Ball-Napping

My favorite ball has gone missing.  Some time ago, Daddy hid it under a sofa cushion so I thought it was still there and needed to be rescued.   I had to throw all the cushions off and move all the pieces around just in case it had fallen between them.  The ball wasn’t there.

There are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood and I think it’s been ball-napped by one of them.  I checked the dog food closet and there are plenty of dog biscuits so I’m ready for the ransom demand.

Tobermory

Let Them Eat Cake

I’m now 3 human years.  Not many people know this, but 3 is a very important age for a fish retriever.  Mummy says it’s when we become mature and sensible.  Talisker told me that means I can’t jump on humans when they come into our kennel and I have to be less talkative.  Humans greet friends by looking each other in the eye and hugging so why can’t I do it too?  I pointed out that he does it, but he claims that he just balances on his hind legs and shakes hands which for some reason they seem to find cute.  I’m a heart on my fur kind of dog and believe in hugging the humans I love when they come to visit and what’s so wrong with enthusiastically vocalizing that love?

In the past, I’ve had lots of my friends over to celebrate my Birthday.  This time Mummy said we no longer have a large enough area of green stuff outside so only Truman, Olive and Sparky were allowed to come.  As ever, Mummy made me a cake.  She makes really good cakes.  They have the orange vegetables that rabbits like, bee juice and squashed peanuts in them, topped with cheese from small human kennels.  I’ve heard my humans say that many human generations ago a very prominent human is famous for saying “let them eat cake.”   If there’s cake to be had, I’m definitely eating it.

Tobermory

Shaky Ground

I’m sure all of you who follow our adventures have realized by now that our humans are particularly dedicated to their pursuit of good falling over juice.  When they find one, they tell all their friends and get together to buy a lot so that they don’t have to pay as much green stuff as humans who buy it one bottle at a time.

Recently, our humans had to collect a lot of falling over juice from one of our favorite falling over juice kennels in Sonoma, Nicholson Ranch.  There was too much to fit in Daddy’s motorized dog carrier so we borrowed their friend’s with no cover on the trunk.  When we retrieved it, he said to us “don’t go near Napa”.  I didn’t really understand this until we heard on the talking box on the way that there had been shaky ground that morning and the box was telling humans not to go there unless they had to.  Kennels had fallen over and lights and moving picture frames on the wall inside lots of kennels wouldn’t work.  Our humans are very serious about collecting falling over juice and shaky ground wasn’t going to frighten them away.

 

Supervising the collection of falling over juice is really hard work.  This time, all the humans who got frightened by their talking boxes weren’t out in their motorized dog carriers so we got home really quickly.  The talking on box completely failed to warn us about shaky ground interfering with nap time.

Talisker