Last night was weird - on one hand, wonderful, on the other hand, very confusing and stressful.

Human and I went for a nice after-dinner walk, the routine intact, my world was as I expect it to be. We hung out for awhile in the park across the street - she sat on a big tree stump while I laid in the grass and observed the world.

Then a big truck pulled into our driveway. She got all excited and said those magic words.

"Where's Adam????"

ADAM???

WTF?

ADAM IS OVER THERE?

Suddenly, I was a Mexican jumping bean, unable to keep my ass still or my feet on the ground, arthritis and hip displaysia forgotten as I bounded across the street.

Where I found Adam!

I went out of my mind with joy. His friend Jeff was there too. I also love Jeff.

Seems like a utopian night for a Boo, right?

Not so much.

Next thing I know, I'm attached to my human with a leash around her waist, and Adam and Jeff were hauling furniture and boxes out of the basement, from the upstairs area, into that truck.

I was so confused.

I panted, cried, paced, tried to stay as close to them as possible to supervise and attempt to decode their behaviour.

Oh, sure, they gave me occasional pats on the head etc. to reassure me. It didn't work - I immediatelly returned to panting.

The activity ended, and suddenly, after a brief goodbye, Adam and Jeff were gone.

I sniffed the house, trying to find them.

Then laid down and cried a bit.

And crashed like a stone.

Emotionally exhausted.

Very sore this morning. Ugh. I was limping, had to walk super slowly and stopped a few times just to rest and sniff the air.

Getting older has some benefits, but few of them are physical.

Ah, geese.

You produce such delicious poo.

I choked on my kibble this morning.

Not the usual "suck in too much kibble/hork it out onto the floor/eat it off the floor" stunt I like to pull.

I seriously choked.

Each meal is so exciting, you know? I can't stop inhaling all the delicious food.

Next thing I know, I'm gasping for air, trying desperately to dislodge the kibble.

The human rushed over, wrapped her arms around my belly under my ribs, and did something with her fists, but it didn't help. I was still choking.

She grabbed my face, pried my jaw open, shoved her hand in and expelled some kibble.

Much to our relief, it worked.

I stopped choking.

And proceeded to continue to inhale my yummy breakfast.

We went to Kincardine yesterday, leaving super early at 6:30 am. I slept most of the way - except for the part where the human was singing Christmas carols and gazing at me. Oh, man. I gave her my best "are you a complete retard?" look, but it didn't stop her. Next thing I knew, she was laughing and telling me how cute I was. I gave up, and joined her, sitting up and barking along while she sang.

After we left the car at the dealership, we walked to the house. Too long for me. I slowed down a lot after about 30 minutes, hips and back hurting. I could tell the human felt badly. She matched my pace, let me decide how fast or slow we would go, let me take little rests to sniff the air. Despite my discomfort, I ran gleefully across the big lawn when we got to grandma and grandpa's house. Grandpa and Piper were home - had a great visit, spent the whole day outside.

Piper was humping me.

WTF?

I didn't kill him, because he's family.

But, still...wtf???

I realized this morning that my body has an embarrassing Pavolvian response to certain things my human says.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot avoid licking my chops whenever she says the following:

"Let's go have breakfast!" (she said this twice this morning to test the theory, and, indeed, I licked my lips both times)

"Are you hungry?"

"Mmmmm peanut butter"

"Who wants a peanut butter kong?"

"Treaty ball!"

"Who wants...DINNER???" (along with the lip licking, I dance to this one)

What else....

"Squirrel!"

"Who wants a bickie?"

"Treat!"