June 4th 2009 7:34 am
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Arf!

Some people think that dogs can't see all the colors (I love pink and purple, but whatever). Some people think that dogs can't see 2-dimensional objects (3-D glasses don't really go with my purple collar, so I just watch regular 2-D television, but whatever). Some people even say that dogs live in the moment and don't hold onto things which happened in the past (you can "whisper" that to me all you want, it doesn't change the fact that today is Thursday, but whatever).

We're on vacation at the campground this week. Woohoo, I love vacations...it means that mom doesn't go to that evil place she affectionately refers to as work, and instead focuses all of her attention on me (okay, so maybe Bailey gets a little attention, but whatever). We came up here Tuesday evening after she got home from that work place. The ride up wasn't much fun for me, but then again, it never is. But, once we got up here, I realized how much I would love to live here.

It is sooooo quiet at the campground during the week. There aren't that many people here, so there are way fewer cars and golf carts. This makes for a very happy Sophie Rose.

Tuesday night, I was happy-go-lucky, bouncing all over the place, wagging my tail and barking a happy bark. Yesterday, Wednesday, happy, happy, happy...Then, Thursday happened...

At home, Thursdays are not a good day for me. It is garbage day. These strange men show up, with a very large, loud truck and steal the stuff that has been left on the curb. This does not make me happy. They don't usually show up until about 8 am, but I start my worrying as soon as I get up...every Thursday. We generally get up at about 5:30 am. That gives me a good 2-1/2 hour time period to build up a good head of worry.

Today is Thursday. The same people who say that dogs can't see all of the colors, can't see 2 dimensional objects and don't hold onto the past, would probably say that dogs don't know the days of the week. I'd say that this is total poopy! I KNOW what day it is!

We got up this morning at the crack of 9:30 am. Mom took me and Bailey outside and put us on our tethers (no fences + a leash rule = us on a tether). Bailey decided that it was such a beautiful day, he'd like to sit in the sun. For my part, I did my business and rushed back to the door! It was still pretty quiet at the campground, but it's quiet at home, too, until the garbage trucks show up. I stood at the door, shaking, begging mom to let me in (she was sitting outside with us). Mom let me in, and I ran to the bedroom with my tail tucked between my legs.
Mom couldn't figure it out, at first. Today didn't seem any different from yesterday. In fact, it's a nicer day outside than it was yesterday. Then, it occurred to her that today is Thursday. Could it be that I knew what day it was? Could it be that I held onto the past and was waiting for the 3-D, green and yellow garbage trucks to roll down our street? Nahhhhhh...I'm just a dog, so that would be impossible!

Sophie "Friday's Child" Rose