February 13th 2009 10:07 am
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I've been really, really busy the past couple months. Grandpa takes us everywhere with him. Lilly is always ready to go for a ride in the truck, and I've even gotten used to it too. It doesn't make me sick anymore. Lilly tries to jump into any truck she sees. She even jumped into the UPS truck! The UPS man laughed and said he could ship her somewhere if we wanted; he had a big enough box. I was all for that, but Nana said no, Mom and Dad would be back soon enough.
Grandpa has started tying me up. I ran off a few times, chasing after some of the neighborhood cats. So now I'm stuck on the end of a rope and pulley thing while Lilly gets to run free. I have lots of slack...but it's not fair! I've gotten a little revenge by chewing through five leashes.
Nana won't admit it, but she likes us in the house at night. She puts down a sheet, and we lay on it with our toys. If it's cold, Grandpa will start a big fire. It's the crackly kind, like Dad used to make in our townhouse, not the boring kind we have in the house we live in now.
Dad called in December and told Nana that he and Mom weren't going to be coming to get us in January like they'd planned. The company he was contracting for had cancelled their project, so they were going to finish up at the end of January and move back home. Lilly was really sad until I explained that meant we didn't have to fly on an airplane. When they came, we could just go home.
One day, when Nana was sitting on the porch with us, she told us that Mom and Dad were coming! I was happy to hear it, but had sort of wandered off to check on a really big bug I'd found so I didn't hear the details. We went back into the dog run.
And then...THEN I heard Mom's laugh. It sounded so nice. Someone opened the back door and we ran in and jumped right on Dad. Mom said, "Sam!" and I turned around and she was sitting on the fireplace. I ran over and we had the best reunion.
Two days later, we drove home. Mom sat in the back with us. I snuck into her lap and she pet me and cuddled me. Lilly was tucked in beside her. When we finally got home, I ran around checking everything out. It was exactly the same as I remembered! Only...the yard is much, much smaller. But it's bigger than the run, so I guess that's a good thing!
We got to sleep in the bed that first night. I curled up next to Mom and she hugged me. We fell asleep like that. As fun as it was getting to chase squirrels and rabbits, I would much rather be with Mom and Dad.
November 12th 2008 1:02 am
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Well, it's been three weeks since we moved to Nana and Grandpa's. I wasn't too sure about this place at first, but I have to admit....I kind of like it here.
The last month at home with Mom wasn't much fun. She was so busy packing for Hawaii and UN-packing from when we moved into the house over a year ago and going out to say good-bye to all her friends that we didn't get to spend much time with her. Then she got sick.
Sick days are sort of awesome in their own way. Mom pulls out the sofa bed and piles all her necessities into a little bag. Then she drags out blankets and pillows and the three of us (Mom, Lilly, and I) all curl up together and watch TV all day. Lilly and I get extra snuggles, and if we start pestering her a lot, she gives us bones.
But back to now. The nights are getting a little colder, so Grandpa put a heater in our doghouse. Lilly was afraid of the noise at first, but after one night of sleeping on the cold limestone, she decided to give it a chance. Now we curl up together, which is sort of nice. (But don't tell her I said that. I have to keep up my tough image and all)
Twice a day, Grandpa takes us across the street to his friend's house. He has a fenced in yard that's MUCH bigger than our yard at home. Lilly and I get to run and run while Grandpa and his friend talk about weird things like gardens. Lilly plays fetch with a stick or her ball, and sometimes I'll steal it just to tease her. It's like our own private dog park!
Grandpa has also started letting me off my leash! Mom NEVER lets me off my leash. (That's because I always run away and don't let her catch me. But I'm afraid to run away here. I might not be able to find my way back.) He let me off so I could help him keep away the squirrels. I'm doing a really good job, too! If I scare them all off, he'll let me have a bone as a reward.
He calls Mom and Dad a few times a week to check in. They're doing okay. Nana lets us onto the porch so she can love on us while she reads, but she talks to us more than she reads now. She said Mom and Dad have a house right on the beach and there are crabs that come out every night that I can run after when we get there. They already found a Boxer friend for us named Mana who lives across the street. Mom's scoped out two different dog parks, and she's made friends with a Navy vet tech. Dad can't wait to take us to the beach. But they miss us a lot. Dad told Nana Mom took the Sandra Boyton book and they read it together every night. It aways makes her tear up.
I miss them too. I miss Mom's silly songs and her tummy rubs and Dad's wrestling games. Lilly REALLY misses Dad. She still cuddles in close at night, but she's doing better. All that exercise wears us out. I wish I could figure out how to send them one of those emails to let them know we're okay, but Grandpa does a good job of translating for us. I guess for now that will have to do.
October 31st 2008 5:29 pm
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Mom talked to us a million times about living with Nana and Grandpa and a place called Hawaii and how we couldn't go. She said, "Dad and I are coming back for you. Remember that." She said that a dozen times. Then there was something about an airplane, but honestly? I was too busy enjoying having my tummy pet to really listen.
We watched her pack up the house little bits at a time, then one day she packed up my kennel and Lilly's kennel (Lilly is my little sister) and took us on a long car ride. We met Nana and Grandpa at this yummy-smelling place where we always stop on the way down to visit them. Nana and Grandpa traded the stuff from her car to their car, then Mom hugged us both really tight and told us she loved us in that funny voice she uses when she's about to cry. Grandpa herded us into his car and Mom drove off. It wasn't until then that I realized she wasn't coming with us.
But it was hard to be sad for long, because Nana didn't make us sit in our kennels. Their car was exactly the same as Mom's, only it had some intriguing smells. I gave it a thorough once-over, then watched Grandpa laugh over Lilly's car antics. She always wants to stick her head out the window, and she runs around to every window, trying to see if her head will fit through it. She's sort of dumb. I sat still and tried not to get sick. The car always makes me a little pukey-feeling.
When we finally got to their house, they put us on the screened-in porch. Then Grandpa showed us the special dog-run he'd built for us. I haven't lived outside in a long time, but he put our kennels out there, and there are so many cool things to look at, like squirrels and bunnies and birds. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Grandpa took us for a few walks, and he let me tree a few of the squirrels, which is something Mom and Dad never let me do. I love to chase anything that moves. I was bred for it, after all.
That night, after we got settled in, Lilly asked me where Mom was. Now, see- Mom had told me it was my job to take care of Lilly. But I'm used to that. Dad travels all the time, and he tells me before he leaves on every trip that I'm supposed to watch out for Mom and Lilly and the house. So taking care of Lilly is part of my job.
I explained to her about Hawaii and the quarantine and how if we'd gone with Mom, we'd be stuck in kennels alone for months. Lilly came from a shelter, and she didn't like that idea. "How long are they going to be gone?" she asked.
"I don't know. But Mom said they were going to come back for us," I told her.
"They won't forget, will they?"
"No." And I knew they wouldn't. Mom said so. And she cried whenever we talked about it, so I knew she wasn't lying. I'd had owners before who had dumped me off, but they'd never explained why, nor had they cried about it. I trusted Mom. She was my favorite person. She made up silly songs for us, and wrestled with us, and when Dad was gone, she sometimes let us sleep in the bed with her.
"Sam? How does our special song go?" Lilly sniffed. I knew she was homesick, so I gave in just this once to sing the Sandra Boyton song Mom used to sing to us before bedtime.
"Well, I have something to tell you and it won't take long...."