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6/11/13 Chillin’ by the Pool

Today, Jamie officially opened his swimming pool.  His friend Paul came over with his mom, Donna.  I have to say, I was on my best, “company” behavior and was rewarded with lots of petting and treats!  I hardly jumped on anybody.  Laurel is going to be proud tomorrow.

For the first part of the afternoon, I stayed near the pool and kept a close eye on the boys while they splashed around and made lots of noise.  At first, I was uneasy, but gradually I realized they were safe and could handle things OK.  Mom said I looked like “Maggie the Lifeguard” watching them, and all I needed was a whistle around my neck and sunblock on my nose to complete the picture.

Once I figured out that the kids were doing fine, I decided to take a break from the heat myself.  Mom had popped up a big umbrella, and Donna unfolded some lawn chairs, so I trotted over to the shady spot between them.  I lay down so that I was halfway under Mom’s chair, and she could reach down and rub my belly, and I slept like that for the rest of the afternoon.  This swimming pool stuff may not be such a bad thing!  I think I kind of like it.

6/10/13 Swimming Pools and Shag Carpets

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I talk a lot about the backyard, because it’s important to me.  It’s important to the humans, too, and it just got a whole lot more important, because they bought a swimming pool.  Now, the way the backyard is set up, you can’t do any real digging in it close to the house, except for a couple of bones, because Dad says all the gas and electric stuff is under the grass there.  So they bought the kind you have to take down every year.  Jamie is so excited; he’s been after Dad for years about this, from what I heard Mom saying.  Naturally, I helped out by sitting in the middle of the liner, snatching all the tools and running away with them, licking Dad’s face when he was sitting on the ground trying to install the legs; that sort of thing.  I like to be helpful.  I know they appreciated my efforts, because they kept shouting my name.

However, I couldn’t help them all the time, and when they weren’t looking, I was busy with my crate.  See, Dad sells “home improvements” and is pretty good at it, which Mom thinks is funny because Dad says he really can’t fix anything, but he’s good at telling people what to do.  Although he did a good job on the pool.  Anyway, Dad had taken two old carpet samples from his work that they were going to throw away, and put them under my fleece crate liner.  I didn’t like them.  I dragged out the crate liner, and set that aside.  Then, I attacked the carpet samples.  I wiggled them out one at a time and began to chew, and chew, and chew until they were just a loose pile of remnants on the floor.  When Mom came in and saw my proud pile of shreds, she couldn’t believe it.  “It’s a whole new meaning to shag carpet!” she said.  Dad just laughed and said, “It wasn’t our best seller, anyway!”

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6/7/13 Hot Dog!

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I like to do everything in a big way.  That’s just the kind of dog I am.  You always know where you stand with me.  When I like you, I’m going to put my paws on your shoulders (or, at least try to reach your shoulders) and give you a slobbery kiss.  If I don’t like you…then, not so much.  But I haven’t met anyone I don’t like yet.

My “go big or go home” approach applies to playing Fetch, too, as well as chewing on sticks.  The tree in our backyard provides me with a lot of sticks to choose from, but personally, I prefer big branches that I can really sink my teeth into.  I guess people are kind of the same way.  They like a project they can really work on, something worth their time.  When I have a nice big branch to play with, I’ll be busy in the backyard for quite a while.  When I get tired, I’ll just lie around and bask in the sun.

And I am doing a lot of lying around in the yard.  Today is the first day of Summer Vacation.  Jamie is out of school and we are all home, except for Dad, who still has to work.  I love it because there is no rushing around to get out of the house in the morning!  No early rides to and from school or quick shoves into the crate.

However, all this lying around today, and that extra-large branch I was occupied with, caused me to stay out in the yard and get a sunburn.  Yes, a sunburn, who knew?  White dogs with light skin can burn in the sun and now I have a pinkish snout and face, and feel quite warm to the touch.  Not much I can do about it except for drink a lot of water and stay in the shade.  I’m a real Hot Dog!