Minding My Own Business

I am at the grams this week.  Tuesday, we had a swell group for dinner and ate out on the patio. Just what I like.  My family and most all my friends came. (That is my friends from the human nation.) I partied til I plopped. Entertaining a group is lot of work. They are SLOW to get it...just toss the ball, please!!    

Boy they did some weird stuff.....piled junk all over my open floor area.

Then the next day I made some new friends (after I barked fiercely.)   Jason came over. He has some of my kind at his house, I knew that right off the bat. (The human nation has no idea what all my nation understands from smell.)  I thought he came to see me but he seemed too busy to play. He measured and did some math stuff about the counter tops. Which I never see so who cares? I had to MMOB

Later Rhys arrived with a lot of stuff. I had to bark at him too to show Grammie that I am at the top of my game. But Rhys liked me anyhow. He didn't play ball, although I offered him many opportunities. I got to go in and out of the garage all day. Usually this is not available to me. Nice!  
 I mostly had to MMOB all day.

I can tell by their voices that the grams are real happy. Myself, I think it is a mess around here. So I got out every one of my balls. Why not? Balls are my business.

Today, I got to run at the park. Nothing much to report there. In other words it was a ball-less park. Disgusting.


Back home me and Grammie found some of those little guys she likes. There they were... kind of playing in a puddle. They are smaller than my foot. I wonder how they get here?


Grammie calls them May-bell and May-nard. I have no idea why. And I don't care....just minding my own business. If they could play ball I would be interested.

Signing off for now. It's nap time.