I had an adventure!

Woof! What fun! The day before yesterday, after the strangers left in their big truck, my humans let me out of the ante-pen into the big pen, and then they took some long hose into the front yard (they said it was the 'dryer vent hose' and they were going to clean it.)

Well, they had not noticed that the side gate to the big pen was open! I sure did, though! I had about fifteen minutes of glorious fun, exploring the big back yard all by myself, there's an old barn back there that reeks deliciously of raccoons and all sorts of things.

Then I heard my humans calling excitedly - "Curly! Rain-girl! Where are you, honey?" and they came into the back yard looking for me. They seemed a bit frantic, I don't know why, I wasn't doing anything except sniffing and exploring. Although I have to admit, had I seen a squirrel, or a rabbit, or a groundhog, I would have gleefully given chase, and I think they were worried about that.
Anyway I made a great game out of running to them - had to run past them a time or two, but then I let them catch me. They lavished me with praise and love, which I adored, of course.

So that was my adventure! It was fun, as I am never allowed off leash since my humans have not trained me to reliably come on command. As big as I am, and since people seem to be afraid of me when they first see me, they don't think it's a good idea for me to run around loose. I can be awfully exuberant and sometimes it frightens people. I would never hurt anybody on purpose, though. I'm just a big Curly love!!!!

Ah, life is good.

So, these strange humans are in MY house, making all sorts of noise in the basement. I have heard my humans use the words "waterproofing" and "sewer line" - wonder what all that means. What it means to me is that it smells kind of funny, I can't hang out where I usually do, in the big pen right outside the door, and the cats are all wigged out because they are banned from the basement. And my humans are home from work for the second day in a row, which is lots of fun!!!

But, I guess because of the disruption, my humans have allowed Chinook and myself the rare treat of getting up on their bed. Oh, bliss!!!! One of my humans likes to say that she is my "Alpha" - I think she thinks that means she's the boss of me - what a ridiculous idea - anyway, I have my head on the "Alpha"'s pillow right now, and I am in heaven. I could snooze here all day. Chinook is up here too but he's down at the foot of the bed, where he belongs, he is definitely ranked below me in our pecking order, though I'd still put him above our humans. It makes the humans feel good to think they're in charge, though, so I let them think that. I give them kisses when they ask, I give my paw, I "make pee" when they tell me - it amuses me to see how excited they get over such silly things.

I guess I'll have to go outside at some point and patrol my domain. Which includes the sidewalk on the other side of the street. I can't get to it, but I can see it, therefore, it is my responsibility. I must be constantly vigilant - you never know when a rabid squirrel might attempt to enter our yard, and then there's that funny looking guy in the blue outfit, who carries a big bag, he comes six days a week and it takes lots of furious barking to run him off. I don't know who he is, but he's a pest, he stops at every house and leaves things in a box. I don't let him hang around, though.

Sleepy, so sleepy. . . .zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (yes, I do snore, I sound just like a human when I'm snoring loud!!!)