forgotten...

sniff, sniff...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!

how do you spell relief???

did you hear what happened?huh, huh?...didya??mom tricked us again! there L. & i were just minding our own dog businesswhen suddenly out comes a suitcase! now i may be a dog, but i am not dense...when the suitcase is out, that means travel is on the horizon. what kind of travel, you ask...well, in our house there are 2 basic kinds~~ the kind that includes dogs & the kind that does not.

includes dogs = good.

doesn't include dogs = not so good.

now if the travel does not include dogs, then we have another breakdown...ya follow??

doesn't include dogs but grandparents are dog sitting = good...actually quite excellent as far as access to people food goes.

doesn't include dogs & dogs go to the *kennel*...folks, this is omg bad! uber bad! so much so that i lose my biscuit focus bad.

usually in the days preceding travel, L. & i get a whiff of which type of travel it is.if the car is completely loaded & L. & i are the last to get in...that means travel including dogs.

if the grandparents show up before the car is packed...that means dog sitting in our cushy digs time.

if one or both of us goes to the vet to get a shot...that means kennel time.

this time was a no-brainer, or so we thought. the same day as the appearance of the suitcases, the grandparents arrived. no trips to the vet ensued. suitcases were packed. suitcases were carried outside. so far, so good. but when we were called to the car...no suitcases! no traveling people! just L. & i with mom & Little Man.uh oh. it was kennel time!drat. (apparently the suitcases were in the other vehicle.) so off we went...for 12 days. at the kennel. while our peeps were visiting other peeps i can only dream about in places that i will never see.

(insert pity party here.)

but they did come home...& after a nice bath, exhaustive chasing of the football, extra biscuits, & the nap-mode on our super-awesome doggy bed L. & i are back in the dog days of summer groove!

post-kennel dog coma...

right here. right now...

L....oh, L.!c'mon...give us a little smile...

oh. no.

i just heard mom utter the "K" word.

no, not K-Bug...she's oK.

the *other* "K" word...the one all dogs dread...

kennel.

somebody help. please.

i like being on the open road with my slobbery mouth hanging out the window & the breeze blowing through my ears. i like visiting Mrs. T. (mom's soul sister) & her people. i like weather. why can't i goooooooooo???????

i'll even wear the goofy party hats again. i promise not to chew the party horn. i swear i will not fall prey to L.'s antics. i'll be a good boy. pretty, pretty please...

have you ever heard the expression "hang dog" look? well, mom said i have it. if that means i don't want to be left behind, that's it!! but mom's not budging on this. not one iota. so it's off to the kennel...i can't even *blog* from there. oh, the horror!! i do not want to go. did i already say that??

in case you are wondering...this is L.'s opinion of the kennel...

(wonder if they'll need a muzzle??!?!)

it's no use, people...i'm off, leashed & all.. food & bed & biscuits in tow ('cause i'm not eating *their* stuff)...see you next week!