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The Z Files

My yard grew!

And I don't just mean the grass. Even though that has been growin lots and lots. It was a jungle out there. Daddy got it mowed yeserday.

But anywho. My yard grew! It's always been big, now it's bigger.

We had sum raised bed places where my pawrents grew veggies and mostly weeds. The boards were gettin all rottened so Daddy took them all out and planted grass. But he kept up the fence. You know, so's the cats wouldn't be out there scratchin and pottyin and junk.

The other day he declared the grass ready for paws so he took down the fence.

Best. Yard. Ever.

I tell you, that new grass is wunnerful to roll in. And before he mowed, it was all tall and ticklely on my tummy. Now it's not ticklely but it smells so good and new and it's still great to roll in.

You pups can come on over and give it a try if you want.

Love-Seat-Look-Out no more

Don't worry! You pups know I gotta have my Love-Seat-Look-Out by the big livin room winder. I spend most of my inside time up there. Even if I take a snooze, I sleep with one eye open. I don't miss much that goes by My place.

But My Soldier Daddy told me I could save time with a aack-row-nim. They use those things alla time in the military. To save time I guess.

So I won't be callin My Love-Seat-Look-Out My Love-Seat-Look-Out no more.

Here's the new name: Observation Point (OP) Zoe. That's military jargon for My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Kinda rolls off the tongue, don't it?
From now on when I bark 'bout OP Zoe, I mean My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Hope it's not Too complicated. And don't worry, it's not top secret stuff so we won't be havin lil black drones watchin us.

Back to OP Zoe for a snooze. I mean, maybe the neighbor with the fifty-leven dogs will go by soon. Good barkin then!

A walk, watch out for a trick

So, 'bout first thing yeserday mornin, Daddy took Me and Tux for a nice walk. Down 'long the river. Good smells. Good walk. We even saw where a porcupine pin cushion guy had walked in the dry dusty road place. It looked like he was tryin to cover his tracks by brushin his quills along the ground. Or maybe it was a lady porcupine. Swishy hips made the trail.
I guess that's just what they do, natural like.
Anywho's, it was a good walk. Mommy stayed home with Drover to play his 'round the house keep away game with his orange man toy. His legs are too wonky to go on a real walk with us.
When we got back, they started makin like they were gonna be leavin.
And they did. Leave.
For a Really Long Time.
Hmm, tricky takin us for a walk tryin to wear us out. We still barked like crazy dogs when the mailman left a box on the front steps.
Turns out, they went to Sissor's gradumatootion thing. Took days or sumfin.
We were really glad to get out when they got home to, well, you know what. Then we were tired out.

Be watchin out for a tricky walk. You might get left alone for a super long time. No food. Slimy water dish.
Just a warnin.