An Incident

So you remember what a good dog I am, right?  They say it's a slippery slope (although I actually have no idea what that means.) 

Evidently I just went down it.

It happened like this:  the masters went off for a few hours. I was bored. The pantry was just a tad open. Some fairly new human treats were on a low shelf. Oh wow, dark chocolate chips, although I prefer milk chocolate. (I know because I tasted an Easter bunny ear once.)  


Long story made short: masters came home, evidence was all shredded in the floor. I got sick, sick, sick threw up all over.  For some reason they liked and encouraged me to heave.  Go figure. Really, my insides were outside of me that night.  I swear they tried to water-board me! They poured water down me like crazy. Some water stayed in -- some came out.


They say my ah, er...my poop ('scuse me, if I offend) was rather chocolaty fragrant!  I dunno, I was too sick to care. Next day I was pretty much dog-tired. They didn't tell my grams for two days.(I wanted to phone them but that doggie relay service was closed.)


A strange thing my masters kept talking to Mr Google on the laptop while I was so bad off. I mean, really, what the heck does he know about me?


As for now....it's hot so I am resting up for my afternoon swim over at Ed's.

First Day of School

The following is an email from Ella's Mom:

You want me to go where?
  

School started this week and Ella has been less than cooperative. This morning she said, " I can't go to school, my tummy hurts." So, I said "Oh, I guess you can't come jogging with me either."  She replied, "Oh, I feel better now."  So, we went jogging.

When we were pulling out of the drive way, she said "I can't go to school, I think I have a fever." We felt her nose, it was cold. We asked if she wanted us to use the thermometer to double check. She quickly said, "I feel better now." So, we headed for the school.

When we pulled up to the school to drop her off, she said "I can't go to school, I don't have my home work!" We asked her where it was. She said "I ate it." We turned around and took her home.

Guess we will try again tomorrow! 

(Ella says....Whew!)

I'm traumatized but I forgive

Here's a  shocker for you. Last week I was at the grams, as usual. My masters came over for feeding.  And while we are having our happy hour, (I love happy hour!)  there is a ding-dong at the door. Some strangers of the human nation came in to visit. I'm fine with that  but they were  holding  (this is where it gets really weird) ....a creature of my nation...a rat dog. I kid you not...a rat dog.

 It gets worse, even spooky...those humans leave the rat dog with the grams!  

That rat dog is not a big problem for  me, but...it steals everyone's attention. It steals my toy, goes out my doggie door, lifts it's leg and marks my yard, eats my food and drinks my water. Come on! I am shocked. 

Know what....I went right home with my masters. I couldn't wait to get outta there.  I figure my grams have lost their minds. 

I came back a week later and all is well. I sense that the grams are sorry about their weird behavior. I still smell some traces of rat dog but...it doesn't bother me. They came to their senses. I overheard that they found the rat dog  a very fine home. I am all for that solution. Way too many of my nation have  hard times. 

Oh, my  humans....they have good hearts. 

 You see this sneaky picture? I got caught touching my grammie's pillow. (An absolute NO-NO.)
She got up while I stayed in bed. LOL  I sure tricked her!!!