but pat pat). Anyway, she's digging and digging, and I'm just yawning and thinking about chasing small game or running or eating, when suddenly she comes over to me and shows me the new hole she's just dug.

Now, I must say, it was a very nice hole. Nicely rounded, no sharp, protruding objects, a nice musty smell from the ground. All in all, good work. That wasn't the best of it, though. She had dug herself an access point to get underneath the deck. Yeah. Underneath the deck. I've been sniffing around the deck for about a year since I saw a chipmunk run under there one time.

Obviously, the implications of what she's done are staggering. For centuries dogs have been digging holes for various reasons, but to dig one to provide access to prey? I'm not sure that's ever been done. I'll have to see if I can persuade the humans to contact the Nobel panel about her work.

Anyway, she goes scampering under the deck, filling me in on the details as she goes while I sniff at her from above (got to make sure she's ok).

Suddenly, the door opens, and I knew our time was up. Mom was there, and she didn't look happy, oh no. She started calling for Claire, and when she came out of her hole Mom was *NOT* pleased, to say the least. Humans are just too short sighted to recognize truly great work.

Claire and I have been plotting to try to figure out the next time we can get down there to continue our exploration. I'm sure more is to come.

Who's this?

How's it going, everyone? Sorry I haven't taken the time to write to my fans, but between the running, digging, eating, sleeping, playing, etc. I just don't have a lot of time, surely you all understand. Plus, I've got to keep Mom and Dad out of trouble. They're always trying to sleep in, watch TV, read, and other silly stuff, so I have to run over, poke them in the face with my muzzle, and force them to reanalyze their priorities and pet me.

You'd think the "smartest animals" on Earth would be able to figure this out, but evidently it's a bit over their heads still. Anyway, they're making progress, so it's positive.

Anyway, two months ago or so they went on a short trip one morning, which is cool because they give me a couple of treats when they leave. Sometimes even peanut butter in my kong. I love peanut butter. So, a couple of hours later dad shows up by himself, and surprise surprise, he gets my leash (it's a surprise to me because he almost never takes me for a walk, it's always mom...not sure how he managed to pull that off), and I lead him down our normal route. As we were passing the park I notice mom...get this WITH ANOTHER DOG. Yeah, I know, shocking, right? What's worse is this other one looked a lot like me except she's like really small and has darker eyes and a black nose (mine is a more pleasent brown color).

Can you believe the nerve of these people? Brining home another dog? Do they think I don't have enough on my plate without having to deal with another animal? Ugh.

Anyway, turns out this Claire is pretty nice. At first, when they brought her home, I quickly figured I should tell her what spots in the house were hers (basically none) and which were mine (basically everything), but she's growing on me. At first she was quiet and I'd have to work super hard to get her to play, but now she's more energetic. As usual, my persistance has paid off.

Oh, another nice thing is that I can use her to do some of the more tiring labor around the house (like backyard renovation) while I sit by and watch. The best thing, though, is turning her in to mom and dad. One time she tore up one of our toys, so I sat there and watched, and then when she was mostly done I went and got Mom and Dad so that they'd see what she did. Unfortunately they just laughed about it. I guess it was kinda funny...that poor stuffed animal lost itself a good part of its face and most of the stuffing in its head. She did me proud.

Well, gotta go, gotta see if Claire is doing anything bad so I can get her in trouble! Good times!