Treats from that guy's pocket
That guy who keeps coming over (Chris is his name) is rising on my list of favorite people, despite the fact that he owns a cat. When he comes over, he gives me treats! And when we go on walks, he gives me treats. It is so cool! Joan usually doesn't give me treats on our walks but I really like it. Visitors with treats are cool no matter what.
Today we went to the dog park and I got to run around like a dog should. Then we had to wait for a long time to go through that door that then sprays stuff all over our car and I'm scared of it because we can't see out all the time and then there are really loud rain hitting our car and then a blower. Plus, my foot was bothering me because my allergies are getting bad again so I was just dang uncomfortable. When we got home, Joan sprayed my foot with some stuff that makes my foot fling backwards toward her because it stings a bit. Then she gave me a peanut butter pill - yum yum. Now I'm lounging (and typing) while Joan is a busy body cleaning up around here.
I heard that pretty soon I'm going to be able to type in my blog from anywhere in the house! Joan is getting something called wireless so I don't have to sit in her chair at the desk anymore which is pretty precarious because the chair spins. Now I can type while sitting in the brown leather chair (hee hee, don't tell Joan).
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Have a good Thanksgiving at your human friends house. You may get treats.
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Posted by: Hugh Bevan | November 27, 2006 05:19 PM