Taylor Trials

Ho hum...

I'm totally bummed.

Remember that holiday I said I was gonna go on? Turns out it didn't happen. I was supposed to go for a weekend visit to see my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Her name is Kirby and I love her cause I grew up with her and she is the only nice dog I know. She's 16 years old and is not in the best shape anymore cause of the bad food that was going around. I miss her a lot and I wished I got to see her. Hopefully I'll get to go for a short visit soon.

My Dave went away for 5 days on a vacation to Portland for some computery thing. And it was just me, Fisher dog and the woman for the whole time. But I did get to sleep in a lot and sun bathe whenever I wanted. I would stay up late and played while the woman ate popcorn and watched crappy movies. By the end of teh 5 days I was used to My Dave being gone. But as soon as he came through the front door I was all over him like white on rice.

Today I'll talk about another one of my favorite things. Scratches, but not just any old scratches. The kind of scratches that make your arms flail, legs kick, tongue flutter, eyes roll and turn your brain inside out. My Dave is one of only a handful of people that know where my "special spots". I really like it when he works on the area behind my neck where my collar sometimes rests but what really gets me going is scratches to my tummy (right next to my no-no-special place). I love those scratches so much that I don't even notice when my tumbly is bright red.

Talk to you later,
T