Wednesday, 22 March 2017
Here it comes again! When I finished my breakfast this morning, I ran to the door and saw the sun shining and clear blue skies. I was so excited to see that the rain and snow were gone that I couldn’t wait to get out there. Then reality hit. It was freezing out there and the temps were dropping fast.
I don’t understand how that can be. The man on the news said Spring just started, but it feels like winter to me. At first, I was confused. I looked up into the sky to see if I missed a storm cloud or something, but there was nothing. What the heck?
I didn’t wait around to figure it out. I ran back inside and have been here most of the day.
If the weather isn’t going to cooperate, I’m not going to play. There’s a nice warm couch in here with my name all over it. (My paw prints too.) Maybe tomorrow will be warm. I hope so, the squirrels are running amuck out there!
Saturday, 1 March 2017Summer is in the air, at least for one more day. This morning it is was beautiful outside, so Micky and I were out there right after breakfast and didn’t come in until Micky ruined it for us. As usual, I was playing ball and chasing squirrels. (Yes, I can play ball by myself.) Micky participated in the squirrel chasing a bit, but spent most of the time snoozing in the sun. That is, until she decided to redecorate the landscape.
Have you ever had one of those days when you’re just chilling in the leaves, getting some sun and all of a sudden a feeling comes over you that makes you just have to kill something? That’s exactly what happened to Micky! She was snoozing up against the fence, in the sun and nobody was paying much attention to her. Then, as if the voices in her head were talking to her, she jumped up and started digging right where she had been sitting.
This got all sorts of attention. It wasn’t that anyone was upset, but when she starts digging, it usually means there’s a snack moving around under the ground. So, we watched… and watched. She had a pretty good hole going and was really into it. I wasn’t sure I understood what was going on, but I tried to help. I grabbed some of the twigs and vines to get them out of her way. Unfortunately, we never did find anything to eat in there.
When Micky was done digging, we all headed for the door. This was when the sh*t hit the fan. Mom looked at Micky’s feet and our time outside came to an end. Micky’s feet were caked in mud. Mom declared that Micky was going straight to the bath. Oops, too much fun. I guess what they say is true. “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.” I guess everything worked out okay though. Micky was starting to stink anyway.