Monday, October 7, 2013

Great Western Bank--I love you!

As we were on our way to town today Auntie asked me if I knew where we were going. I knew we were headed to Bethany but she meant did I know we were stopping at the bank. When we pulled up to the drive-thru window I jumped onto her lap and put on my best "excited" smile. The girl smiled back, but nothing! I got closer to the window and started to shake. When she came back to the window there was still nothing! Then she asked if I wanted a treat. Of course, YES! (She was new, at least I'd never met her. I definitely should have introduced myself sooner.) When the drawer came back out there was an envelope with 9 crunchy treats--nine! Thank you!!

I hope she remembers me next time. I love this bank!

Monday, September 30, 2013

UPS - The Big Brown Truck

The big brown truck turned in the driveway--oh boy, it's the UPS man! Auntie ran out to get the package and I was right on her heals. The driver was getting the package out and I started around the front of the truck, then I had a better idea! I ran up to the open door, hopped up the steps and right into the truck. I was so excited I jumped up on the dash. I didn't even hear him say "Sorry boy, but I don't have any treats." Lucky for me, Auntie had grabbed some kibble on the way out the door.

The UPS truck came, I got treats. All is good!

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Nice Lady at MFA

A couple of weeks ago we went to MFA to check on propane. I stayed in the car, sitting on the console waiting for Auntie and Popo. The woman in the office saw them watching me out the window. She said she had and dog, too, and kept a bag of treats in her desk. She sent me out one of the biggest beef jerky treats I'd ever seen. It was so big Auntie only let me have a piece, saving the rest for later.

We went to MFA again today to get a little tank filled. When Auntie came back to the car she had another treat. I really have to go in and thank the nice lady in the office!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Smelly Donut

Auntie and I got in the Yukon this afternoon.  There was a stinky smell—she checked the trash sack and under the seats.  It smelled like something dead, maybe a mouse.  I just sat on the console, trying to stay out of the way.  Then Popo got in.  He could smell it, too.  Then they both looked at me.  The source of the smell was sitting right between them.  What had I gotten into now--smelly weeds, sewer water?  I didn’t matter, I was headed for the bathtub, again.

This has just not been my weekend.  Yesterday we went to see the baby bison at Dunn Ranch.  Of course I couldn’t actually ride on the wagon, but I could watch   everything else from the car. It was pretty fun.  On the way, we stopped at Casey’s for donuts.  Auntie came out of the store with a box—I watched with great anticipation as everyone ate their donut.  There were some left in the box.  Oh boy, these must be for me! Auntie put them in a cooler bag and zipped the top.  Darn, I’ve never tried to get in the cooler bag.  I decided to just try to forget about the donuts.  Later in the day when we stopped for lunch, Auntie fixed my food and got my water bowl out of the bag.  After everyone went in the restaurant to eat lunch, I decided to see what I could find in the back seat. I got a whiff of those donuts—I don’t think she got the cooler bag completely zipped.   

When Auntie opened the car door, there it was—a chewed up box—all that was left of the donuts.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Rabbit Wrangler

Auntie calls me a rabbit wrangler. When we went out to get the paper this morning there was a rabbit sitting right in front of me. I saw him and he saw me. The chase was on. I was hot on his tail then he circled back and stopped by the gas tank. He headed one way and I cut him off. Then he headed the opposite direction and there I was. We went back and forth around the tank. If he hadn’t finally run in a hole too small for me, I would have had rabbit for breakfast!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Happy Birthday to US!

Happy Birthday Popo!  Happy Birthday to ME! Happy Birthday to US!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Wow!  There was a big snow drift--over 3 feet deep--over the steps off the deck.  I had to go pee!  Auntie dug through the drift and cleaned me a path.  What a relief, but the next time I had to go out the path was nearly filled up.  This is what I crawled over to get out to the yard.  I think it time to get the shovel out again.

Monday, February 4, 2013

12 Things About Me

    If you read my blog, you know I lead a dog's life.  Here are a few more things to know  about me.

    1. I will be 12 years old in April!
    2. I love to eat--pretty much anything.
    3. I like to get up early, usually by 4:30.  The earlier I get up, the sooner I get breakfast.
    4. I sleep in my bed during the day and Auntie's bed at night.  I also like to sleep between Popo's legs or stretched out on the floor in the sun.
    5. I bark in my sleep.  Sometimes I even growl (I don't even growl when I'm awake).
    6. I am good help in the kitchen.  I set at Auntie's feet waiting for something to fall.  One day a potato hit me on the back (good thing it was a little potato).
    7. I'm always ready to go, and I go everywhere my humans go.
    8. I can't be trusted in the car alone with the groceries.
    9. I shake allover when we pull up to the bank drive-up window.  The lady at the window gives me treats!
    10. I have two younger (much younger) brothers. 
    11. I don't like loud noises--pounding sounds, yelling, thunder--I look for someplace to hide.
    12. Popo says I have a very good disposition but I know what I want.

      Thursday, January 3, 2013

      Tater Tot

      Meet the new me.  I have lots of nicknames—Pooper Scooper, Stinker, Sweetie Pie, Cookie Monster—and now I’ve earned a new name—Tater Tot.  We’ve been gone a lot and except for the pumpkin pie incident at Christmas I’d been pretty good when I‘ve had to wait in the car, usually just stretching out in the seat.  Then it happened.  Auntie went in the storage unit and I was setting in the front seat.  She brought some chairs out and put them in the car and went back in to look for something.  I knew she had put the sacks from Walmart way in the back.  I had to move fast—I climbed over the chairs, landing right on top of the sacks.  Now I had to make a choice, there were two loaves of bread and a bag of tater tots.  This was my chance—I could only look longingly at the tots when we stop at Sonic, so it was a no-brainer that I went for the tater tots. It was over too fast.  Auntie locked up the unit and came around to get in the car—the seat was empty!  I heard nothing, then she screamed.   Busted again.  It may have been frozen, but now I have a tater tot!