A quiet mornin and then...

Double dippin barkin!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

Not much goin on 'round here this mornin. Quiet. Not many cars or trucks goin by.
Then a vehicle pulled into My driveway.
BARKBARKBARKBARK.....
A kid came up to My front steps.
continued BARKBARKBARKBARK....
He took a plastic bag from My front steps!
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He headed back to the vehicle.
continued BARKBARKBARKBARK...
As the vehicle was startin to pull out 2 ladies went walkin by!
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You get the idea? One series of Barks moved into a whole new reason to Bark.
A smooth transition, heh?

Maybe my tail was depressed

Yeserday I was holdin my lil stub tail down over my bottom. Bein the bright bulb that she is, Mommy realized sumfin was wrong. She remembered Not pickin up much, if any, of My cute lil poopies outside. Or inside for that matter.
So last night, I kicked it into high gear to let Daddy see me bein pitiful. I held my tail down. I couldn't get comfy anyplace. Daddy wondered what was wrong with his lil precious pup.
He sat on the floor and had me come over to him. First he brushed me a lil bit. Then he kinda poked and prodded at me. He asked Mommy 'bout that squeezin of the stinky glands. Thankfully, Mommy told him to not try it on the livin room floor. So he just gave up that idea anyways.
I started doin better after Daddy fussed over me. I slept fine. This mornin, I am not holdin my lil tail down.
Mommy thinks I am constertooterpated.
She will add sum pupkin to my foods.

Notme alert

Sum of my pals have been barkin that their weather is gettin windy, cold and wet. The same thing is goin on 'round My place. I mean, it's usually windy here. A pup just learns to deal with havin yur pawrents laugh 'cause yur ears or various body hairs are all blowin evfurry which a-way.
But let me remind those chucklin pawrents to be on the look-out for the naughty Notme. With the bad weather also comes Notme.

You should stock up now on paper towels and anti-stink n'stain spray.
And don't be shocked if Notme makes a surprise visit to your house.

Be prepared!

I'm just sayin.

Just stay outta my way

The other pets are gettin in my way. Or sumfin. Lemme 'splain.

Last night, havin popcorn, I had to 'tack Tux. He was in my way gettin to a piece of popcorn he dropped. I didn't really hurt him but he did his girlie high-pitched squeal.
I got hollered at.

Today, we was all messin 'round in the bathroom with Mommy. Drover looked at me wrong or sumfin. Had to 'tack him. Mommy had to get up and make me stop 'tackin him.
Got hollered at again.

Then later, I jumped up on Brother's bed. Georgiecat was already up there. She has those goofy crossed eyes. She looked at me funny or else she was purrin too loud or sumfin. I kinda 'tacked her. Mommy told me I better not do that again. She has Very Sharp claws. Lucky for her, she didn't try to use them. It woulda been all out war!
Got hollered at again when Mommy was sure Georgiecat wasn't gonna 'tack me.

Those other pets just better stop gettin in my way and buggin me.

We got spoiled!?!

How could we got spoiled at the Pet Prison? I barked 'bout what went on there, how we got treated.
But Mommy thinks different.
Afore goin to the Pet Lodge, we would all go outside and mess around in our yard. Mommy would go out with us and scoop poop and go check for chicken eggies and other stuff. We would be sniffin and lookin for bugs and junk.
Now when we all go outside all's we wanna do is play. We head out and go for the outside toys. And wait for Mommy to play with us.
Mommy thinks that when we went out 5 times a day at the Pet Lodge, peepoles would play with us. She doesn't believe that we just walked round the prison yard.
You pups know I bark the truth.
It's amazin that my own Mommy doesn't believe me.

Back and Barkin!

It is good to be home. Home sweet home. There's no place like home.

Ok, so the Pet Lodge Looks like a nice place. Happy, happy, fun, fun.
But that's what they want the folks to think so's they bring their birds and turdles and fishies and kitty cats and pups to stay there. They are in it for the muney, that's all.

Let me tell ya the truth 'bout the joint.

They handed Mommy our Report Card when she came to spring us out.

The report card has stuff like
Diet: ate well.
This means we ate the scrap of gruel they slopped into our tiny, dark, damp cell.

Behavior: well-mannered and friendly
Only cause we was threatened and we was skeered to act any other way

Friends: Eddie, Lane, Myki and Maki
Sure, they was on our same chain gang.

Staff comments: Loved goin outside to play with their new buds.
See above comment 'bout the chain gang.

Activities:
Lounging: meanin we was too weak to get up on account a because we didn't have much to eat

Mingling: this was where we went out into the prison yard 5 times a day and walked round and round.

Exploring: findin big rocks to dig outta the ditches they forced us to dig.

Fetching: that was mainly for Tux, they would throw rocks that looked like tennis balls for sum of the retriever type pups. Then they would laugh man-i-ack-ally when they pups would try to pick them up.

They took sum pictures of us "havin fun". I wish I could post mine on here. I fur real have a tear in my eye. They claim it was eye googie stuff but it was a tear. Really.

I sure am glad I am home. It may take me a really long time to re-coop-r-ate. But I managed to do sentry duty this mornin from my Love-Seat-Look-Out.

It's gonna be hard to un-remember all those memories of the Pet Lodge though.

I made it home

Me and the boy dogs made it home, safe and sound.

I am pooped. I think 'cause I was so cute and lil, they gave me the biggest shovel to dig the deepest ditch.
Worn out, I am.

I will bark more after I get rested up pups. That may take a week or so.

Thanks for the files in cakes and books you sent. I was workin my way outta solitary when Mommy and Daddy sprung me.

We are ok

We made it to the Pet Lodge. We came at dark o'clock.
Mommy toted me in and threw me to the owner lady. Then she went out and she and Daddy brought in the boys.
Tux has a collar that gets loose and then gets tight. It 'bout came off when he didn't want to go in the front door of the place. He went flat so Daddy kinda rolled him in! Bol!
They made us walk round the prison yard bout 5 times today. And they maybe gave us one or two cookies that Mommy packed. They'll probly give our food and the rest of the cookies to other dogs. *sigh*

I will bark when I can.
Thanks for noticin that I had a Diary Pick today.

Nobuddy asked me

I jus' found out. Tomorrow Me, Drover and Tux are headin to the Pet Lodge. AKA Pet Dun-jean-on.
Augh!
Mommy and Daddy are goin to visit My farm in Colorado. And Sissor is all busy with Olde English junk and other classes, she can't come to let us out to potty and to feed us and stuff on a couple of those days when Mommy and Daddy will be gone. She will be here, to take care of the cats and chickens.

So off we go tomorrow mornin to the Pet Lodge.

Nope, we can't all go in the camp trailer. They don't want to take it that far so they are gonna stay in a No Dogs Allowed motel place.
Maybe sum other time we can all go in the camp trailer but since we just got it Daddy wants to do stuff to it before we take it too far away.

So, I don't even know if I will be able to bark at you pups for the next few days. I will try. And I hope they don't furget to come pick us up when they get back.

Wish me luck. I sure hope they feed us a lil bit a the Pet Lodge.

We were really good dogs

*Zoe noses here way through all the colorful balloons her pals have sent*

Can you pups hear me? Can you see me? Looky all my balloonies! Thank you for sendin them to Me and the other furmily members! We didn't send out many 'cause that was the day Pearlcat left for the Bridge and Mommy was sads. Then yeserday, we got left All Alone for A Really Long Time!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
The day started off like usual. We got up, had breakfast, Daddy left for work. Mommy left for a little while.
Then Daddy came home early. I had barely had time for my mornin nap.
We went outside while he hustled 'round puttin stuff in the pick-up truck.
We came back inside and Mommy and Daddy left.
No big deal, I guess.
I barked at the mailman, even though he didn't leave no boxes for me.
We barked at a big tractor workin in the field 'cross the road.
Tux ran around and messed up the rug under the kitchen table, the rug in the livin room and the rug at the back door.
We barked. We napped. We barked.
A long time. A really long time.
Drover and Tux started complainin they were gettin hongry for a snack. Tux thought he might be able to open the pantry doors to reach the cookies. But I told him No, Mommy wouldn't want us to do that. So we didn't have no snacks.
Then the boys started needin to potty. But I told them No, you gotta hold it. It is naughty to potty inside. Mommy wouldn't like it if they pottied inside. Tux whined himself to sleep. Drover picked up his copy of The Return of the King. He is readin the Appendixes to be ready for the Hobbit movie when it comes out later this year.
Finally, the red pick up truck pulled in. It was pullin some trailer thing. Mommy opened the back door and we all rushed out. Of course we barked at the truck and trailer thing sittin in the driveway.
Then we pottied. And pottied. And pottied again!
We went inside with Mommy and she checked for any chewed up furniture or potty on the floors. Nuthin like that.
We were good pups.

And to reward us for bein good pups we got our biggest size of cookie. A whole one. Then later when Daddy came in and Mommy gave him our good report, he gave us another big cookie.

They were both very proud of us for bein good for So Long.

But don't ever do that again Mommy and Daddy! That was pushin the limit of our goodness.

*note from Mommy*
I hesitated leaving the dogs for that long. We went to look at a camp trailer. Minimum four hour round trip. That didn't include time to look at the trailer. We were gone for six hours! The dogs were great! But they were very tired after we got home. I think they spent most of their time waiting for us to get home.
Good dogs!