we're back from Grandmother's house
We're finally back from my Grandmother's house. We got to eat turkey, the really good stuff too, the gooey and fatty stuff and some skin and some of the chewy gristley stuff. Half of the people there were giving Holly and me turkey. We also got cheese sprinkled on our regular dinners and breakfast too.
There were lots of people there and some of them petted us and talked to us but a few of the people didn't seem to want to pay any attention at all to any of the dogs. What's up with that? They don't like dogs? That's just crazy.
We got to poop and pee in a lot of new places including a place near a lake where there was a lot of goose poop from the gooses in the lake. Even though this place was more like a city than our land in the country we saw a lot of deer. We weren't allowed to chase them though.
That rude little black poodle dog, Cole, showed up later just like last year. He's kind of rude and spoiled and he cries and whines a lot. I don't like him. He would growl and bare his teeth at me but he's too little to take seriously so I would mostly ignore him and that made him even madder. Cole growled and bared his teeth at Holly once and she just casually showed him her teeth, but in a very serious way if you know what I mean, and he backed away real fast. She could have bit him in two and shaken him like a rat but she restrained herself. He's lucky but too dumb to know it. He's such a little jerk. If he would just relax we all could have been a real dog pack together like when we go to visit our other Grandmother and her dog Parky.
Anyway, later we got back in the car, drove all day and stayed overnight in another single room with a great big bed in it. Then the next day we drove all day again and then we were home.
Grandmother's house
We're at my other grandmother's house. We drove in the car all day and spent the night in a room with a bed and all of us got to sleep in the big bed together but I thought that wasn't the way things are supposed to be. I'm supposed to sleep in my own bed at the foot of the big bed. I don't like it when things aren't as they are supposed to be, so I got down and slept on the carpet in the spot where my bed would have been if it had been there. We drove all day again and then there was my Grandmother and we got cheese on our dinner. We've been here before and I remember some of the smells. My people said I got to pee in four different states in one day but I don't know what that means.
That other dog that is sometimes here, the "little black ball of chaos", isn't here now but they talk about him so he might show up later. He's a poodle but if he stays away from my food bowl we'll get along ok.
it's finally not muddy!
It's really cold and the mud has either dried-up or frozen so I don't get my toes all muddy and icky now. I don't like to get my toes muddy and icky except when I jump in lakes or run thru puddles. I also don't really like to have my paws cleaned and dried everytime I come in the house so this is good. The only bad thing about it is that I often get a cookie when I sit to have my paws cleaned and now there aren't as many cookies. I still sit when I come inside and wait, because I'm a good dog, but sometimes there just aren't any cookies. I like cookies.
Holly and I chased and jumped on each other all around the upper field this morning and she wasn't able to knock me over even once!
one of my best photos
This photo was taken of us early in the fall of this year. Don't I look serious and important? I am serious and important. My eyes weren't closed, I was posing!. Holly looks like she's afraid she's done something wrong. She doesn't understand photography. I don't either but but it's better than posting about having our paws (and belly and butts) dried and toweled off 10 times a day by our valet because it's been so muddy lately. It just won't dry out. You know, that cat Weasel that lives in the studio told me about "valets" but I don't know if I should use the word, it might not mean what he said, you never know about cats, he could be putting me on and trying to make me look foolish. That would be just like a cat. Grr. I mean, old Mr Orson was ok but most cats are just evil.
thanksgiving
...or when we get real turkey! woo hoo!
I haven't been posting too much lately because I've been spending so much time having my paws cleaned. And not just my paws but my legs and my belly and my butt! It's been very wet around here and I get really dirty when it gets wet and my valet has to spend lots of time cleaning me up. Valet is the term Weasel, the cat that lives over in the studio, told me to use. I don't know what it means. But I don't get as dirty as Holly does.
Anyway, we went into St Louis again last week and stayed for two days. We went to a party at my Godmother's house and we saw our friend Bo, who is a real little dog. We once went on vacation to a big lake with Bo. Holly really likes him. I think she really likes little dogs. I met him when I was a puppy. We had real turkey for dinner at this party and there were lots of people who would pet me and tell me I was a good dog. And feed me turkey under the table. That's a good party.
