I’m on vacation – hanging out at the dog hotel for a few days.
They don’t allow dogs to have WIFI here.
I’m going to have to get my person to find me a place that has all the amenities (whatever those are).
See you soon.
Which is every day – because their yard is right by my trails.
I guess they’re trying to tell me who’s boss.
I didn’t want to come in your yard anyway.
You can be the boss of your yard.
But today something different happened.
I found them on my trails.
My trails, mind you.
And they still tried to tell they were the boss.
But I gave them a little different perspective.
It’s kind of hard to tell somebody you’re the boss when they’re towering over you.
Okay guys, I guess I’ll let you come on my trails.
Just remember who the boss is.
Remember how I found tadpoles in my puddle yesterday?
Well, today I went to visit them and someone had taken my puddle and the tadpoles.
Who would steal a puddle and a bunch of tadpoles?
I can’t imagine anyone doing such a thing.
But somebody did.
I’m going to have to get my Detective Dog hat on and investigate this.
That sun is trying to hide.
I wonder if it’s sneaking off with my puddle and those tadpoles.
I’ll know by morning.
If the sun doesn’t show up then I’ll know it’s guilty.
Or maybe it’s this butterfly.
Alright butterfly, fess up!
I know you did it.
You probably took off with those tadpoles one at a time and hid them somewhere.
Wherever that puddle went to. That’s where you hid them.
Oh, wait a minute.
That butterfly must have had an accomplice.
It may have been able to hide those tadpoles, but I don’t think it could move the puddle.
I’d better do some more searching.
This black stuff where my puddle used to be has an interesting smell.
It smells just like – just like…
Okay, now I’ve got something new to solve.
What do you do with a bunch of flat tadpoles?
Not even this little bitty part of it?
You always let me step in it before.
What’s wrong with today?
I might step on them?
I might step on what?
You think I might pop those bubbles?
Since when did you care about a few bubbles?
Not the bubbles?
Oh, they’re back.
They were here last year.
The tadpoles are back.
This is two years in a row that my puddle has had tadpoles.
I can’t wait till they turn into tiny little toads and hop away.
Because if I try to drink my puddle water now it might tickle my tongue.
That really doesn’t mean much to me.
It fits in the same spot that the old one did.
My food still doesn’t go into the fridge so I don’t know why we have one at all.
What does matter to me is what was on top of the old fridge.
My person had to clean the top of it off before they took it away.
If she’d given me all those treats she keeps up there she would have had a lot less cleaning to do.
But what she did give me were the toys she stashed up there.
I don’t know why she doesn’t want to give me all the toys right away when she gets them.
She can always buy more when I chew them up.
So I might not have gotten extra treats out of this refrigerator switching, but at least I got some toys.
Well, except for that purple bunny.
You see, my person cleaned her room out too.
I can’t wait to see what happens when she cleans the rest of the house.
Come on, person. You gave it to me.
Now pick it up and toss it.
My first attempt today didn’t work.
That was when my person went outside and then it thundered.
I pushed the door to the garage open and escaped through the open garage door.
I ran down the street and found one of my person’s friends driving by and he let me into his truck.
I thought he was going to drive me away from the thunder, but instead he took me to my neighbor’s house and my neighbor took me back home.
And there was still thunder there.
So later in the day when I took my person for a walk, I tried a new tactic.
I’ve heard of people running in a squiggly path to avoid being hit when someone is shooting at them.
So I decided I’d try that same thing with the thunder. I hardly stayed on the trail at all.
And it worked.
There was no thunder the whole time I was on my walk.
Even though Gizmo was doing his best to evoke thunder in his sleep.
You’re going to have to do better than that Gizmo.
Because I beat the thunder today!
My people or the thunder.
On Saturday my person waited until almost the end of the day to let me take her for a walk.
She had some excuse about it being too hot.
So by the time she finally said we could go, we couldn’t.
Because the thunder had shown up.
There’s no way I’m going out there when there’s thunder.
I mean, what if it comes and grabs me and takes me back into the sky with it.
And then drops me.
Or what if it chases me all the way up a mountain.
No, I don’t trust that thunder at all.
But that wasn’t all the mischief.
On Sunday my people locked me in dog jail.
And left me.
And it rained real hard.
It made so much noise on the roof that my dog bed got wet too.
We must have a leaky roof.
Person, if you type that I’m calling you on more mischief.
I can’t help it if I get things wet when I’m scared.
Loud rain is scary.
Then my people came back home and the thunder must have followed them, because it thundered the whole rest of the day.
I hope my trails are still around.
I haven’t been able to check on them for two days now.
But here’s the worst part.
My people left me in dog jail again.
And this time it thundered and rained.
I think the only one I can still trust around here is my sneaky squeaky snake.
She was very friendly and wanted to play.
Most dogs I know just want to check me out.
It’s hard to find one who wants to play with me before even getting a friendly sniff.
While I appreciated the play, I still had to check her out.
Hey, wait a minute.
This isn’t a strange dog.
I know this dog.
This is my girlfriend Lucy!
With a haircut!
It’s a good thing a girl’s smell doesn’t change when she changes her hairdo.
And it worked – sort of.
You see, I decided to wait to take my person for walks until the sun is almost down and everything is in shadow.
That way there’s nothing for my person to take pictures of.
It’s too dark.
My person has been going along with the late walks because it’s not so hot outside.
But she still tries to take pictures.
Usually she gives up pretty quickly because it’s too dark for anything to turn out.
So today I did my best to stall my person until it got dark enough.
Notice, you don’t see a picture of me balking.
It was too dark.
And you don’t see any pictures of those late blooming prickly pear blossoms we saw.
It was too dark.
But something went wrong.
My person found something to take pictures of anyway.
And it wasn’t too dark.
Guess I’ve got to come up with another plan.