Doing well with three weeks down and one more to go. So far no sightings of javelinas, rattlesnakes or coyotes. But hey- maybe it’s too early to call it safe.
Remember my big brown truck delivery three weeks ago?
I thought perhaps Mr.C might have over done it on this order. What was he thinking! I’ve a good appetite but I’m not even half way through this 38 pound bag. Already my backseat space is very, very cramped to add one more thing.
What a bummer. Sadie turned 8. She and Luna celebrated without me complete with a doggie cake. I hate to miss a good party.
We’ve had a heat wave- 10 straight days over 90 degrees. This fur coat of mine has got to go. Luckily I can spend afternoons inside with the AC. The other day my OCD kicked in big time as Mrs S says. I’m sure there is something in the drain hole opening in the patio wall. I inspected it, smelled it, circled it many times over and now I am just waiting for something to come out. Yesterday I was on guard for several hours hoping to see something. NO LUCK so far. But I’m real sure there is something there. Last night I even got Mr. C up in the middle of the night so we could make a check but false alarm.
P.S. I’ve been promised a real western adventure next week so I’ve got my hat and scarf close by. Check back next week.
13 is my lucky number. I’ve been here 13 days and still going strong. I’ve managed to successfully dodge javelinas, coyotes, and rattlesnakes when out on my walks but oh my, the heat has slowed me down. When Mrs. S announced it was 94 degrees I decided a long afternoon nap would be good till it cooled down. Next thing I knew Mrs. S was calling my name over and over. I’d been having the best dream about running in the snow across the lake.
When it’s not too hot I like resting on the patio in the early morning. I can’t see much over the wall but there are lots of birds to entertain me especially the mourning doves that fly by and sometimes stop to rest on the wall.
I’ve tried my best but I just can’t seem to catch one.
Mrs. S and Mr. C have the best friends. Sheila and Spence stopped by for a visit. Remember Spence was my savior last year when I ran into the desert after the javelinsa and he helped find me? My story was at http://sockfairies.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-world-according-to-bella.html) I was real happy to see them after a year and they didn’t even notice I had aged one bit. They remembered me with a treat. I wanted to eat the whole thing but Mrs. S suggested I should save some for another day.
I’m not missing home very much, at least not yet. There always seems like a lot to do with new places to explore and a dog park where I can keep track of bunnies nearby. Mrs. S wanted me to wish you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day. She made cupcakes and I got to finish my large milkbone treat. But I do hate when she dresses me up!
Wondering how my time at Mulligan’s house went while Mr. C and Mrs.S were gone on their trip? Well after one day I figured out their routine. I had no problem settling in, especially when I got bed privileges to watch my dog sitter’s shows with her. They told Mrs. S I was the perfect guest. I did find time to write Mrs. S who seemed worried I’d be lonesome without her.
Hi Mom & Dad,
I am doing just fine. I know my schedule very well and just in case Mulligan’s mom forgets about that 4:30 walk I start talking to her every day at 3:30. I bark and whine. Mulligan’s mom thinks I even talk telling her it’s almost time we should be getting ready . Mulligan acts like no big deal just keeps relaxing so I really try because he must know something I don’t . But sure enough at exactly 4:15 everyday (Millionaire show commercial time) she starts getting her snow pants on then we both act like we don’t care or want to go but once she heads for the front door we are at her heels just in case she leaves us behind! I heard you guys are doing lots of sightseeing and riding buses so it doesn’t sound like I am missing anything. I would rather be with my buddy Mulligan.
After being at home only one day, getting used to my usual routine and catching up on my sleep
things got confusing. Mr. C and Mrs. S seemed to be packing and not unpacking from their trip. A lot of stuff was hauled out to the car in fact more than the usual amount going to the lake. But I wasn’t about to miss my ride so I said nothing and jumped right in. I barked when Mr. C missed the turn to go up north instead he turned south. I started to feel hopeful thinking maybe we were going to have a beach adventure but when he turned west that’s when I started worrying what’s ahead for me. I asked myself how can this be? You don’t suppose they’d do something awful like go back to Arizona after all our troubles last year?
Hours of being in the car, staring out the window, power napping and short stops at rest areas were tiring. But I never once whined and didn’t cause any trouble. Mrs S did her best to cheer me up with treats. She reminded me we were staying at my favorite dog friendly hotel where they’d have a treat ready for me in my room.
If indeed Arizona is our destination I will need lots of good luck to survive javelinas, coyotes and rattlesnakes.
Mrs. S’s voice woke me up from a sound sleep.
I was having just the best dream running down the beach, ears flapping in the breeze chasing birds. Seems like she thought I needed a weather report. When I heard -17 I wasted no time outside, did my business and promptly went back to my warm bed even skipping breakfast. I decided to wait for the promised warm-up before venturing back out. Just as Mrs. S was telling me Rockport’s warm temperature I fell back to sleep hoping to finish off my nice dream.
But looks like dreaming about a warm place by the sea is the closest I will get to it. Last night Mr. C and Mrs. S broke the bad news to me. They’ve found somewhere warm to go and dogs are not allowed. In fact I am being abandoned for TWO WHOLE weeks. Imagine that! Here I thought we were a team and always sticking together for adventures. I don’t think they will have a very good time exploring and visiting places without me. Mrs. S reassured me I’ll have loads of fun at Mulligan’s house as every day will be a play date.
I’m sure Mrs. S will leave her usual list of instructions: it’s a NO-NO to jump up on beds and couches, no whining allowed or begging for early breakfasts and dinners. Lucky for me my dog sitter doesn’t follow instructions very well, which is fine by me. Last time I stayed there she didn’t care for the size of my doggie bed. She thought I was hanging off the edge too much and looked uncomfortable. So I got a pillow and 2 blankets rolled up and indeed was quite comfy. And then I thought I had hit the jackpot being allowed on my dog sitter’s bed next to Mulligan. Maybe it was my sad brown eyes or my best tail wag that did the trick. And guess what we all like the same shows. I do get extra treats but still… a trip without me! What were they thinking planning this escape??
Here’s a photo of my buddy Mulligan and me. He is a mini- me, being slightly smaller. I am on the right; Mulligan is on the left. Mr. C can hardly tell us apart.
Trying to climb and jump over snow piles to explore the woods has been a winter challenge for for me, a middle-aged dog.
But you just never know when the unexpected will come your way.
I dug this frozen item out yesterday from my neighbor’s yard.
Of course Mrs. S freaked out like she usually does since I would not obey the command “Drop It!” heard many times over. I ran off with what she thought was part of a deer leg. It was clenched tightly in my jaws. I was hurrying back to the house to show Mr. C my prize. Well the last laugh was on Mrs. S. It was not a deer leg but a small loaf of frozen bread. They made a trade with me anyway. This time I got a few chicken pieces.
I hope to keep up my blogging just from a different location. I checked my bag carefully to make sure Mr. C wouldn’t forget anything. I really like my orange ball and am worried I’ll have to share. Last time I was at Mulligan’s house he chewed off a small piece.
I think when this snowman read the outdoor temperature at -31
he knew it was time to get out-of-town. Since I ‘m not hearing anything about a Florida trip I have spent much time indoors doing a lot of power napping. Finally Mrs. S gave us the all clear. It was above zero and the sun was out. Here’s how I spent the last few days trying to ignore the arctic blast of cold air.
Mr. C and I took our usual walks to the mailbox. There was not much to find. Everything was frozen.
Climbing over the snow hills proved to be a tough challenge. I was looking for the ball Mr. C threw to me.
I did check on Paul’s ice house. He was not there. I was lucky to find a fish head nearby but Mr. C was prepared with a trade. He also reminded me how sick I got one year from over indulging on the lake seafood buffet.
Often I had to stop and wait for Mrs. S. She did not seem to keep up well-always stopping to take pictures.
I had great fun running all around the lake today. I tried my best to catch up with two deer that were headed over to the island.
Now that Mr. C and Mrs. S were done skiing the lake I wondered what was next on the agenda. I did hear something about a break and a snack. Running around the lake indeed is hard work.
P.S. What fun things are you doing to survive the arctic blast?
Happy New Year to you all! So far mine has been cold, cold, and really cold.
I’ve been forced indoors for long periods of time with not much to do. It has been really boring. Lucky for me the latest copy of Modern Dog arrived.
Mrs. S has been reading me some of the articles. A couple of my favorite pages were
seeing all the winners from the 2016 photo contest. Mrs S was sure I could win this year if we sent in a picture. My choice would be wearing my cowgirl Texas outfit. My biggest fear is she’ll pick…
Mrs S thought this article was informative since I have arthritis. Maybe I can get some new kind of treatment and won’t have to use the DIY ramp Mr. C made me which by the way was NOT a very exciting Christmas present.
I especially liked the gift guide page and saw a few things that could possibly go on my wish list .
Mrs. S really liked the recipe page with delish doggie treats.
This is how my new years eve played out. We got an invite to Sadie’s house. Her owner Jenny, was real nice and brought out Sadie’s memory foam, orthopedic bed that I like so well so I could be nice and comfy. Chris had snacks for us and got our attention for raw hide bones.
We all went to our spots and had a few good chews. Later just watching Sadie and Luna wrestle exhausted me.
Notice Sadie kept close watch on her bed while I napped. I think she was worried I’d take it home.
I spent part of Christmas Eve checking NORAD on Santa’s whereabouts and following his tweets. Mrs. S put on the TV Yule log to make the waiting time go faster. I stationed myself right by the patio door thinking I’d see either Santa’s sleigh or hear his bells jingle.
Perhaps it was the warm fire from the Yule Log, the music, darkness or the quiet house but I was feeling rather sleepy. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. Much later I woke up to hear Mr. C and Mrs. S come into the house. I didn’t even know they had left. I jumped up to make a stocking check. Disappointed I let me Mr. C know we needed to go out to see if we could find Santa. We walked all around the neighborhood, searched the skies but sadly there was nothing to report.
Mrs.S and I checked Santa’s route online again and it looked like a long time before a Minnesota stop since he had just passed over Moscow. I rechecked the table to make sure Mrs. S didn’t forget to put out cookies and milk for Santa. They were still there and I resisted any nibbles. I didn’t want to miss Santa so I decided to wait under the table, a favorite nap spot of mine. I thought when he came down the chimney I’d be able to see him for sure or when he came to the table for his cookies and milk. But I got so tired from all the excitement of waiting, I fell fast asleep.
I was having some good dreams when the sound of jingle bells woke me up. I quickly moved out from under the table just in time to see a bit of red disappear up the chimney.
Quickly I got Mr. C and Mrs. S up to let them know Santa had indeed arrived. My stocking was filled but I needed some help.
Here was one beefy treat I could hardly wait to dig in.
There were some unexpected gifts I am still unsure about. My Texas outfit was a clue I was getting a trip out West which I really didn’t want. But I don’t want to be left behind. Maybe it will be more fun than last year.
And this so-called gift was a real puzzler.
Mr. C was proud of his DIY. I was annoyed when I heard what it was. I may be a middle-aged dog but I certainly don’t need a ramp to make my life easier jumping into the van. If it isn’t edible who needs it.
I hope Santa was good to you.
MERRY CHRISTMAS-See you in 2017
Here’s hoping Santa won’t hear about my latest bad thing. Guess I have to agree with Mrs. S. who says I am weak and have no self-control. I just couldn’t help myself. The smells were killing me. And I was left home alone AGAIN with nothing to do. Before I knew it one little chew led to another and then POOF ! it all disappeared.
So Jenny lost and I won and we’re afraid to tell her. Seems every year she and Bryan battle it out with the turkey wishbone. Despite her being smaller and weaker she manages to pull off a win almost every year. Mrs. S had saved the wishbone from Thanksgiving and put in a plastic bag. All evening while I was home alone AGAIN with nothing to do all I kept smelling something really good in Jenny’s Christmas bag. It was a temptation I couldn’t resist. Mr. C seemed undone and was sure I’d have to make a doctor visit. But I proved them wrong and after three days I’m still here and feeling fine just a bit embarrassed.The wishbone challenge was set for Christmas Eve until I blew it.
Here’s what Wishbone Challenge might have looked like.
So I have been trying to be real good the past three days hoping one bad thing won’t ruin my chance to have Santa make a stop.
Mrs. S and I signed up to follow Santa and his reindeer tweets LIVE Christmas Eve. You can get their tweets too by https://twitter.com/officialsanta?lang=en
and also keep track of Santa’s route on NORAD. The Santa tracking starts at 2:01 a.m. EST on Dec. 24 with video of all those at the North Pole making their preparations. NORAD’s Santa Cams will stream video on the website to show the sleigh making its stops.
Starting at 6 a.m. EST, trackers worldwide can speak with a live phone operator to inquire as to Santa’s whereabouts by sending an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Any time on Dec. 24, Windows Phone users can ask Cortana for Santa’s location, and OnStar subscribers can press the OnStar button in their vehicles to locate Santa.
How fun is that!
Mrs. S has just the best friends who remember me with Christmas treats. Lucky the Sullivans had not heard about my latest bad thing eating the wishbone. This gift got my complete undivided attention.
Wishing you a Pawsome Christmas and a Yappy New Year!
My stocking has been hung by the chimney with care
and my list was mailed well in advance.
But sadly, I am not too hopeful since lately I seem to have been bad. In fact I’m probably crossed off Santa’s good list by now. I guess my voracious appetite finally got the best of me again. But to be fair Mrs. S is partly to blame. After all, you’d think she would have remembered back a few years ago when she left tempting treats out unattended. Here’s how all that went down. At least this is what I could make of the story in between her screams.
Mrs. S had spent a bit of time making party favors for a luncheon. Inside each small Christmas paper was stapled a small plastic bag filled with seven foil wrapped Hershey Kisses. She had put the twenty-four party favors in a grocery bag in the back room, but forgot to close the door. That was her first mistake. Mrs. S left the house. That was her second mistake. The smell of chocolate went right to my nose. It was at that point I lost control. I just couldn’t help myself and stop at just one. Do the math. I devoured over 140 foiled wrapped chocolate kisses. Then I got real sick.
Yesterday even though I was tempted, I resisted and did not eat one of Mrs. S’s yummy looking treats.
I spent a lot of time gnawing on this humongous bone, an early Christmas gift from my BFF Deb.
After what seemed like a very long time I was worn out battling this monster of a bone. I needed a break and took a nap.
And that’s where my badness came in. I awoke from my nap and was surprised to find the house real quiet and no cooking smells from the kitchen. It was then I realized I was home alone! After what seemed a very long time boredom set in. Looking around for something to do (my jaw was plain tired after all my gnawing and chewing) I spied something red and furry with a familiar smell of chocolate on the floor.
I couldn’t help myself and dug right in.
You’d think Mrs. S would have learned her lesson. It’s her fault again leaving the door open to a room I’m not allowed in. This year Mrs. S made party favors for a group dinner. Because of my badness now several socks have been chewed on but I used some self-control. I ate only a few pieces of chocolate and luckily did not get sick. Still Mrs. S is not too happy with me.
So now I’m in the countdown and hoping Santa doesn’t find out about my latest bad thing. To make Mrs. S happy I’m wearing another new festive headpiece without one complaint.
My stocking has been hung by the chimney with care and Mrs. S is in her usual frenzy baking away. Too bad I’ve been feeling a little sick the past few days. I do not have much of an appetite. Perhaps I may have overdone the feasting thing out in the woods.
It all started out with my usual walk to the mailbox. I got sidetracked when several new smells filled the air. Even with snow cover I managed to dig out a buffet bonanza right along the road near my neighbor’s yard. Deer parts were everywhere. By the time we got home Mr. C was forced to make several trades with me. Lucky they still had leftover turkey which works for me. Soon after our walk we left the lake for the cities. With only 20 minutes left in the trip I started to feel real sick. I tried to let Mr. C know he should stop but it seemed like he was ignoring me. With no warning I moved up toward the front seat from the back of the van and very neatly I must say threw up in the center console, filling it up to the brim. Poor Mr. C had to clean it up. He was not too happy. I went to bed. I had a bad tummy ache. Note he did do a good job cleaning it up though Mrs S says she’s not sure about riding in the van again.
Since I am starting to feel better Mrs. S thinks we should work on my Christmas list. She found this fancy white mailbox at a store nearby that says Santa Letters Only. If you remember last year I only had two things on my list: camouflage backpack like Sadies and a memory foam orthopedic bed. I was lucky and got the bed and a bag almost like Sadies for our trip out West. This year I am getting my list in early as I think that helps. One thing I’m not wishing for is a trip out West. I had way too many problems there. Actually a trip to the beach sounds good to me. Perhaps I’ll add it to my list but not sure if Santa will think me too greedy.
It snowed again but not 16 inches like a few weeks ago. Now that I am in the cities on leash I do not get into as much trouble. I’m more well-behaved. Lucky for me Mr. C takes me every day to the dog park so I can run free and play. It’s easy to forget I’m a middle-aged dog when I’m there.
Mrs. S is having a party and thinks I should be dressed up for the company. What do you think?