Burying a biscuit when the ground is frozen may seem like an impossible task, but here’s a tip, try along the side of the fence line, you can usually dig up a dusting of dirt and debris. You may not get full coverage but this can be a blessing in disguise, next time you’re out on patrol you can quickly retrieve the biscuit, take it back in the house, then watch the fun begin. The Warden usually gets riled up when you bring in anything from outside.
There was a bit of excitement yesterday, two workmen showed up and I began doing a massive greeting, barking, jumping up and a full coverage sniff. That’s when The Warden pulled out the aged cheese, I was torn, what’ll I do, the adrenaline was at an all time high, but there it was, aged cheese. I calmed right down as I politely sat by The Warden, as I ever so gently accepted a piece of cheese.
Sometimes you just need to take a moment to regroup, refresh and ponder your next move. I’ve done some major battles with my lounger without much success, so I need another strategy, maybe, just maybe, it’s not so bad.
Yes, I’ve heard it a million times ‘nobody likes to hear that noise’, I really don’t know why, it’s music to my gravy dippers. I’ve been trying to relocate my new lounger but have only managed to move it an inch or so and then The Warden slides it back again. I’m not saying I don’t like change but everything was just fine the way it was.
Flashback Monday, I’m remembering the small bowl of roast with gravy I had yesterday. Instead of a dinner plate The Warden used a small bowl, she was trying to keep my gravy dippers from swimming in gravy. It sort of worked out for her, she didn’t have to chase me around with a wet cloth but I also didn’t get to have a snack later on. Pondering moments by Miss Lilly.
Don’t judge me, it’s drool art, a form of expression. Now come on, kiss me, you know you want to. This is where The Warden looks around to find something to clean up her hot little mess, her expression not mine.
The Warden told me to keep the noise down, what she actually said was ‘nobody likes to hear that’, isn’t she fun to have around. So as best I could I muffled my enthusiasm, while at the same time taking her throw for a spin across the floor. Yes, there it is, the slow building of the eye twitch, my work here is now done.
Scouting out biscuit burying locations isn’t as straight forward as you would think. The pile of leaves was a good option until I saw The Warden standing there holding a rake, scrap that idea, next stop, there’s some new grass along the side of the house, a good possibility.
Throwback to a picture of me in my first lounger. This was back when it was assumed I would be taking all my naps here, and get this, they actually thought I would sleep here at night, all alone. Well, they thought wrong, unfortunately the lounger didn’t work out, I moved on to bigger things (couch, chairs, queen bed).
I had a vet visit, really friendly staff but all I wanted to do was go home. I got two shots, lots of rubs from the Doc, some liver treats and a bandanna. The Doc wanted to know if there was any concerns, The Warden mentioned the constant stealing of chairs, apparently there’s no cure for me but The Warden might want to try therapy.
I find the placement of my new lounger to be very restrictive when trying to perform the Biscuit Dance. First of all I had to yank The Wardens throw off her chair, then run to the other room to retrieve my biscuit, place it on the throw and start the dance. The dance floor has been cut off, I can’t perform the complete drag and pull, which is essential to the Biscuit Dance.
Move along and if you must clean the floor then follow the chalk outline, keep all movement to a minimum, dial down the music and definitely no shimmy shaking. Let’s just say we’ll meet for brunch around 10ish, that’ll give you time to create a small yet impressive buffet.
With the colder weather I can’t really snooze on the driveway so I decided to help The Warden with a little cleanup, that’s until I heard some movement up the street. If anyone is out and about I better let them know I’m available for any and all attention, you have to jump at these opportunities, maybe even do a little barking in case they don’t see you. That’s when The Warden shows up, no jumping or barking, she has issues.
Keeping the lawn clear of all leaves becomes extremely important for The Warden, she wouldn’t want to mistakenly step on a little ‘business’. So each day I watch as she meticulously picks up all debris in the backyard, leaf bag in one hand and ‘business’ bag in the other hand.
It’s not as easy as you would think to bury a pigs ear in my new lounger. There were a couple of problems, the blanket was hard to maneuver around, therefore making it difficult to bury anything and the lounger is stuck to the floor, impossible to drag or flip around. This could be considered a strenuous workout, so maybe, just maybe, I’ll try a short nap, seeing how I’m here anyway.
I was surprised when dad decided to take me on a road trip, window down, ears flapping in the wind, catching a few scents along the way. Then we stopped at the Pet Store, several ladies wanted to stop and fuss over me, dad was beaming. That’s where all the good times stopped, the torture salon up ahead, all my clickety clackety nails were forcefully removed. I was like an Olympic Sprinter making an exit, no wasting time on idle chatter.
The Wardens Rule number 63, no eating on the bed. Miss Lilly’s Rule number one, eat where you get the most enjoyment. The biscuit in my mouth was an oversight when The Warden lifted me up on the bed, when I started doing the biscuit dance it became clear I was in the forbidden zone, which made this biscuit more pleasurable, each and every bite.