No Dog Feast?

Dear Readers,

Well, I am back, and for the most perplexing holiday ever.Sure, I got to dress up. And my People made some great smelling stuff to put in the car with me. Of course they didn't share it in the car but I did think they would when we arrived.
The Original Inhabitant said she'd been watching the activity in the kitchen for two days!

The smells were incredible!
They were making all sorts of FOOD.

Turns out this is a holiday for eating!

Sounds great, right?

But they wouldn't share.
That's right. Not a bit for us dogs!

We tried to let them know that we'd be happy with the left-overs.

A scrap or two would be fine.
Just drop a crumb, won't you?
But no...nothing but dry old dog food for us.
Not much of a holiday, I thought.

So then I figured we'd have some sport.
I brought the ball.
They just made noise.

I made sure they could see the ball.

More noise.

I could come up with better ideas for this 'Thanksgiving'.

A True Blue Fan

Hello Readers,

Yes, I'm back again. I showed up on Saturday in my Colts Blue, ready to watch the game with Old Wren and everyone. I did look handsome, didn't I?
I had to growl at the game, though.

My team let me down.

Oh! Possum!

Something is rustling in the leaves. What little critter is poking around there?
I see you! Come on out, little one.

My, you have nicely striped ears~
but what happened to your tail?
It has no hair at all.

There you go on your way somewhere. I like your little bare feet.
So where are you going Little 'Possum?

Oh, I see. You need a drink of water.

It's a good thing I put one of the bird baths down low - I guess we'll call it an Opossum Drinking Bowl instead of a bird bath.

Old Wren returns

"Okay," says the Original Inhabitant, also known as the Old Gal. "The Boston Gentleman and the Sidekick Cat are gone." "I'll get up and do the blogging."

"No," says Old Wren.

"That was just a one-time thing, having the Boston Gentleman take over the blog.

Now I will go back to blogging about things outside."

"I go outside too" says the Old Gal. "I could do a blog about going outside."

"No," says Old Wren. "Nobody wants to read a blog about eating and sleeping and what you do outside.

Tell you what, I'll put you in the blog sometimes. How about that?"

"Phooey!" says the Old Gal.

Welcome and Farewell

Dear Readers,

Yesterday I knew something was happening. Something felt different about the morning. I tried to stay underfoot and close to see what it was.

Then I heard something - a car noise I hadn't heard in weeks. I bounced to the door. Then...my REAL People came in!

They're back!
Oh frabjus day! Oh joy!

I couldn't believe it. They said they missed me (of course they did!)
and I said I missed them.

I stayed close while they relaxed and visited.
I wanted to be sure they didn't leave without me.

As for Sidekick Cat, he decided to show them what he thought of being left by leaving a certain deposit on the carpet.

He gets to go Home anyway.

Home! With the Real People!

I am so happy.

I will say goodbye to you and turn this blog back over to Old Wren.

Keep checking - Old Wren says I can make guest appearances when I come visit.

But for now,

farewell.

Toby finds blogs fuel dissatisfaction

I have looked at that Pampered Poppy Pet's post on pillows.

I wish to register a complaint.

All I have is one thin shabby thing on which to perch.

I expect adjustments to be made.

I've got a friend!

Look at this! It's someone just like me! I can't believe it!

He's come over to play.
I have a friend!
He knows how to play the way I play!

The Old Gal wants to play too, but she just doesn't know how.
Besides, she can't move as fast as we do!



We run!
We wrestle!
We roll around!
We slobber all over each other!
Then we have a drink and do it all over again.
We could play all day!

We have fun, fun, fun!
Then there are leashes.

Leashes are NO fun.

My friend is dragged out the door.
He doesn't want to go home.

I don't want him to go home.

I cry a little bit.
Maybe he'll come back.
I love love love having a friend over to play.