Monday, August 24, 2009

I was at my devious, intelligent best at grandma and grandpa's this weekend.

After dinner, while they were all relaxing inside the house, Piper and I sniffed the recently used bbq. It smelled amazing. We licked a few of the utensils. He appeared to be satisfied with that. I wanted more.

More, more, more more.

My superior intelligence enabled me to remove the dripping pan from below the bbq. This pan catches fat and meat juices. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (along with a lot of charcoal and black stuff).

I carried the pan away from the bbq and ate every last bit of the black stuff inside it.

They eventually busted me, but I had already consumed the contents of the drip pan, so, whatever.

The barfing started around 11pm. First I barfed on the carpet (grandma wasn't too pleased that I puked charcoal all over her beige carpet). Then I barfed on the floor. Then on Piper's dog bed.

I continued to barf on Sunday, and some more early this morning.

Lesli worked at home with me today so she could make sure I was ok. She figured all was fine - my body was rejecting the crap I shoved into it, just as it should - but she wanted to watch me just in case (and clean her carpets immediately after I barfed on them).

Apparently, she doesn't want our beige carpet to have black splotches on it.

I don't see what the big deal is.

Anyway, I've been barf-free since around 10:30 this morning.

Would I do it again?


Sunday, August 16, 2009

(insert your favourite circus or late show announcer voice here)

And now, for today's gastronomical adventure...

Today I tried to eat (drum roll please)...

A wasp.

That's right, the yellow backed, flying, stinging little bastard got in the way of my mouth as I was going down for a "must get this damned Gentle Leader off my face" roll. So I tried to eat it.

Jesus, was that a mistake.

I tried to spit it out.

Not so easy.

It thrashed around in there, buzzing and causing all sorts of trouble until I eventually expelled it from my mouth (while the human tried to pry my mouth open, concerned by the ridiculous and never-before-seen behaviour I was exhibiting).

Won't be trying wasp anytime again soon.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Tried eating an acorn today. Not so tasty.

Friday, August 14, 2009

What a surprise for me this morning - the human's friend gave me a birthday gift - a big rawhide bone!

I had to shake a paw, other paw, then give the human a kiss this morning. I knew I was working for something and, as soon as I completed the tasks successfully, she handed me a package. I proceeded to open it - able to smell the rawhide through the wrapping and so excited.

Once it was revealed, I carried it around the house for awhile, crying, trying to figure out what exactly I must do with it.

There was really only ever one option.

It must be buried.

But where?

I searched inside the house but found no suitable burial locations.

So I moved my search outside, dropping the rawhide at the doorway to wait while I looked.

The suitable burial spot has still not been located.

I'm resting now, preparing to head back out to continue the search later today.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

We had a really nice walk last night.

The day was very hot, but the evening cooled down just enough to make it a perfect summer night.

We started off for our usual trek along the lake, walking slowly over to the park and skirting the shoreline, looking for squirrels and groundhogs and any other potential meals in the form of small mammals.

Near Burloak, we climbed down to the rocks and started to walk along those. I sniffed for voles, the human just looked around.

When we reached our "favourite" rock, she sat down. I stood for a minute, then joined her, sitting with my back up against her side while I sniffed the air. I eventually gave in and laid down on the rock beside her, continuing to sniff the air and keep my eye on the area surrounding us. Ducks swam by, gulls flew over head, a few geese went by.

Quite a nice way to spend an evening.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Another birthday is almost over.

My 9th was a hot one, filled with amazing raw stewing beef for dinner, a kibble-filled cupcake, a swim in the lake (followed by a birthday bath) and a close call with a groundhog.

It's over 40 degrees with the humidex, and when we walked outside it felt like walking into a bowl of soup. My swim was extra special since it was so hot. In addition, there was a delectable flock of geese very near to the shore. I considered going after them, and began to swim in their direction; however, midway through I reconsidered given the amount of energy it would have taken to catch them and returned to shore.

Happily, there was no "happy birthday to Boo" song this year.

At nine, she is finally showing me some respect.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Today I got to see where my human goes during the week.

First, we went through the Second Cup drive though on the way to work, like she does every morning. She got a cafe mocha. I got a dog treat. We continued on to her office, which is in an old house in Hamilton. I was pretty excited - always fun going to new places. We parked, I sniffed the front porch, and then we went in. She showed me around - I checked out all the offices, the kitchen and the bathroom. I also conducted a thorough investigation of all garbage cans. Some were disappointing, but one or two proved to be fruitful.

I played with my treaty ball for awhile, had a snooze, went for a nice walk on the grounds surrounding her office, sat in the shade under a big tree and generally had an interesting morning.
There are tons of squirrels and chipmunks at her work. She's so lucky. If I worked there, I know for sure I'd NEVER get any work done (unless you consider ridding the premises of rodents work - then I'd be a super effective worker).

Think I'll have another sleep now.