Oh hah hah, really funny. Why don't you put some flowery underwear on my head while I'm innocently resting on the forbidden bed after a long, hard, and exhausting weekend? And then, after you do that, I think you should definitely try to blame it all on me, as if I would ever, voluntarily put a pair of seriously dorky underwear on my head. Frankly, I think the person who owns those underwear, should, in the future, consider the consequences of taking a picture of it. I'm sure that she didn't expect that I would post her underwear on the internet for all the world to see or she would have picked a much more respectable pair.
So, I'm back. It's been a while since I have had the time in my busy schedule to post a blog, but now that life is settling down, I can update you all on important things.
First of all, we moved to a new neighborhood with lots of new smells and interesting animals. I have discovered that vines are a great place to sniff out critters and I would spend the majority of my time in one particular patch of vines if my parents would just stop it with the whole dragging me out by my leash thing. At least they had the good sense to get me a harness, so that I don't choke to death, although being on a harness definitely moves me further into the realm of the not-so-cool and slightly reminds me of the hotdog costume. My Dad says it's my S&M look. I'm not sure that's the look I'm really going for.
After we moved, I got to spend several glorious weeks with my Grandma and Grandpa on the farm, where I got to eat lots of leftover people food on top of my dog food and run around the back yard and bark at squirrels all day long every day. Being on the farm is the life, so when my Uncle Will came by and took me back to Dallas, I showed my disapproval, by expressing my anal glands very violently in the back of his car. Then I did it several more times on my parents' couch as soon as I got home. Unfortunately, that got me a nice trip to the vet, but it was worth it to be able to express...no pun intended...my emotions about the whole coming back home and being left by myself for 8 hours a day situation.
The good news is that there is a dog park here and we went the other day. I was pretty tired, because we had some people over the night before and one guy gave me about two hamburgers and the people were making a ruckus playing some game where they jump up and down and wave their hands in the air and try to guess who each other are without talking. It was so stupid and very disruptive for those of us who would have liked to have gotten some sleep. But, the guy who kept feeding me hamburgers rocked and the next time we go to the dog park, I will be more into it. The only thing I'm a little worried about with the dog park is that there is a fenced in water area for dogs who like to swim. I don't like to swim, but my Dad can't seem to accept this fact and thinks it's really funny to throw me into pools and such, so I'm a little concerned that he will get the genius idea (like the undies) to throw me in and laugh at my frantic swimming to shore. If he does that, I'll just make sure to pee on his guitar.
So, that's the latest in my life. Peace out. Buster.
