Perhaps She's Right

I have this special Mountain Cur friend Minnie who is pretty and smart. She informed me that my mom would have preferred it if I had brought a LIVE squirrel into the house. I wish she had told me this before I killed or chased off all the squirrels that used to hang out in my yard. I've had my eyes on a few crows who have been flying around. I wonder if one of those would work?

It Looks Like A Dead Squirrel

I was engaging in my usual evening-night routine of in and out and in and out and in and out. It was my dad's turn to open the door. My mom peered through the dark room to see me picking up a dark form beside the door to take out with me. "Wait a minute," she called out, "what's that he's trying to take outside?" I dropped the object. Maybe she wanted it. Dad let me out and I watched them through the window.
"Looks like a dead squirrel," my dad said matter of factly. My mom made some unbelieveable high pitched sounds. Surely they were sounds that expressed wonderment and delight. I watched through the window as my dad scooped up my treasure. I don't know where he put it, but I did hear him say, "Thank heavens tomorrow is garbage pickup day." My mom is still in a state of wonderment. Every once in awhile I hear her say, "I can't believe he brought a dead squirrel in the house," over and over again. I don't know what I can do to top this, but I sure will try. Gotta keep the humans satisfied.

Anonymous Friend

Mokey and I have an anonymous friend who sends us rosettes, bones, special gifts, and wonderful messages. Thank you, Anonymous Friend. You brighten our day.

I'll Just Stay in the Back

Wash, wash, wash. Mom had the washing machine going all day long. My bed clothes were in there too and I didn't like it.

Then she put everything back in my crate. It looked different. It was fluffier than usual. Sniff, Sniff, Sniff. This part smells like Mokey. What's going on here? I'm not going to lay on a place that smells like Mokey. I'll just stay curled up in a little ball way in the back on the part that smells like me.

I Miss You, Moke

I wander around the house, sniffing your favorite sleeping places. I don't feel like barking at the window or playing with squeaky toys. The house is very quiet. Mom has started to keep the TV on, even when no one's watching it.

Today they took your crate away. I guess you're not coming back.

Ready for Fall

I've been in training with Mokey this summer. I'm taking over some of the household duties from the Old Girl. Someone has to be on alert to keep unauthorized squirrels and other vermin out of the yard.

Flunked Admissions Interview

So, I flunked my admissions interview for agility class. The interviewer had a problem with my answer to "What would you do if a little dog ran up to you and tried to sniff your butt?"

My New Toy

Yes, I have a gentle, protective side. I've been able to keep my Birthday Lambie away from Mokey for 25 days now. It looks a little ragged, but it still squeaks and has all its stuffing! STAY AWAY, MOKEY!

Tra La Tra Lee!!!

Today is my birthday, Tra, la, tra lee. I'm three years old. I can hardly wait for my family to arrive for the big suprise birthday party I'm sure they have planned for me. I'm so excited.

Perplexed

I'm perplexed. Why is Mokey leaving in the car with Mom on Thursday evenings?