The Girl came back...

(Note from The Girl: Grrrrr. We wrote this post yesterday, and thought that it had published! Just now, I found out that it didn't. Sorry, PuppyBoy!)



Wroooooooo!!!! The Girl came home! She picked me up at Nanny and Papa's house on Thursday night. When she let herself in, I woofed at her, like she was some stranger, BOL! Then I roared around the corner and just about wagged my tail off, I was so happy!


The Girl didn't stay long, because the Roomie was waiting in the car. Once we got home, I remembered that I was MAD at her because she had ABANDONED me. I ignored her the rest of the evening, and then stayed in my doggie bed ALL NIGHT (instead of joining her in the Big Bed for the second half of the night). I wouldn't tell her ANYTHING about my stay with Nanny and Papa.


There are no pictures, either, because The Girl took the camera with her to Vancouver. Don't you think that she would rather have pictures of what I was doing while I was ABANDONED rather than pictures of Great Big Sea? (That's her favourite band, by the way.)


So, since there are no pictures of my actual visit, here are some from previous ones:





Even though I'm staying mum about what I did, The Girl knows that at some point, I went Upside Down. Nanny is a very good belly scratcher.






I also like to lie like this on their couch. It's got this great bumpy thing with the cushions, and it makes a great chin rest.







This is the backyard at Nanny and Papa's house. They put the fence up just for me, you know.







And, at some point, I probably went Upside Down again. That couch is the best!




So I'm not telling what happened, but Nanny had to tell her something. I've never been ABANDONED anywhere but at home with the Roomie before. So I was a little sad when she left.


(The Girl here. No doubt the treat fest started the minute I was out the door. Nanny gives him really tasty treats.)


I didn't want to sleep in my doggie bed, even though The Girl had brought it over with me. I wanted to sleep with Nanny, but she said I am too noisy. I don't know what she's talking about. I just wanted to sleep!


(The Girl again. Dannan truly is the noisiest sleeping dog I have ever encountered. He moans and groans. And groans and moans. Then when he's dreaming, he puffs his cheeks in and out and in and out. Then he barks, kind of a muffled bark because he keeps his mouth closed and it kind of comes from his throat. Sometimes, he growls. I always wonder what he dreams about. Anyway, the point is, he's noisy. My Mom is a very light sleeper, so she didn't want him waking her up all night just as she got to sleep. And then, of course, halfway through the night he'd decide he was cold and jump up on her bed to cuddle up and get warm.)


So Nanny said that I could sleep wherever I wanted, even on the couch! (At home, I get locked in the bedroom with The Girl. She says it's so the cats can have some peace.) I stayed up with my Papa while he watched late night t.v. When he was ready for bed, he didn't want to turn the light off in case it woke me up, so he left it on.


Nanny got up not long after that and thought that I was cold. So she wrapped me up in a fleece blankie, and I just cuddled down on the couch. I never, ever let The Girl put covers on me! But I let my Nanny!


The next day, I got to chase a CAT in Nanny's backyard! She says that if I catch a cat in her backyard, I can keep it! I spent most of the day out patrolling her backyard and surveying it from her back step. By the way, Girlie, why don't you put out a pile of blankets for me in our backyard? That was really nice at Nanny's.


The only treat that I got while I was there was a bit of Papa's apple. I was a Very Good Dawg and waited to be told "okay" before I took my piece from his fingers. (The Girl here, we've been working on not being grabby. And I'm sure that was FAR from his ONLY treat! That's just the only treat that my Mom confessed to giving him!)


Anywroo, I guess if I have to be ABANDONED, and I can't stay at my own house, Nanny and Papa's house isn't such a bad place. IF, that is, I have to be ABANDONED, which is something that should never happen again.


The Girl even went to Petsmart while she was in Vancouver, and she saw something that she thinks is maybe what Daisy is talking about when she tells us about her favourite chicken strips. But did she bring me any? NOOOOOOOOOO! All she bought were clickers. She says she likes to have extra ones. Meanie.


(Once again, The Girl here. He also got this really cool laser light thingy that clips onto his collar, so he can chase the laser light until he goes silly from it, but he doesn't have it yet.)


I wuff my Nanny and my Papa, but I really don't like to be anywhere without The Girl. She says that I'm spoiled. But I say, well who's fault is that, then? And she sighs, because she knows I'm right.


Moral of the story: If you have to be ABANDONED like I was, make sure you go someplace where you won't be spoiled a bit! Wrooooooooo!!!


(Final note from The Girl: Although my Mom didn't confess to giving him a bunch of treats, I know that she and my Dad give him a ton of them right in front of me. So I'm pretty sure he ate his weight in people food while I was gone. And it sounds like he had a pretty good time, for an abandoned dog!)