Thursday, 14 July 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

I'm So Excited!!

This is me sitting on the kid's booster seat.
I love to sit here so I can see out the window better.
 
I'm so excited! I have THREE reasons for being excited today. 
 
I just heard that it's tomorrow that you're coming home and I get to go to the ferry to pick you up! I love riding in the car. Sharon almost always takes me with her.
 
I also heard that I'm going have a bath tomorrow, so I will be really, really white again. I think that you think I don't care, but I do want you to be proud of me. Sharon says you will be! We'll be there to pick you up and Auntie Marilyn will be with you and Fred too (is he my uncle?). Then we will be going to our house! I love to bark at the people on the path and watch for squirrels. Is there a chance I can get on the couch to look out the window again?
 
This is me after my last bath

 Another reason I'm excited today is that the kids are here! I love it when they come. Sometimes they stay overnight and I sleep with them! Last night they didn't come, but they're here now and I love that.
 
Another reason I'm excited, is that Big Abby from next door is coming HERE to stay. She's coming TODAY! We already brought her food over, and later we're going over to get her bed and her dishes. I love big Abby. Here is a picture of me playing with her. 
 
I love playing with Big Abby
 
So can you see why I'm so excited??!!!
 
I have been wanting to tell you some more about my visit at Sharon's. Don't say anything, but Sharon doesn't offer me the laptop very much. It seems like she's always on it and I don't get a chance. But today I just needed to insist on telling my stories. 
 
I've got a good one about Cyrus. Do you remember him? He's Joan and Larry's B-I-G dog.  Cyrus is such a great dog. He thinks I am too! 
 
So one day they came to visit. We ended up going over to Big Abby's house through the gate in the fence. So much fun being with Big Abby AND Cyrus at the same time. Joan went to look at their big fish pond, and then we heard her yelling.
 
We all went and looked, and there was Cyrus swimming in the fish pond! You would not have believed it! Joan and Larry were excited I guess, because they kept yelling at him. He was really splashing in the water. Sharon pulled him out by his collar and then he shook all over everyone and got them wet. Ha ha. That was really funny because they were all trying to get away from him.
 
But I was thinking about it. At his house, Cyrus has just a little fish pond. Here is a picture of Cyrus beside his fish pond. 
 
This is Cyrus sitting in front of his fish pond
 
If YOU wanted to swim in a fish pond, would
you rather swim in that one, or the one just below?? 
 
I would rather go in this one, and so did Cyrus.

That was just so funny!

Let's see.Oh ya. Stefan came to watch movies with Sharon one time, and she stayed here overnight. I think she secretly does not like to drive after dark.

I love it when Stefan comes. She's one of my best friends.I always put her hand in my mouth and lick her and lick her. Sharon always keeps her bedroom door closed and if I knock on it, she tells me to go back to my bed. But Stefan lets me come in and sleep with her! Here's a picture.

Here I am in bed with Stefan

Sharon went somewhere and took a picture of a dog wearing a shirt that says "Cats Suck". What kind of dog would ever think that? It can't be a very nice dog. I LOVE cats!

Here is a picture of that dog

I love that I can just walk out onto the deck. But in the morning and at night Sharon makes me go on the grass. Yuk. I only go on the grass if I really want to go to Big Abby's. She actually PUTS THE LEASH on me and makes me go to the grass. She won't let me go in until I poop and pee. Then I do, so I can get off of that grass and back to the deck. I thought you should know. 

I bet you can tell that I've had a pretty good time.

So you see - you really don't need to go far away (as some people do) to have a good time. 

So excited!! Soon we'll be home together!





 
 




 




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