July 4th ruckus

Do we need to celebrate the 4th of July with such loud bangs? It's scary! I have not been this scared since... since.. well, actually I have never been this scared. The fireworks and firecrackers make vacuum cleaners and hair dryers seem tame. Friday was full of loud bangs that I could not anticipate, have no control, and could not escape. I went from room to room, checking to see if anything or anyone has been blown away. Is there any place in here that is safe? I really need to pee, but I think I"ll have to hold it.

Daddy built me a bomb shelter surrouned by boxes and mommy's computer. He had blankets set up for me to lay down, but I had to be alert in case I need to run for it. Mom had my bed nestled in a corner in the living room surrounded by the sofa and chairs and lots of pillows. I tried to relax there, but those didn't feel safe enough. Finally I crawled into daddy's lap and watched him play Team Fortress, but it didn't help.

I don't think I've ever looked so pathetic, it was embarrassing. I was so close to crying, but I was too busy and scared and forget to blink. Would I get bug eyes from staring and not blinking?

Yesterday, mom and dad caught me hiding underneath the blankets in bed. Mom thought I was missing, cuz I usually sleep on the blankets and dad came in as I was crawling out. There goes my remaining dignity...

Anyways, I think it's all over. I think.. it is after all Sunday afternoon now.. wait..there goes another bang ***wahhhh***

I miss Grandma

Every six months is a long time to wait to see grandma again, that's for sure.

I miss the hugs/kisses in the morning, evening, and bedtime--I made sure to snuggle in bed.
I miss all the walks she would take me on around the block--at least 5 times a day, wow.
I miss the car rides with grandma holding me and petting me--I'm all content and lying in her lap.

Grandma, will you ever be back again?

Fun Beach Day

Fort Funston was a blast! I met several other corgis and my friends (Rusty, Makena, and Dallas) were there..O and mommy and daddy both went. I went up to say hi to Dallas, but she was busy with her ball so I licked her teeth. Then I went up to Makena, who was busy digging a hole. The best way to get a doggy's attention is to be a part of what they're doing, sooo... I went right in and was part of the hole! Well, it worked alright. Makena just ended up trying to dig around me.

I didn't see my frisbee, so I ended up just playing chase with whoever was around that wanted to play. Well, I do have one confession to make, but don't tell Makena. I was just standing around minding my own business when Makena's daddy threw a ball. Makena turned and ran full speed.. tripped over me.. stumbled and fell (legs still running) and finally when she got up she still charged for the ball. I moved out of there, but sure enough as soon as she turned around.. she stared at the spot she fell. Then she looked at me and then Rusty with a vengeance. Thank goodness she can't pinpoint it to me *phew*

I went back to playing and by the time we got close to leaving, daddy decided it was time for my swimming lessons again. Umm.. I thought I made it clear that I don't really care to swim??!! I think it's a conspiracy. Last time we came, mommy brought me in and made me swim. This time daddy brought me to the waves and made me swim back. Boy did I have to move my legs! Then I tried to stay as far away as possible from daddy. Even treats can't trick me. O, I also stayed away from mommy in case she's in on it. By the time we got back to the car and got home, I was exhausted. Another happy day!

Life is good

Finally there is some routine being setup. These last couple of weeks seem to have been quite hectic. At least I make sure I go to bed about 10pm every day.

Mondays: I wake up, eat breakfast and go for a 5-hour car ride with mommy. Then I get to play frisbee in Goleta for at least 30 minutes. Afterwards, I go home and have dinner and play with Cody.

Tuesdays: I wake up, eat breakfast, and stay in the room. Sometimes I play with Cody til mommy gets back from school. She comes home, picks me up, and we head to Hendry's Beach for a walk and some frisbee time. Afterwards, I go home and have dinner and play with Cody.

Wednesdays: I wake up, eat breakfast, and we go for a hike up in Santa Barbara (aiming for Inspiration Point--aiming cuz mommy's not in shape yet ;) bow wow The hike is about 3.5 miles round trip with an elevation gain of about 800 ft). We come home take a nap, then mommy goes to class, while I stay home and play with Cody and get dinner after she gets home.

Thursdays: I wake up, eat breakfast, and sit in the car for almost 3 hours for mommy to get out of class. Then we go to the park and play frisbee for about an hour. I sit in the car for another hour and a half, while she is in class. Then I get to sit for another 5 hours back to San Francisco. It's not so bad, if you think about it. I get to see daddy again!

Fridays: Daddy goes to work, I wake up and eat breakfast. Mommy takes me to run some errands (grocery, my treats and stuff) in Mountain View and we go visit grandpa's place in San Jose and then head to see Louise and Honey. We usually go for a walk to a coffee shop and after they have coffee, we walk back. Then we drive back to San Francisco and have dinner with daddy.

Saturdays and Sundays: I get to go to McLaren Park in SF to play frisbee and walk around the lake harassing ducks. Some times I get a game of tug in or two, but mostly I just hang out with mommy and daddy.

My first hike

I had my first hike today in the Santa Barbara foothills. It rained last night, so everything smelled so fresh. I didn't know what to expect, but the first thing I saw past the gates were three dogs coming out. They told me it was gonna be fun and not to be afraid. I sniffed every nook and cranny, looked down the edge of the hill, and had to wait around for mommy to catch up/or I had to run and catch up.

We got to the water crossing and I tried to figure out how to cross. I think mommy was enjoying watching me run back and forth from the rocks. She could've just carried me over with her long legs! Well, after several attempts I found the right combination of rocks and we continued a bit up. At the next water pool, mommy stopped and I decided to check out the water. It was mostly knee deep and so I ran back and forth the edge and across rocks to the other side. There were some deeper parts, but I stayed away because it was scary!

Mommy promises every Wednesday to bring me there. I can't wait!

I'm so happy mommy lies

Believe it or not, I'm happy mommy lies occassionally. I saw her Saturday and it wasn't even a week! Boy have I missed her. Better yet, I get to go back with her to Santa Barbara today and we're coming back to daddy on Thursday again. Woof!

I'm sad

So mommy left and didn't even bother taking me to Santa Barbara with her. She left in tears and told me to take care of daddy??? I always take care of daddy. But what's see you in 2 weeks?? What is going on? It's been a stressful weekend and everybody is hugging me and nobody else is hugging.. and I feel sad.

*edit* apparently now I hear its see you in a month.. maybe

My first flying experience

It has taken me days to recover from my first flights. I was rudely woken up at 4 am only to spend the whole day in the airport, traveling crate, and airplane. Worst of all, my flight was cancelled and I was promised all these treats and three golden retrievers to play with. All I got was a stupid stay in Chicago. I guess it wasn't too bad, since I got to meet Bandit and Natalie. Though I "think" I may have pee'd in Bandit's bed.

Yay everyone's together again

So I was wrong, I did get to see mommy again, but then daddy left for Thanksgiving to visit Chicago. After daddy got home, she went off again for 10 whole days. I can't even count 10 on my front paws; I had to use my hind legs too. I think she got lost this time, cuz it never takes her that long to find her way back. I know daddy's new place in San Francisco is even further from Santa Barbara than where we used to be. O well. Next time I better go with her, so that she finds her way back faster.

While mommy was gone, I've managed to sprain my ankle, get into some coffee, and catch Kennel Cough. Yah that was a busy schedule, having to cram everything in. I thought I was going to hack out a lung or two, but some how I manage to keep them in and just had some foamy spit~ ewww. Soon as mommy got back, she took me to see a new vet who said I'm getting over it and gave me my health certificate to fly.

Flying.. whatever that means. Is that what those ducks at the pond do? Or is that swimming/paddling? I get confused. Sounds like fun. Supposedly I get to go see the "girlies": Gabby, Carmen, and Cheyenne. I was put in this zipped up crate with tons of treat last night. I think I heard something about getting ready to fly and I don't know if I'm gonna like flying (and its this Friday).

Well, I'm just waiting for daddy to get off work, so we can go for a walk and I can go down to the pond and see if I can get a duck today.

I'm a big girl now

After two days, there is still no mommy sightings. I think I won't be seeing her again, like never. I better take on more responsibilities, after all, I am a year old. Daddy has been working hard and coming home and taking me to the park in the dark. On our way to the park, I let him know that I can carry my own Frisbee there. I jumped and jumped and finally he gave it to me to hold. I was so proud of myself!