Friday afternoon my parents and I left on a road trip to Lexington, Kentucky. My sister, Angie, lives there with her husband, Adam, and my nephew, Mister. It took lots of hours to get there but I was comfortable in my car basket. Sometimes Mom let me sit in her lap.
This is me in my basket. That’s my dad driving the car.
When we got there, I finally met Mister. We had to stay on leashes until we got used to each other. There was a lot of sniffing going on. This is our nose sniff. We sniffed other spots, too, but Mom says it’s bad manners to talk about them.
I tried to play with Mister but he didn’t want to play much. Angie says he’s older and likes to play quiet games. When I jumped on his head from the sofa, I got into trouble and had to go to time out. I didn’t stay long because I jumped out. Mom and Dad say I must be part kangaroo.
The best part of Saturday was when Mister’s other grandparents came over and his grandmother brought bacon flavored treats – my favorite!
We sure paid close attention to her. I’m glad she made Mister share with me. She’s my
sucker friend forever.
The worst part was when all the humans went out to eat. Mister and I had to go into our crates in separate rooms. They were gone FOREVER! After lunch, Mister’s other grandparents went to a basketball game. With Wildcats and Tigers, I’ll bet there was a lot of growling and hissing going on.
Everyone else came back home and let Mister and me out of jail. Then Mom and Dad were ready to come back home so Mister could take a nap. Road trips are fun.
Mister’s version of the weekend can be found here.
Saturday was a fun day! When Mom and Dad finished their coffee, Dad went into the garage to do something to the car to make it special for me. He fixed a hammock in the backseat and a soft basket for the console. All for ME to ride. Mom put on my special harness because it clips to the basket.
Don’t I look pretty in my ruffled harness? That’s Dad holding me up to show off. I started off in the backseat on the hammock and a warming pad but I decided I wanted to see everything so I got into the basket and sat between Mom and Dad.
Dad drove us on the Natchez Trace Parkway, a road he says is very pretty in the spring when redbuds bloom. We stopped at Garrison Creek and got out to walk around. Good thing, too, because by that time I had to do my business. When I finished, we walked down to the creek. I met a dog named Seth. His owner said he is old and hard of hearing.
Then two people rode up on horses. I didn’t bark at them because Mom said horses can get upset if dogs bark or car horns honk. The lady said I was very cute. I knew that was true.
We said goodbye to the horses and got back in the car for the drive home. Mom said our trip was practice for when we take a longer trip to Lexington, Kentucky so I can meet my nephew, Mister. I passed the test and had an adventure to boot. Saturday was a fun day.
You will never guess what happened to me today! Mom and Dad took me to the vet. He’s a special doctor for dogs and cats. I got to wear my new jacket. Mom told Dad it was like people putting on clean underwear when they go to the doctor. My cats don’t like to go to the vet and after what the helpers did to me, I know why. Dad says the cats don’t like to go because they have to ride in the car. Ha!
The reason I had to go was because I haven’t had my rabies shot. It’s part of the adoption fee and Ms. Candace said I could get that when I get spayed. I think that means someone covers your poop with a shovel. Anyway, Mom got nervous the other night when I chased the possum in our backyard. She’s afraid if I chased another animal it might bite me. Some wild animal bites carry rabies. I don’t know what that is, but I do know the possum needed all four paws to run, so it couldn’t carry anything.
Mom called the vet’s office and they told her to bring me in this morning. I had to get weighed (no girl likes that) and then we went into a room. Two helpers came in. One told me how pretty and sweet I was (every girl likes to hear that). While she loved on me the other one picked up my tail . . . well, I can’t say the rest. It’s too awful! Later, they told the vet that I don’t have worms.
Then I got shot twice but there was no blood or giant holes like on tv. The vet said I don’t have much mileage on me, and that I found a good home. I knew that already.
A terrible thing happened today. Charlie chased ME! I didn’t like it one bit! And Mom didn’t make him stop. We were in the bonus room while Mom sewed a new hem in Dad’s office curtains. Charlie chased me across the room. I ran around the sofa and Charlie cheated. He went over the top. When I ran under the bed, he stuck his head under there and hissed and growled at me. None of that felt very good. Later, Charlie ran down the stairs and I didn’t chase him. I was afraid he would turn around and chase me back under the bed. Scary things live there. I guess I’ll have to learn to live with the cats because Mom and Dad haven’t said anything about making them go somewhere else.
I got into deep trouble today. I chased my brother, Charlie, and Mom and Dad were unhappy. They think I was being mean instead of wanting to play. Maybe they were right.
This is Charlie. He was pretty mad, too. He growled and hissed when Mom picked him up. Mom told him to stand his ground and I’ll leave him alone. She’s right, of course. If he wouldn’t run, I wouldn’t chase him.
Barbara doesn’t run from me and I leave her alone. This is Barbara.
Barbara is the queen. At least that’s what Mom and Dad call her. That means I can only be a princess. Charlie and Oliver aren’t kings because Mom said the Queen holds the ace of trumps. I don’t know what that means but Charlie and Oliver leave Barbara alone unless she wants to play with them.
This is Oliver.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
- There’s a lot of talk about having a government-issued picture identification to vote, and my mom reads articles about best places to live. I think voting means you like something or someone. I wonder if I need to get a government-issued photo ID to vote for my furever home as the best place to live?
Mom ordered me an ID tag and it came yesterday. On one side it tells my name, address, and telephone number in case I get lost. Mom says I’m smart because I learned my name very fast. I’ll bet I could learn my address and telephone number if someone (hint: Mom or Dad) would tell me what they are. Want to know a secret? I think Mom won’t tell me because she likes the picture on the front, not the boring stuff on the back.
I think it’s pretty, too. She also ordered another ID tag for when we go to the family cabin in Canada during the summer. My nephew, Mister, likes it there. Lots of squirrels and chipmunks to watch.
But we have to watch out for the bald eagle.It might like to take puppy dogs to its nest for dinner. Guess who’s dinner?
This guy likes to rest in a tree in our front yard.
Still, I want to vote for my home as the best place to live. I wonder if the voting place will take a picture of a ladybug for ID?
My world sure is different with my furever family. I have to sleep in jail at night and get released every morning. Ms. Jill at Tractor Supply Company told Mom to get a cell big enough for me to stand up and move around. Ms. Jill knows a lot about dogs and cats because she has one of each at her house.
Speaking of kitties, I have two kitty brothers and a kitty sister. Their Christmas present this year was a climbing tree.
Here they are looking at me. If I had been here at Christmas maybe there would be a shelf for me.
On Tuesday, Mom and I went to Pet Smart and bought me some more toys. Before I came here to live, she wasn’t sure what I liked to play so she didn’t have many toys for me. Here I am with my new weasel. When I bite it in the right spot it squeaks.
My dad lets me out of jail in the morning and takes me on a walk. Sometimes we meet Ms. Sandy and her chihuahua, Koko. Koko wasn’t very friendly the first time we met, but today she didn’t bark or growl. We may get to be good friends.
I shiver a lot and Ms. Sandy told Dad about a special heating pad for dogs. Mom went to a website in South America to get me a pad and a special bed for my jail that will keep me warmer. Yesterday she went to that website to order me a special seat for the car and a hammock for the backseat. People say the river in South America is full of piranha, but I think it’s full of good stuff for dogs.