Seventeen days since I last posted?

Wow. Sorry about that.

I've been feeling pretty lazy lately. Even though it hasn't been a hot summer, I'm kicking back, not doing much. Going for my daily walks (or crawls...feeling my age lately), snoozing on the nice, cool floor, stealing things from the garbage, eating goose poo and toilet paper rolls. Nothing new or exciting.

I did get a new collar on Friday. Frankly, it really pissed me off at first. It goes around my snout, to give the human pain-free (for me) power steering, and to protect my neck and back from corrections (as if I, innocent, sweet German shepherd that I am, would ever need correcting). At first, I despised it. Tried to get it off, thrashed around like a trout. However, it quickly became apparent that whenever I showed signs of accepting it and behaving, I received a piece of kibble. So I behave more often now. I even let a cyclist go by me on the sidewalk without attempting to murder him on Saturday (and received a yummy kibble in return).

More soon. Gotta rest my weary bones. I hurt lately - human and vet are trying to figure out why.

Memo

To: Chipmunks
From: Storm
Date: July 7, 2009
Subject: Recommendation/solution

Over the years, I have seen many examples which lead me to conclude that you are, as a species, prone to both daredevil-like behaviour and suicidal tendencies. You run out onto the road in front of cars, timing it so that the hapless driver has no chance to stop, thus ensuring a quick and effective end to your lives. You repeatedly dart across paths, tails raised, squeaking, taunting me and daring me to catch you.

Today, however, one of your kind exhibited truly unique and, in my estimation, brilliant behaviour when he literally jumped directly into my mouth.

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

He has now died, and gone to heaven.

So, chipmunks everywhere, if you're feeling blue, suicidal, or thinking you'd like to become the Evil Knievel of the rodent world, I strongly suggest more of you use the method employed by the chipmunk noted above.

I peed on a bale of hay tonight.

That was new.

Great hike at Bronte tonight.

Sniffed, explored - and peed on - my world.

Life is good.

It's been a busy few days since I posted last.

Later that evening - I think it was Tuesday - Eli and Zac showed up at the den. About half an hour after that, there was a knock on the door. I was already ecstatic, and wondered, who else could be coming to visit the den?

OMG.

O.M.G.

It was ADAM!!!!! (and Nikki, who I also love).

My favourite human ever was there! I haven't seen him since Christmas. God, was I happy - it was difficult to fully express my joy. I pasted my ears to my head, wiggled every possible part of my body, brought gifts. Just so happy.

They all barbequed. I begged, got attention, you know, the usual.

The next day wasn't as fun. The human cut me while she was trimming my nails. I bled for about 45 minutes. Oblivious to this, I continued to move freely around the house, on the beige carpets. She finally managed to stop me and forced me to lie down while holding pressure on my nail and expressing a good deal of regret and guilt. I did my best to show her that I really didn't hold it against her.

Once I stopped bleeding, we met Cosie and Diane at Bronte and hiked a new area. Plenty of new smells to investigate with my BFF.

I was a bit sore and slow yesterday - not sure if it's my nail or arthritis. The weather has been rainy, so it could be my bones.