ok, well, maybe not really forgotten, but i'm going for the pity factor here with mom. thanks, frances, for the shout-out to the group, because i think that is what finally goaded mom into letting me blog again.more. than. a. month., people!! that's how long it's been.
if *i* had opposable thumbs, this tra-ves-ty would have never happened. mom blames it on things like travel & school. i'm not buying it any longer. with my very best hang-dog look...
i convinced her to give up a saturday morning for me, me, ME!! i must be fair here...since our last post mom really has been busy. she really did travel. a lot. without us. for one of her trips, dad stayed home which meant super spoiling for me! no need for him to sneak the people food our way. nah, he just tossed us parts of whatever he was enjoying...
couch surfing became our official sport. the one downside...he is clueless in the biscuit department. we went days, people, *days* without biscuits. [note to self...tell mom to leave him a note next time!] what about the times when everyone traveled but L. & i, you ask? well, let's just say that our kennel time was 'educational' & 'enlightening' this go around. we boarded where we have always boarded for the last 8 years, but when mom picked us up, she was flipping mad. oh, you do not want to see mom like that. our dog bed was saturated in urine. we, & i quote, "stank to high heaven." mom tossed the pillow, gave us 2 baths (L. was beside herself over that one!) & said 'never again' to the kennel.
that seems like a good thing, but really, in just a few short weeks we would need to stay *somewhere* while mom & the gang went in airplanes (L. & i do not do airplanes). oh happy day for us when one of mom's sweet friends recommended this fine lady!!! Ms. K., you rock!!!! L. & i have died & gone to boarding heaven! last week we luxuriated in cushy digs & lots of love. when we came home, mom noticed that L. was not in her usual post-kennel catatonic state...she was actually, dare i say, normal! sweet sigh of contentment!
word on the coconut telegraph is that 
do you know what today is?? well, thanks to one of mom's 
so many of us find ourselves in a new home as a cute puppy, but then, as we grow, the owners are less and less attentive to us. sometimes we aren't quite what the owner was looking for. sometimes our owners have to move to a place where we are no longer welcome. & sometimes, our owners die. no matter...we need you & your loving home!!
L. was in sad circumstances two times before finally coming to her cushy alpha female position in our home. her first "family" didn't want her as she grew, & she was banished to the outside on a chain. eventually, her sad howls drove the owners crazy (good thing!) & she was put up for adoption. her next family was a very loving one, but within 6 short months one of the children had such severe allergies that L. had to go...again. now, 7+ years later she is mistress of the dog bed & all things meat.
me...well, you can read my story 
their time is now occupied with things other than us. of course, this means less football throws.
but the upside is that L. & i are much less likely to end up 
honestly, we don't get all the fuss about things like pencils...
papers...
books...
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despite my lazy best "c'mon ma...don't make me blog her *again*!" mom proceeds to remind me that there is not one single bit of L. on the august posts.
but mom won't budge...mom finally threatens to withhold all biscuits & so i must relent.
in my defense L. is a bit shy & really doesn't seem to mind being bloggless, but...without further ado, i give you the 'many faces of L.' 
one for every occasion!
really!
mom says i'm so cute...
what do you think??
another 
for what, you ask? a manicure!!!!! mom has officially called trimming the priss' nails quits. our delightful Dr. M. is much better at it...plus, he has a 
& finally...would someone please turn off the thunderstorms??? please. we had one friday night that was especially bothersome for my sensitive self. not even 
one paw at a time. (hey, 
it bought me some time
& a few ear scratches of pity.
but as soon as that storm roared away, it was back to the doggy bed for me. hmmmphf.
but he would not let me sample his catch. darn.
today i was front & center on the bow for a tidal creek cruise...only mom would not let me chase those tall white birds, no way, no how.
& this afternoon, it is nap time!! oh how i love these *dog days* of summer! keep chillin' till the next time, phil
& take a trip to 
thank you so much for visiting over the past year...we enjoy your ear scratches & head pats very much! & thank you to our blog guests...
