Where? There!

Mom and I have made up a great game together.  It's called "Where's Henry?"  Here is how it goes.

Anytime she leaves the house and the weather outside is comfortable to me, Mom opens the window in our bedroom.  It overlooks the parking lot so if I feel like watching stuff I can just hop up and look out.  That's fun.  Well, every time she goes, she stops when she gets to the parking lot, and looks back to tell me goodbye.  I'm always at the window, watching her go...I wish she never had to go.

But then comes the great part!  When she comes back, she knows I'm sleeping really hard, so she calls out: "Where's Henry?"  Sometimes it takes me a minute to hear her, get up, and stretch, but then I do, and I hop up in the window.  The minute we see each other she exclaims, "There's Henry!"  And we both win the game!

It's one of the most fun things we do.  It almost makes me mind her leaving less, because I know we're going to get to play the game when she comes back!

Miss USA

I miss Harley. And my Oma. And my aunt Manda. I don't remember home being this boring, but there's nothing to do. Mom did put a bone down for me, but I don't care. I want Harley to want it so I can steal it. What am I supposed to watch here?

On The Road Again

Mom and I are on an adventure!  We are in a place called Illenoy.  It smells a lot the same as home, although I can't figure out where they keep their duck pond.

This is the first big trip I've taken with Mom.  The last one I took was from the shelter in Tennessee where my old family brought me, to the shelter in Ann Arbor where Mom came and got me.  I didn't really like that trip.  There were lots of other dogs and cats with me, and there wasn't any fun.

This trip is GREAT so far, though.  My friend Kathy came and got us pretty early in the morning and then we spent ages and ages in the car (although when we got to Illenoy it was still morning - okay, so maybe the trip wasn't that long...but it sure felt like it).  Sometimes I sniffed out the windows, but I liked the way that Kathy drove, so mostly I just lay down and went to sleep.  We stopped a couple of times and I liked stretching my legs and declaring ownership of new and really interesting places, but I didn't mind getting right back in the car when I was done.

Now we are in Aunt Barbara's house, and I like it here very much.  Mom brought my Blankey, my Bone, and my very own bowls, and put them around her bed just like we have them at home, so I know just where I belong.  We went for a walk tonight and even though Mom didn't put the leash on me, I knew just where to walk (I think the street is very interesting but she prefers that I stay on the sidewalk, so I usually try to humor her); and when it was time to turn around, I knew just where to go.  In fact I ran ahead and was waiting for her in the garage, laughing because she's so much slower on her two long legs than I am on my four short ones.  She didn't mind that I was laughing, though.  She hugged me and rubbed me and reminded me that she knows that I am a Good Boy.  Now we are upstairs and we are both very tired and ready for bed.  I like taking trips.  I wonder when the next one will be?

Sometimes You Do Things Just Because You Can

In my old life, I used to hunt things.  When we're out on our walks I point for Mom, the interesting stuff that she might want to shoot; but she never does.  (I'm kind of glad, because I don't like sudden loud noises.)  I don't bark at little things but I love to watch them move, and if I see a squirrel in a tree I put my front paws up on the tree and watch intently until it disappears.

I don't mind not hunting any more but I still like to do it sometimes, and I've found something I can catch all the time and it doesn't bother either me or Mom: butterflies.  I love chasing butterflies!  And they like me too, because they're always fluttering around me.  I don't hunt every one I see because I like them.  They're pretty.

When I'm ready to hunt, though, I'll point, and then I'll chase it.  I get so excited I almost bounce when I run!  And then when I catch it I put my nose to its back and push it to the ground.  I push it very gently because even though I'm hunting it, I don't want to kill it or anything.  And then, once it's fluttering between the grass and my nose, I'm done and I run off again, usually to stare at the ducks in the pond.  I love being good at hunting!  And hunting butterflies is way more fun than the kind I used to do.

Meaning-full eyes

I made a new friend today.  Her name is Michelle.  I fell in love with her.  I plan to ask her to marry me when I grow up.  I loved sitting in her lap and watching her and her hands tasted very interesting and it was fun taking a walk with her.  

She said an interesting thing that I didn't understand, though.  She said that I made very good eye contact.  What does that mean?  I never once touched my eyes to hers, although I did look at them a lot, because they're a different color from Mom's and I thought it was cool.  But I never touched them.  Or Mom's either.  Maybe I should have.  Maybe that's one of those things where someone tells me "good boy" even though I haven't done the thing yet.  Maybe I'll try it next time and see what it's like.  If it gets me even more hugs, I'll make lots and lots and lots of eye contact.

Priorities

Tonight Mom was having some more turkey tacos.  (I'm very glad about it.  Maybe she will have them every day, like I have dog food every day.  What could be better than turkey tacos?  Except for maybe my dog food.  That's pretty tasty stuff.)  She doesn't give me food from her plate but sometimes she'll set stuff on the ground for me to eat.  Sometimes it's yucky stuff like peas or ice.  Sometimes it's amazing stuff like turkey or hamsicles.  Today it was turkey.  Once she set some down and I was on the other side of the table from it.  It's kind of a little table, littler than me.  But I LOVE turkey and you know the fastest way to get to what you want is a straight line; so, I walked right under the table.  I sort of lifted it up on my back like an elephant with a rider, but I didn't notice until after I was done with the turkey...yum.

Turkey Tacos

Mom let my friend Dustin come over for dinner tonight.  We had turkey tacos.  Well, they had the taco part.  All I really wanted was the turkey part.  YUM.  You know what else is tasty?  That greasy spot on the sidewalk.  I love to lick it.  I don't know why Mom tells me "no" every time I do.  She should try it.  Then she wouldn't fuss any more, I bet.