Friday, January 27, 2012

Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, I'm in trouble again. I got up on the dining room table and took a wool flower that my Mom had cut out for her wool runner.

I know you're saying "on the dining room table?", yup. I jumped up on the chair and was looking to see if Dad had left his plate there. He hadn't, but there was a nice little wool flower available. So, I got up on the table and took it.

My Mom says you'd expect it if I was a cat.. but I'm a dog. I think I'll just stay under this chair until the coast is clear. (I bet they push in the dining room chair from now on.)

Friday, January 20, 2012

Resting comfortably

I had my surgery on Wednesday. It went very well and I'm at home relaxing with my Mom. Here I am propped up against the cube, dozing off. I spent yesterday sleeping on my Mothers lap.

Friday, January 13, 2012

I hope it's McDonalds

Mom just got off the phone with someone. They were talking about "Nugget" removal. I sure hope they were talking about McDonalds.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Life is good again.

Life is good again. My Mom came home from her quilting retreat.

She really missed me - I knew she would. Seems that I have snuck into her heart.

I'm hoping there aren't any more reasons for her to go away for a very long time.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

I hate quilting retreats.

Quilters love retreats. They get away from husbands, kids, laundry and everyday stress. The days are spent sewing, eating and laughing with their friends. Projects are done, started and shared.

Well, I personally hate quilting retreats. I don't see any reason for them.  Twice a year my Mom packs up her things and heads to some unknown location. I'm left at home with my Dad.  I love my Dad, he's a great guy and he's really generous with the treats. The problem... he's not my MOM.

I sleep with my Mom, she takes me out in the middle of the night, feeds me breakfast, dinner and sometimes a snack. At night she spends hours throwing my toy down the hall so I can run and play. And on occasion, she puts up with some naughtiness (OK, alot of naughtiness).  Dad plays with the toy, feeds me but isn't as understanding when the naughtiness takes over my body.

Mom leaves tomorrow at 2:00. Normally she leaves in the morning, but because Dad doesn't get home til 8:00 pm she won't leave me in the kennel that long. See, she's a good Mom. For my sake, I hope the weekend goes by fast.

To all the  puppy Moms out there -  take this into consideration before you go on a retreat..