This is Rigby reporting from the field. Okay, it’s actually out east…and technically, Sister is posting this from the town Library (where dogs are not allowed—obviously the Board of Trustees never met a dog such as me)…but otherwise, here I am! Here’s what’s been going on:
Overlooking the back yard. |
And what a night it turned out to be. I had no idea what to do! Should I chew on my toys? Should I steal shoes? Should I howl at passing school buses? Should I just take a nap; and if so, where? I ended up spending most of the night pacing from the first floor to the basement, on Sister’s bed and off, taking short naps in between. Needless to say, it was not a restful night for me (apparently my family couldn’t sleep either—not sure why, but I noticed that they kept giving me sleepy dirty looks while they ate breakfast and I napped on my pillow).
Yesterday, I helped Pa with the plumbing in the kitchen. Now, I’m not sure if everyone knows this, but Golden Retrievers absolutely love plumbing. I mean, what could be better? You spend your entire time laying on your back under the sink (where nice tasty things fall and are forgotten about), there are lots and lots of mouth size tools and pipes to carry off, and there is always the chance that you might get sprayed with water (or even better, the human you’re helping might get sprayed). Anyway, Pa really appreciated the help I provided (go ahead, ask him!) especially when he decided to test out the dish washer.
I won’t say I was afraid of the dish washer. No, I was merely voicing my concern regarding how it sounded kind of like there was a giant angry bear stuck in there that really wanted to get out. Basically, I was protecting Pa by acting crazy and demanding to go outside…like NOW!
I guess Pa got the message because shortly after going outside (and after I ran back and forth on my leash trying to warn the neighbors about the giant grizzly bear in the dish washer) he suggested that he, Sister, and I go check out the dog park in the next town over. I was all too eager to jump in the car and flee, but I found it troubling that Ma decided to stay back at the house. “So sad,” I thought, “I kind of liked Ma. Too bad she’s going to be eaten by that bear.”
Sandy, Tootsie, and me! |
Hanging with Tootsie. |
Boxing! |
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