Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Dad went along on our walk

I got a surprise treat a few days ago when Dad went along on our walk. He could only go as far as the old reservoir because his fancy chair can't cross the creek, but it was pretty cool he went that far. And not just because his saddlebag has a pocket full of treats for lil' ole me, although I admit that is a big plus. A guy gets snacky on a walk, you know. 

Mom and I went almost as far as the lake. It was really quiet in the woods yesterday. And hot. I didn't even see a squirrel, which is odd. There were plenty of the little rodents in my yard. They have no respect for my boundaries. Did I mention it was hot?

On the way back, I got a surprise. Dad waited for us! We came around the last bend before the reservoir and I couldn't believe my eyes! Seriously!

I looked and looked and looked at Dad, thinking the entire time my eyes were playing tricks on me. Was that really him? Mom said it was so I picked up the pace and went to him even though that left Mom alone. I guess that was okay since she could see us, but my job is to walk with Mom and keep her safe. 

Mom and I talked about it and decided Dad must have enjoyed being out in the woods or else he'd have gone home without us. We're going to ask him to walk with us again. Maybe we can load up his scooter and go down to the towpath one day. That would be fun! 

It's not a surprise that Mom made of video of my almost faux pas. She's got more of them uploaded, too. 






Friday, June 5, 2020

That thing is ugly

Our pack lives in the country and that means we have a lot of critters around. We have deer, foxes - I don't like foxes. They pee in my yard and I'm not happy about that. Plus, they have a weird bark that wakes me up at night. Someone said there's even been a bear spotted around here but I've not seen him.

We have squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons, opossums, all sorts of birds including wild turkeys, snakes, frogs, fish, salamanders, and we have toads. 

Toads. Toads are sort of ugly and they sing. At least singing is what Mom calls it. I call it noise. 

Last night, when Mom and I went out for my last trip before bedtime, there was a huge toad on my patio. I did not like this. Where was Loki? Loki likes to chase little critters off the patio. He was falling down on the job. 

So today, the toad was in the flower bed beside the patio and it was making a warbling, high pitched noise. It wasn't singing, it was making noise. 

And all Mom did was smile. 

No, Mom. We really don't want to keep the toad. Let it go....






Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Mine!

I like it when Mom puts food in my hex. It gives me a chance to go chill out in a quiet spot and have a snack. I was feeling a bit grumpy this morning so when Mom fill my hex, I went behind her chair - and of course she took a picture. 

Seriously, Mom? Some mornings a guy just needs a few extra minutes to wake up and feel sociable. 

Hey, Mom! Next time why don't you slip a couple of Grillers in with my chow? That would get my attention and help me wake up. It'd kinda be like YOUR second cup of coffee. 




Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Tending the fire and a strange dog in my yard

Yesterday was another fun day. A couple of weeks ago, at least I think it was weeks because you know dogs don't tell time very well, some big limbs fell out of some trees. The wind blew so hard they snapped off and came down. I don't like the wind. It makes weird sounds in the night and I bark. That gets me fussed for waking Mom.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah! Yesterday. Yesterday Mom and Dad finished burning the brush from when those branches came down. I like it when we can all be outside around a fire. A campfire makes me remember things I've never done. Mom says that's okay, that it's a sort of primal memory. I don't know what that is, I just know I like to watch the fire with Mom and Dad.

The fire burned for a long time. Dad said it was because the wood was still green. Really, Dad? It didn't look green to me. I know dogs don't see all the colors but I'd swear on my treat jar that wood was brown, tan, and gray. 

We did have a couple minutes of excitement. A strange black dog with a red collar came into my yard. The hair stood up on my back and I went after him! He turned and ran away - fast! This is MY yard and I'll defend it! I'll keep an eye out for him, yes, I will, even though Mom says he probably won't ever come back and risk my ire. 

First thing this morning, Mom and I walked out to check the burn pile. It's an ash pile now. But I know my parents. They'll keep gathering all the big sticks and limbs that fall out of the trees and make another brush pile. Then we'll have another day where we can relax and watch the fire. It's just the way things work in my yard. 







Friday, May 8, 2020

I'm the most popular dog for a record 29th year!

Well, not me exactly, but my breed! I'm a Labrador Retriever and the American Kennel Club (where I'm registered), says Labs have been the most popular breed since 1991. Mom says she's not surprised by that. 

We can hunt, we're companions, and we serve. We're smart and adaptable. Heck, we like people! We're easy-going and supposedly energetic, but I don't mind being a couch potato. Being a shining example of my breed is a lot to live up to. 

Mom says we Labs have a great ancestry that traces way back to Newfoundland. We share ancestry with the Newfies but somewhere along the line we got shorter hair and became the St. John's Dog. Then we were taken to England (that's the United Kingdom now) and became Labradors, and stayed Labradors. Black was our original color but now we come in yellow and chocolate. I'm glad I'm black. I'm Deuce! I'm an original!!

But there's one thing I'm really curious about. How come no Lab has ever won the best in show at the big show in Madison Square Garden? Huh? Can someone explain that to me? Mom doesn't know and that's sort of scary because Mom is smart. 

I get it. The fix is in. The judges like little lap dogs. Well, I can sit on their laps if that's what it takes. I might squish them, but hey. Sounds like they need some squishing to get a good look at us Labs.  We're pretty special!

Well, at least I am...  




Sunday, May 3, 2020

A what? What's a frittata? Huh?

Sometimes I worry about Mom. It's only fair because she worries about me all the time. She watches everything I do and everything I eat. And sometimes I don't eat my dogfood because she's baked cookies and cookies are BETTER!! 

I wasn't surprised when she said she was making me a dogfood frittata. I have no idea why she called it that when it was an omelet. It was a cup and a half of my dry dogwood with two eggs scrambled over it. Maybe she wanted to see how I'd react to a new word. She didn't have to guess what I'd do when she put that concoction in my dish.

I ATE IT!!  Yum! Eggs! What's not to like about eggs?

Now Mom's all happy she tricked me into loading up on some protein. I'm on to her tricks but seriously. EGGS!! 

Part of the problem seems to be that Mom always read where Labrador Retrievers (that's me!) will eat anything at any time in any condition. But that's not me. I'm sort of picky about my food. See? Generalizations don't always work. 

Seriously though, Mom. Next time you fix me a dogfood omelet, why don't you add a little cheese on top?




Saturday, April 25, 2020

Why is it a DOGwood?

Mom and Dad and me live way out in the country (yeah, Loki is here, too). It's a great place to be a dog! I don't need to be on a leash and I can pee wherever I feel like. Well, not on Mom's car tires, but just about anywhere else. I know how lucky I am to have so much freedom. A lot of dogs can't run free. 

Mom and  Dad both walk with me a couple of times a day. Mom would like to go on one long walk, but she knows my leg can't take that much stress all at once. I have a torn cruciate, you know. It doesn't bother me unless I run too much or run too hard. Mom and Dad make me behave. Anyway, we go for several shorter walks a day and my leg is fine.

I remind Mom to stop and enjoy life. One of the things she really likes is the wild dogwood tree that grows on the bank. It is pretty right now, but I don't get it. DOGwood? I don't see any other dogs. Lots of white flowers, sure. But dogs? Nope. 

I was curious so I asked Mom to look it up on that computer she has. Her computer knows all sorts of stuff. I know because she reads the articles to me. I do my best to look interested - and I am. All sorts of words I know are in those articles. They don't make a lot of sense, but I know it for sure when I hear "dog," "good," "food," and a bunch of other words. 

So Mom looked it up and it turns out there doesn't seem to be a definitive reason the dogwood tree is called a dogwood tree. One possibility is that it may have been a Celtic word, "dag," or "dagga," and become "dog" over the years. That's like a lot of human stuff that just doesn't make sense to lil' ol' me.

That's okay. I'm Deuce and Mom says I'm a good dog just the way I am. Even if I don't have anything to do with a tree. 

Except to pee on it. 






Monday, April 13, 2020

I made Mom laugh

Okay. What does "dorky" mean? Mom said I looked a little dorky this afternoon. All I was doing was taking a little snooze in front of her chair. Apparently, that's all it takes for her to snap a picture. 

She said, "Puppy, you look like you have flippers instead of paws." 

I love it when she calls me "Puppy!" Being called Puppy is a good thing! It's one of those pack things for just us. 

It's a good thing that I made Mom smile, but honestly, I do not have flippers. I'm not a dolphin. I know what they are because I saw them on the television. 

Next time I want to take a little snooze, I'll do it behind Mom's chair where she can't see me. 



Monday, April 6, 2020

Spring changes in the air

It's been a little strange around the manor the past two weeks. Something weird is going on because Mom has been home a lot lately. Like, seriously a lot. I like it, but it hasn't been all the fun you'd think it would be. Mom and Dad keep talking about getting or not getting "COVID-19." I don't know what that is, but it better not be another skanky cat. Loki is enough!

Our pack is fine the size it is, even with Loki. I guess he's not really much trouble. I even allow him to sleep with me some nights as long as he doesn't get between me and Mom.

Mom does something called "telecommuting." I think all that means is she does stuff for her job from home. That's nothing new, though. She's always done that. She says she can do more and do it better from home since Dad and I keep quiet and let her work. That doesn't happen at her office in town. I give telecommuting my paw print of approval, especially if it will keep Mom and Dad from getting COVID-19. 

One thing I don't get is why Mom isn't bowling. Bowling is her thing. She even gave me one of her old bowling balls to play with! I love to bowl, too! It's a lot of fun. Maybe Mom will get the ball out for me today. That would be so cool! 

Yesterday, Mom sprinkled grass seed all over the front yard. The day before yesterday, Mom and Dad took the John Deere 1023 around the yard and cut off a bunch of low-hanging branches. They burned a little brush pile that was really on cousin Dave's property so Dad can mow that spot. I got to help them once the fire was going, but I wasn't allowed to help them prune branches. It seems I'm not real good at watching what's happening over my head. 

There's more to do. I heard Mom say she wants Dad to take the backhoe and scrape out a shallow trench along the back stone fence so she can separate daffodils and have more bloom next year. I don't get it. We have a lot of daffodils already. Why does Mom need more? 

It's worrisome. If Mom likes to have more of what she loves, does that mean she wants another puppy? Or another cat? 

Or worse, does she want a frog??? The peeper frogs were finally singing last night and Mom told me she loves to hear them because it means the cold weather is really over until next winter. I'm saying no to frogs. No, no, no. 

I'd better pay closer attention to what's really going on around here! I need to head Mom off at the pass! 


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Note from Mom: Deuce is only four and he doesn't need to know everything about the COVID-19 epidemic. We don't want to worry him. If the worst happens, we'll explain to him he might have to go live with cousin Dave, but until that becomes a possibility, we want him to be a happy four-year-old. 


Saturday, March 14, 2020

I'm bushed!

What a day we had! I'm bushed. All I want to do is go to bed but Mom says we should blog first. I guess I can stay awake for another ten minutes. I mean, I don't really tell time but Mom said ten minutes so I'm going go with that. 

The day started out a little slow. We didn't get up until almost eight o'clock this morning. That's late for me and Mom. So we went outside so I could do all my outside activities, and then Mom and Dad had coffee and we had breakfast. I love, love, love sausage casserole! I mean - sausage! What's not to love?

So Dad checked the weather and we decided it was a good day to burn the brush pile. This can be sort of boring for me. Mom and Dad are really busy to get the fire going, and once it is, they just sit on the John Deere 1023E and the JD 370 and watch it burn. Boring. 

But not today! Mom got one of my squeaky balls out of the basket and let me take it outside! I never get to take toys outside, so this was really cool. I made that ball squeal! Then Dad played ball with me for a little while. Heck, I rolled in the leaves and then rolled some more. Then played ball again. 

And then we had Sloppy Joe's for supper! Hamburger! What's not to love??

What a day! Now it's time to go to bed and I don't know if I have the energy to jump up onto the bed. I'm really knackered. Maybe I can convince Mom to set the ramp up for me tonight. It's a little wimpy of me, but I don't care.

So how about it, Mom? I was a good dog today. Help me up onto the bed? 





Monday, March 9, 2020

Prepping for spring

The entire pack was home today to enjoy a beautiful day. It was so warm I trotted down and jumped into the creek. Boy, that water was c-c-cold! I liked it! And it was really cool that Dad went with me and Mom down to the creek. He only recently started taking his chair down the hill. Don't know why, but I guess since he's a pack leader he doesn't need to tell me.

Mom went to town first thing this morning to finish doing Grandma's taxes. I'm a dog and I don't need to know what that means, either. I do know Mom was sort of, you know, pissed off. The lady told Mom she didn't have some form and Mom knew she did. Turns out Mom was correct so the trip to town was just wasted gasoline. Mom hates that. She does pay attention to something called her carbon footprint. If it's necessary, she doesn't mind going, but when it's not... Mom gets formidable. 

Then it was more about gasoline. Mom and Dad gassed-up the mowers and topped off the tank in the John Deere 1023. Then we loaded the gas cans in the back of Dad's Silverado and went to the gas station. Mom filled the cans and the tank of the truck. I can't get out at the gas station but I get to hang my head out the window and watch. 

On the way home, Dad left my window down because it was 70F and really nice. My nose was really busy! There were a lot of new spring smells to take in. Then Mom leaned back and took my picture. My humans are just way too camera-crazy. It was a really fun outing for me. 

What a day! I got in the creek, went for a ride, and we had pizza for dinner!
It's good to be ME!!!!




Thursday, March 5, 2020

My reflection

I get my picture taken a lot. Mom and Dad are snap-happy when it comes to lil' ol' me. 

Seriously, folks. I'm not kidding about this. 

The other day, we were outside putting a bed cover on my new Colorado, and Mom took a picture of my reflection! My reflection! Now, if that's not a sign that my human pack members are picture-taking-crazy, I don't know what is. 

On the other hand, it was a picture of me and I am their favorite subject when it comes to taking pictures. 

You know. Just saying. 



Sunday, March 1, 2020

Mom wrote about us - He and Me

Mom wrote a poem about me! Of course, she did because I'm Deuce! I'm her best guy! She posted it over at her writing blog but Dad convinced her to put it here, too. 

I think Mom must really love me. 
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He and Me

February 29, 2020

Silently it prowls on the mountain, this misty fog,
Blanketing the winter world in stillness.
The trees stand as sentinels, 
unwavering and ghostly,
Watchers across the speeding years,
they can be no less.

Inside we sit, shoulder to knee,
sleek black head resting, eyes alert.
Outside the wet gray squirrels
rummage under his sharp gaze.
Whiskey brown orbs reveal the
dog’s interest, albeit covert,
No better companion could I ask for on this softening afternoon.

Daylight wans else we’d take to the woods
for a walk, and to talk.
He listens attentively to each word I utter,
praise to his beauty among them.
It needs wait for a warmer day to find a
bushy-tailed critter to stalk.
A starless night shrouds the outside world,
but we are content to breathe, he and me.

KC Kendricks


Wednesday, February 26, 2020

It's almost spring again

When Mom and Dad talk, I listen. I'm right there with them. I might be on the floor, but I hear everything. It seems spring is coming, and so is something called daylight saving time. Sounds hokey to me. How can anyone save daylight or time? Humans...

Mom mentioned it again this morning when we took our walk. I don't get how it will be daylight longer in the evenings, but Mom seems pretty happy about it. I'll just go with the flow since she says it's a good thing. 

This Sunday past, Mom and Dad took the snowblower off the John Deere. Mom wasn't one-hundred percent sure about it, but it happened. There's a lot that needs to be done and Mom needs the bucket on the tractor to do it. Even now there are three little felled trees that need cut up and the wood stacked and Mom and Dad need the bucket for that. Plus, Dad needs to spread some gravel on the lane. Don't tell him I peed on the pile of stone this morning. My bad...

I don't get to ride on the John Deere. I can trot along behind it, but never in front of it. If I get in front of it, my parents yell at me and make me go inside the house alone. I don't like it, so I behave. I'm Deuce and I'm a good dog! 

We really do have a lot to do. The running boards need to go on my little black truck, and Dad ordered a cover for the bed. It's not the kind of bed I can snooze in, though. Mom has to go get some straw so she can scatter grass seed in the back yard. Grandma's house is under contract to be sold and I guess I won't be going over there anymore. Mom is sad about that but Dad and me are here for her. 

Then there are some solar-powered motion-sensor floodlights going up. It seems I wander a bit when Mom and I go out before bed so I can do, you know. Dark shadows, black dog. Mom isn't pleased when I sort of disappear into the night. I get a little shy, ok??

So the human pack members have a lot to do, which means I have a long stretch of guard duty ahead of me. That's my job. Keep watch on them while they work. Yep. I can do that.






Wednesday, February 5, 2020

I have a new truck!

Well, they did it. It wasn't what I expected, but I like it! IT'S BLACK LIKE ME!!!!! 

I barked like a big dog when it pulled up and parked in my driveway. An unknown vehicle is a reason to make a lot of noise and I did. Dad said he heard me even before he opened the truck door. 

Seriously, I'm going to look goooood riding in the new Colorado Z71. Like really good. And the interior is black so I can shed all I want to and it won't show. This is a good thing because I shed a lot and all over everything. Just this morning Mom told me to get my furry face off her pillow. Can you imagine her saying that? 

I wonder what Mom will name this one? 

I haven't ridden in the Colorado yet. Mom says it will be different. Instead of folding the seats up, she'll fold them down to give me maximum room and so I can stick my face out the little rear window hatch. That sounds like fun. 

So maybe I'll get a ride on Saturday. It gets dark by six o'clock and Dad's correct. We need daylight to have a really good time. I'm a smart dog (ask Mom, she'll tell you). 

Saturday is a good day for an outing. I'll be counting down the minutes!







Monday, February 3, 2020

They're going again...

This is getting old. Mom and Dad are bolting out of here again today. I thought I was going to get to go along. They keep saying "truck." It's truck this and truck that. Am I going for a ride?

NOOOOOOOOOO. 

They did this to me before. They left in my very first truck, a really nice and roomy silver truck, and came home with a big blue monster that shows every little hair I shed. Dad sighs when I shed in his truck, but I can't help it. Shed happens, you know. 

I've got the scoop on it. I listened really close to what Mom was saying. They want to get rid of the little red truck that belonged to Jack and bring home another truck. I never ride in that one. It's way too small for me to get in the back. Dad even took the seats out and I didn't have enough room. 

This will be Mom's truck but Dad will be allowed to drive it. And of course, I will be allowed to ride in it. This is a good thing! 

I hope they won't be gone too long. I'm Deuce, and I'm a good dog, but the last time took hours and hours and I really had to pee-pee by the time they got back. 

Hurry up, guys! Get it done so I can ride in a new Colorado!



Thursday, January 30, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 30 - Be the pack

This is the last night of our thirty-day blogging marathon. We won't blog tomorrow because it's Friday and Mom bowls on Friday, after work. It's a day for just me and Dad to be together.

Mom asked me what we learned in the past thirty days. I didn't know she planned a test! No fair! I'll give it a go, though.

I think we learned it's really good to be the pack and while it's fun to go away and do things, being on the pack's land is the best. I'm happy just hanging out with Mom and Dad. All I have to do is look at my ball-ball and one of them will pick it up and play. Same for my hex. If I give it to them, they fill it. It really is good to be me. 

I'm a lucky dog. My parents spoil me. I sleep in the big bed, I nap on the couch, I always have food and water, and I'm never left outside in the cold or the rain. Not every dog has it so good. 

Mom says dogs are the most courageous animals on earth. We're steadfast in all things. We never stop trying to please our pack leaders. 

That's true. The best words ever are, "Good boy, Deucie!"

Yep. It's good to be me. 


Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 29 - Naps are important!

Mom forgot to blog last night. She came home from work and took a nap. I'll let her off the hook because she was really tired. 

We did get our walk in before the nap, so that's all to the good. It was chilly and we didn't see any squirrels or anything. Then again, the red-tailed hawk was sitting in the big oak tree behind the shed. The squirrels are smart enough to hide when he's up there. 

Maybe we'll do better later tonight when we wrap up our Thirty Days of Deuce. 




Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 28 - Quiet day

Dad and I had a quiet day even though Dad was up before Mom this morning. That never happens, I kid you not. But today Dad got up and fixed his coffee before Mom's paws...er..feet hit the floor. I wondered if we had something special to do today, but we didn't. 

Mom went to work. Me and Dad went outside a few times, but Dad said it was too damp for him. It made his hands hurt. So we stayed inside a lot. I napped and I bet Dad did, too. Not that I know because I was asleep, but I'd wager a couple of Grillers on it. 

After Mom got home, we went for a short walk. The people who live down front in the grey house must have gotten a new dog. We heard a little dog yapping. Yapping dogs are not fun to be around. I sure hope its not outside and yapping this coming summer. 

For dinner, Mom got a turkey pie out of the freezer and put it in the oven. It was good. I got the last bite from both my parents. 

I guess now that we've blogged, we'll go watch NCIS. I'll probably nap a little more. The important thing is the pack will be close together. 

Sometimes a quiet day is a good thing. We can rest and recharge and be ready for tomorrow. 




Monday, January 27, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 27 - Ride to the landfill - Yea!!

Mom and Dad came through! 

Every so often we have to load up the Silverado and make a run to the landfill. Today was the day, and I got to ride along!

I sit behind Mom in the pickup and she twisted around to take my picture. It's not very good but at least I don't have red or glowing eyeballs. 

Riding in the truck is pretty cool. I can lie down or sit up and watch out the windows. Mom scratches behind my ears a lot and talks to me. It's fun to sit and look out the windshield, too. When we get to the dump, Dad puts the window down so I can see all the other dogs. Apparently riding to the landfill is a big thing. Dogs can't get out of the trucks, though. We can only watch and sometimes bark back and forth with each other. I'm pretty good. I know if I got too loud, Dad would close the window so I keep quiet for the most part. 

After Mom tossed all the junk off, we went to McDonald's and I got a regular Egg McMuffin. I love, love, love Egg McMuffins! I can eat the whole thing! It's on my approved people food list. Eggs, ham, cheese, and bread. Mom breaks it up into small pieces and feeds it to me a bite at a time so I get to enjoy it.  

I hate to say this, but I'd enjoy it just as much if she'd just tossed me the whole thing. She means well.

After we got home, Mom took a shower and then they left me again. Can you believe that? Three days in row. They were only gone a really short time. Mom had some quick errand to run and I did need a nap after my excellent breakfast. I bet it will be summertime before I get another Egg McMuffin. Mom and Dad really dole out the best stuff. 

I guess things will get back to normal tomorrow. It'll be just me and Dad while Mom's at work. I'll be working, too, keeping an eye on Dad. That's my job.






Sunday, January 26, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce:Day 26 - They did it again

I was left alone again today. No fair, people. 

Look at my face. Is that a happy face? Noooo.

I'm a good dog. I do everything I'm supposed to do which is mainly be entertainment. I don't pee-pee in the house. I don't snatch food off the counters. 

Two days in a row, folks. 

And then, you guys came home and Mom left again on her own. She didn't come home until dark! I'm not going outside in the dark by myself. There are foxes and coyotes out there! And skunks! Even Loki is staying in the house. I didn't know he was that smart.

This behavior had better end soon. I get bored when I'm home alone and that could turn into something very bad for everyone. 

Don't say I didn't warn you. I heard you guys talking. Dad said, "the dump" and I KNOW what that means.  I'd better get to ride along in the morning and you guys had better stop and get me an Egg McMuffin to make up for leaving me home alone. 

Remember who you're dealing with - I'M DEUCE!!!

You know I'm right this time. So is it a deal on the Egg McMuffin? 






Saturday, January 25, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 25 - I'm not a happy dog

I didn't have a good Saturday. First off, it was raining so I started the day off getting wet. Mom cheated and didn't go off the patio with me. And to make matters worse, she and Dad left me alone for four hours today. Four hours! 

Okay, they were working at Grandma's house and meeting with someone called a realtor. That meant I couldn't go along. I do pretty good on my own for a while, like four hours. Mom won't leave me alone any longer than that. And I have my choice of spots for a nap. The couch (Mom puts an old sheet over it for me), two chairs, the big bed. Mom makes sure I have lots of water and food when she has to leave me home, too. 

Being in charge for a little while is fine but I like it better when the pack is together. When Mom and Dad got home, we all went for a walk even though it was drizzling rain. We didn't mind it at all. We were together again. 

We all settled down after that and had chili for dinner. Chili is good. Mom doesn't put onions in the chili so I can have a spoonful. I tried to coax Mom into putting dog food in my hex, but she stared me down and told me to 'puppy-up' and eat from my bowl. I'm being stubborn. 

For not doing much today, I sure am tuckered. It's getting late and I'm going to bed without Mom. She can finish today's blog without me. 

Maybe we'll get sunshine tomorrow and I can recharge my batteries.



Friday, January 24, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce- Day 24: Fridays are really long days

I miss Mom a lot on Fridays. She leaves for work and doesn't come home to see me until after bowling. Some Fridays that's almost ten o'clock. That's past my bedtime. 

Dad takes good care of me on Fridays. We go outside a couple of times a day and walk. If it's not freezing cold, he throws a ball for me. He doesn't throw it very hard, or far, because he doesn't want me to get excited and put a lot of pressure on my bad leg. But every once in awhile he'll treat me to a really good throw. Mom raises her eyebrow over it, but we do it. 

Mom has been bowling all her life. She really enjoys it although she says she was better at it when she was younger. 

I like to bowl, too! Mom gave me an old plastic bowling ball and sometimes I get to roll it all over the yard. It's great fun! Then I let it roll to the bottom of the yard and Mom has to carry it back up the hill for me. No way can I pick it up and carry it. 

I can see why Mom thinks bowling is fun. It's a challenge and we all need those from time-to-time. 



Thursday, January 23, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 23 - I pushed Mom out of bed

Sometimes I don't know my own strength. All I did was s-t-r-e-t-c-h and it felt really good. Soooo good. And then Mom's feet thumped on the floor and she sat up real fast and turned around and said, "What are you doing, buster?"

Oh, boy. I do not like it when she calls me buster. It is not a term of endearment. 

It seems like I take up a lot of space on the bed. And I do like Mom's side best. Her side is warm at night because she's there. We cuddle up, back-to-back most night, but early this morning I rolled over and I needed to slide over to spend some time with Dad and I pushed... I didn't know Mom would slide. I thought I would slide. Oops. 

Mom knows people who don't allow their canine pack members on the bed, but Mom says she likes that I'm there with her. Dad likes me to sleep with him, too. I feel kind of sorry for dogs who have to spend the night in their crates. I had to when I was younger but I moved around too much and barked at every noise outside. I'm older and smarter now. 

This morning, Mom told me it was a good thing she was ready to get up. I think so, too. I really skated on this one. I'll have to remember not to push on Mom when I stretch. I'll have to roll onto my back and then do it. It's safer for everyone that way.

I wonder what Mom is going to fix for dinner tonight? Maybe I'll get lucky and we have more Sloppy Joe's in the freezer! 





Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 22 - I didn't get nearly enough of it

When I was just a little guy, Mom told me it was good to be the dog. I didn't understand until I got older and my hand to mouth coordination kicked it. It IS good to be the dog. I open my chops and Mom tosses food into my mouth! 

I never miss.

Dad can cook. Last Monday he made a batch of Sloppy Joe's and there was enough left for dinner tonight. To top it off, Dad is learning to make bread and he made fancy rolls. Everything smelled so good, and I know from two days ago the Sloppy Joe's are dee-lish! Suppertime is a good time to be me!

Usually, I get a fair cut of supper. Mom gives me a bite to start, and then Dad gives me a bite to finish. It's a good system when we're having something that is puppy-friendly. 

Mom. Dad. Sloppy Joe's are puppy-friendly. How come I only got one teeny-tiny bite from each of you??? Something ain't right. Look at my face. I know I got cheated.

You guys had better 'splain yourselves. 




Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 21 - I'm tired of having cold paws

Can I whine? 

I'm a pretty tough guy. I've been outside in hot sun, rain, snow, ice, wind - it's what guys do when they have to go...you know.  It's not a problem. But I gotta tell ya, I'm tired of my paws being cold. 

You won't see Mom going outside without her shoes or slippers unless it's the middle of summer. I'm Deuce. I'm a dog. I don't have shoes. My paws might be furry, but they still get cold. 

Take today, for instance. It was a sunny day, but it didn't get very warm. Dad and I went outside about three-thirty. We went in and out the lane, and there was still ice over the gravel. Ice is cold.  We'd only been back inside for a few minutes and then Mom came home and we went back out the lane again. Over the ice. 

I think I'm ready for spring, but Mom is shaking her head at me. She reminded me spring means rain and mud and tracking mud into the house is not a good thing. Maybe she's right. Wet paws stay cold longer. 

Then again, spring means jumping in the creek. Almost all of me will be wet.

You know what, Mom? Bring on spring!! 





Monday, January 20, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 20 Just chillin' at home

Deuce, March 2016
Even I know ice is bad if Mom's car doesn't break through it. Seriously. 

Mom and I were up at our usual time this morning. Mom put on grippy shoes and we walked out the lane. Very slowly and carefully we walked. I knew better than to run. My paws couldn't get a grip. Dad told us not to worry too much because it would warm up and melt some today. 

It did, but when Mom when down to visit Grandma, her car didn't leave tracks through the ice at all. Is almost four-thousand pounds very heavy? I bet it is. 

Beyond the need to be very careful outside, we didn't do much today. Mom did a load of laundry but I can't help with that. I'm not allowed to go to the basement because Loki's food bowl and litterbox are down there. He shares my water, not that I agreed to that but Mom said...

Mom didn't take her phone outside because of the ice. She said with her luck, if she slipped and fell, she'd fall right on the phone. So because Mom didn't get a picture of me today, she said we'd share an old one. It's one from when I was a little guy and had a puppy day bed. I've grown a lot since then but I can still sleep like that on Mom's bed. 

Dad likes to watch a couple of cooking vids on this thing called YouTube. A lady made Sloppy Joes from scratch and Dad fixed her version of them for supper. It smelled wonderful! And Mom and Dad both gave me the last bites of their sandwich and it tasted even better!! I think Sloppy Joes might be my new favorite supper. 

The pack had a quiet weekend at home. It's been a while that we stayed home so it was a good thing, ice and all. Sometimes a guy just needs to chill. 




Sunday, January 19, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce: Day 19 did not go as planned

The day started out really fun! Mom was up and dressed early. We went outside so she could check the weather. We went over to the brush pile and Mom lit a piece of starter stick to test the wind. It was a "no go." There was too much wind to burn even though the ground was covered with sleet and really frozen. And I mean frozen, too. It was slippery under my paws.

While we were outside, Loki started to stalk me. Mom wants me to play nice with that skanky cat so I tried. But he attacked me like he always does. I chased him up on the porch but I didn't try very hard to catch him. He wanted me to chase him so Mom said I wasn't being bad. She can tell when he instigates crap. 

Anyway, since we couldn't burn, Mom said we should bake cookies. That sounded like a really good idea to me. We made regular sugar cookies and then sugar cookies with lemon juice and zest added. Me and Dad don't like those all that much but Mom loves them. After baking cookies, we watched tv for a little while and then it was time for supper.

Mom had supper on the stove and then things went sideways. The electricity went out. Mom went outside to start the generator, but Dad didn't have much gasoline in it. This didn't make anyone very happy. Dad doesn't like Mom to play with his toys but Mom knows what she's doing. 

Once the generator was started it was too late for the rigatoni. It was a mushy, soggy mess and Mom didn't like it. I think Dad knew better than to say anything. I found a spot and parked my butt out of the way for the duration. I think this made me smarter than Dad. 

The power finally came back on and Mom had to stop the generator and flip the switches back. I don't think Dad tried to find out what happened and Mom doesn't really care. All she cares about is that making sure the gas cans are full is just one more thing she has to take care of now. 

So the day didn't go as planned at all. It's okay. We stayed warm and we had food even if it was mushy. Tomorrow is another day. 



Saturday, January 18, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 18: Sleet is worse than rain

I love Saturdays! Mom's home and we do stuff. Not so much today, but usually. 

Today, nasty little pellets of ice fell from the sky. Mom and Dad called it sleet. I didn't like it much when I went out to pee. I had to close my eyes and that made it hard to pay attention to what I was doing.

Snow would have been a lot better. Mom and I can play in the snow. Instead, we stayed indoors. Dad fixed bacon and eggs for brunch - I love bacon and eggs!! Then he watched tv, Mom worked a bit, and I just lazed on the bed and looked out the window. Loki was asleep on the cedar chest. It was all okay because the pack was together and that's a good thing.

Maybe tomorrow Mom and I can go for a short walk if it warms up, that is. Mom says she doesn't like to walk on ice. We'll have to wait and see. 



Friday, January 17, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 17 - Devil Dog Eyes

Mom and I go for at least a short walk every day. Even when it rains, Mom will go outside with me. We have different walking styles. I look down and Mom looks up. We compliment each other. 

I smell everything. I don't think Mom can smell at all unless it's something really stinky like a skunk. 

Mom looks at the sky all the time. She says, "red sky at morn, sailors be warned, red sky at night, sailor's delight." I'm not sure what that means. I'm not too interested in the weather. Every day brings what it brings. We dogs know to just roll with it. 

Mom was telling me how great it was to have a clear blue sky this time of year. She looked up and saw the moon through the trees and took a picture (because of course she did). Then she took a picture of me watching her. Then she laughed and said I looked like a devil dog. 

I think I'm insulted. My eyes aren't glowing that much! 

You should see what happens to my eyes when she takes my picture inside the house and the flash goes off. My eyes really do glow! 

It's okay that Mom jokes with me. We like to have fun. Some day I might surprise her and howl at that moon. I wonder what she'd have to say about that?

And see? Even after snacking on turkey pot pie this week, I'm svelte.  With muscles.  And dirty paws. 



Thursday, January 16, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 16 - When Mom Gets Home

The best part of the day, Tuesday through Friday, is when Mom gets home. I think I like that time almost as much as I like dinnertime. It's hard to decide. But I digress...

Me and Dad can hear Mom's car coming. Well, I can hear it. Dad doesn't always because of the television, or he's napping, but I have good ears. And lungs. I bark to let Dad know she's on the way. He usually lets me out the door so I can run out to greet her. 

It's the same almost every day. Mom opens the car door and I stick my head inside. I'd jump in but the steering wheel is in my way. That makes me sad because I like Mom's car. It's fun to ride in but she doesn't let me inside her car very often.

Anyway, today Mom surprised me by snapping a picture. She said she was going to tell the world how I block her exit. I thought she was kidding, but here we are. 

Get over it, Mom. I'm not going to stop doing it. Why don't you open the passenger door for me, huh? Then I could jump in the car with you. 

What? 

My paws are not dirty!!

Al least, not very dirty.......





Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 15 - Turkey pot pie is really good!


 Sometimes it's really good to be the dog. Like tonight. Mom had some turkey pot pie filling in the freezer, but didn't want to make a crust. So she heated the pot pie in a skillet, put biscuits on top, and put it in the oven to bake the biscuits. 

I watched her every step of the way. I heard Mom and Dad talking about turkey and, hey. I'm Deuce. I know all about turkey because I'm smart. That and my nose told me what Mom had in the skillet. 

Mom makes her turkey pot pie filling to be dog-friendly. I think it's just dog delicious. 

I know how to behave, too. While Mom and Dad ate, I sat still like the good boy I am and waited. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited. You'd think people could eat faster, but noooo. 

Finally, Mom held her plate down for me to finish. We know a lot of people really frown on letting a pup have people food, and a lot of people think it's terrible to let a dog lick a plate. 

In my pack, we share. My parents are careful I don't get too much (I'm still svelte!), and Mom says hot water and dishwasher pellets will kill any germs I have. 

I have germs??? Seriously???

After dinner, Mom snapped a picture of me going down for a nap. It woke me up for a bit, but then I did go to sleep while Mom wrote this blog for me. I think we're a good team!




Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 14 - I'm Four!!!

Today is my fourth birthday! I know because Mom told me. She keeps track of everything about me to keep me safe, happy, and most importantly, well-fed. 

Food is good! I love food! Especially people food, but Mom watches me like a hawk whenever I get people food. Hey Mom! It's my birthday! Can I ask least have a little lick of chocolate??????

Maybe not. I got the stink-eye on that request. 

ANYWAY.... today is my birthday. Being four means I've been grown up for a while now. I know lots of stuff. Mom says I'm really smart, but I'm just me. 

We were looking at some pictures of me as I was growing to share today. I was quite a handsome lad, wasn't I?  There's a picture from my first night in my forever home, the first night I slept on the bed with Mom, and me in my orange safety vest. Mom says that's one of her all-time favorite pictures of me. We had a lot of fun on our walk that day. 

I'm not sure what being four will be like, but as long as I'm still in the pack and we're all looking out for each other, it will be a good year. 

Now... where is my birthday cake?






Monday, January 13, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 13 - My book cover

I told Mom if she was doing thirty days of ME, she had to make sure she shared my book cover again. That's right. I, Deuce, posed for a book cover. And not only that, Mom patterned the hero of the book after me, with a little bit of my older brother, Jett, thrown in. 

I never got to know Jett, he passed on a long time ago, but Mom says I look just like him except I'm a good bit taller and leaner. There are two body types for Labs and he was more of the other one. Mom likes mine better, though. 

Mom makes book covers for a lot of people. She doesn't take the credit because it's not her main thing. She tells people that instead of paying her, to donate money to a charity. Once they send her the receipt, she sends the cover. Mom only does this with a couple of writers she knows really well. 

I keep Mom company in her office when she's working on book stuff. I'm Deuce! It's what I do. I think Mom's cover with me on it was a big success. Maybe she'll do another one, someday. 

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 12 - Not a good toy for me

Mom got me a new toy she thought I might like. It was a Pet Zone IQ Treat Ball. 

I broke it. I'm sorry, Mom, but a guy has to chew!

Mom's not mad at me at all. She tried to do a nice thing for me and it just didn't work out. She got the 4" size, the big one, but I could get the ball into my mouth. Not that I could swallow it, but I could get it back far enough in my jaws to bear down and crack it. 

You'd think I'd get praise for being so big and strong, but noooo. Mom snatched the ball right out of my mouth! Then she checked the ball for blood, but I didn't break it into pieces, just put a crack in it. That was enough for Mom. She took it from me. 

I guess it's okay she did that. I don't want to cut my mouth and I really don't want to swallow sharp plastic and need emergency surgery. Maybe this toy will work for little munchkin dogs who can't get a good grip on it, but it's not for big, strong, determined Labs like me. 

Since I broke it, Mom can't even return it. Well, maybe she could but she doesn't think it right to return something WE broke. If it had been broken right out of the box, she would do that. She did go to Amazon and leave a review to let other Moms and Dads what happened. 

Mom says we'll stick to the Kong toys. I've had my bouncie and hex toys since forever. I've chewed and chewed those toys and not done much damage. Is three years a long time? Maybe Mom will go find me a better toy for my birthday. It's only a few days away, you know.

Gotta go! Mom's calling me!










Saturday, January 11, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 11 - Yea! Saturday!

breakfast in my Kong hex toy
Saturdays are pretty cool. My pack is together and I like that. Yes, even having Loki sleeping on the sofa as me, Mom, and Dad work through our Saturday morning routine is...acceptable. 

Mom always gets up first. She finds her slippers, not that they're lost because I don't move them, I swear, and then she takes me outside. I like it she always steps out with me, even in the rain. I have her trained that way. Then me and Mom go to her office until Dad gets up.

Once Dad is out of bed, we go to the living room with him. I get some chow in my hex while they have something called coffee. I think they're addicted to the stuff because they won't leave it be. 

After coffee, Dad watches the television if it's cold outside. If it's warm, he goes to the shed to putter around. Hot, cold, or in between, all bets are off as to which way Mom goes. Mom carries the weight around here. She does soooooooo many things. I stay with her if she goes outside or to her office, but if she's doing inside chores, I stay close to Dad. It's safer there. It doesn't go well for me if Mom trips over me. She can yell really loud if I lay down behind her feet without telling her. 

I won't make THAT mistake again. 

So here it is this Saturday morning. Dad just got up so now me and Mom will go find out what the plan for the day is. Mom told me she wants to go check on Grandma's house so maybe I'll get to go for a ride. That would be really cool. 

I'm Deuce, and I like Saturdays!










Friday, January 10, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 10 - Winter is boring

I'm tired of winter. My paws get cold when I go outside. And the squirrels aren't always out playing. I like to watch them and even chase them, sometimes. Winter is awfully boring. 

But there's hope! This morning Mom and I saw a chipmunk! He was a fast little sucker. Mom wondered what he was doing awake and outside his nest running around. It's supposed to get warm today, maybe in the fifties, so maybe the little bugger wanted to get a headstart on collecting more acorns. 

Anyway, I sniffed all over the ground where I saw him, but he'd vanished - again. I think I've seen him right there at that spot before. There was nothing to do but finish our walk and go back inside the house and wait for the sun to rise over the mountain. When that happens, maybe I can convince Dad to take me back outside. 

Winter is soooooooo boring. 




Thursday, January 9, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 9

1/9/2018
I had a really quiet day today. I took my usual walks. Mom takes me before she goes to work, and
Dad goes with me during the day. Then when Mom gets home we go again before it gets dark. But hey! The days are getting longer!

Hmmm. Are my parents telling me the truth about that? I hear them saying the days are longer, but I don't think so. Twenty-four hours is twenty-four hours, if you know what I mean. 

Mom asked me if I remembered what I was doing two years ago. Um, no. I'm a smart dog but I don't keep my calendar. My secretary, er, Mom does that. Anyway, two years ago I hurt my paw and had to go to the vet. He squeezed this sore bump and guck came out. It hurt! 

I don't go to that vet now. Mom didn't like it he didn't spray any numbing agent on before he squeezed so hard.

It's a good thing Mom and Dad look out for me. Even on quiet days, it's good to be the pack. 




Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 8 - It Snowed!

It snowed yesterday! What fun! Mom took a video of me while we were outside (after she came home from work) and she says we're going to let the video speak for Day 8. Sounds good to me!


Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 7 - Just me and Dad again

January 6, 2017
It's a Tuesday and Mom had to go back to work. Her schedule will go back to normal now. She says "more or less" normal and I think I know what's going on. Mom wants to be home with me and Dad all the time. I think she's planning something. 

It's really quiet when Mom is not home. Dad and I watch TV a lot, and he plays on his computer. It's too cold for him to be outside. He'll take me out a couple of times a day, but he won't stay out. I could stay out for a little while without him and sniff around the back yard, but it's no fun if he's not with me. 

Mom asked me if I remembered my very first snow. It was three years ago yesterday. We went out before the sun came up to play in it. Mom threw the Frisbee for me. I miss being able to play with the Frisbee, but it would damage my leg more so I can't. Mom lets me chew on one every now and again, though. 

We were talking about snow when we went to bed last night. When we walked down to get the mail yesterday, Cousin Dave told Mom the roads had been brined and she said it was okay, that she was taking the truck to work whether it snowed or not. 

I knew it! I'm not going to get a ride today. Bummer, dude.

***January 7th Note from Mom: It did indeed begin to snow between eleven and noon on January 7. Deuce's Dad reported they've been outside to see the snow. 


Monday, January 6, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 6 - That's my truck

Mom and Dad worry me sometimes. I heard them talking about maybe making a run to the dumpster. I know what that means - a ride in my truck! 

I really thought it was going to happen. Mom took a trash bag out and put it into the bed of the pickup and everything.

I went along to keep an eye on her. You know - so she wouldn't leave without me. Then she went back into the house and I heard her tell Dad she'd drive the truck on Tuesday and dump the trash then. 

This helps ME how??








Sunday, January 5, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 5 - Keeping an eye on Loki

Back when I was a little guy, we had a cat named Shooter. He was older and he let me know right away I'd better not mess with him. So I didn't. Now we have Loki and I think that darn cat is out to get me in trouble! 

He KNOWS I don't like it when he gets between me and my favorite inside ball, but what does he do? Mom says a picture is worth a thousand words. I was on my cushion, beside Mom's chair, and Loki strolled over and flopped down on the floor. Mom thought it was cute Loki turned and turned and turned in circles before he went down. I thought it was an annoying attempt to get me in trouble. 

I bet that cat thought I was going to pounce on him, but hey. I did not. I just kept my eyes on him until he stretched out and went to sleep. I was good and stayed with Mom. 

He's lucky he didn't make a move to get my ball. I'd have shown him who the Big Dog really is. 



Saturday, January 4, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 4

It's another rainy day. Mom took me outside to ...you know... and she stood at the edge of the patio while I went up the hill and said, "I'm not impressed." Mom says that a lot and today I'm right there with her. 

Then she walked up to see what I was sniffing. I don't know what it was, but it was interesting for a few minutes. She took my picture because, well, I'm me and it is thirty days of ME!

The good thing is, whatever it was I smelled, I did not roll in it. Rolling in stuff is BAD. Mom gets all worked up when I roll in stuff. She gets the hose out to wash me and that water is really cold, so I can't say I like what happens when I roll in it, either. 

It's Saturday and I'm going to stuck inside a lot. Mom says we need to be on the lookout for squirrels. Once we see the squirrels running around, we can go for a short walk. I didn't know that those little varmints can tell you went it's not going to rain for a while. But Mom says they're good indicators of when it's going to rain or snow. 

Being inside a lot might have a few perks since Mom is home with me and Dad. Maybe she'll make something good for lunch that I can have a spoonful of to taste. That would be a good thing for me.



Friday, January 3, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 3 - Roombas are noisy

Mom and Dad have this gizmo called a Roomba. It's this little round thing that glides over the floors and scoops up my shed fur. 

I don't like it.

It's noisy and it runs into things. Dad has it programmed to come on in the middle of prime nap time. Around and around it goes, and sometimes it drops a big wad of my fur and then has to go back to pick it up again. 

I can be napping, minding my own business, and the Roomba will head straight for me. I don't like it. I've even hopped up into Mom's chair to get away from it. 

Mom says it's helpful even if it doesn't get all my fur off the floor. I mean, she still has to run the little cordless vac when she gets home from work. It seems like I shed fur all day, every day. 

It's a good thing Mom loves me. 


Thursday, January 2, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 2

I love to be outside when stuff isn't falling from the sky and landing on my head. Well, snow isn't all that bad because it only happens a few times a year. Anyway... Mom and I went out for a short walk between rain showers. There were squirrels everywhere! I saw one way down in the yard so I went down to check it out. Then I realized I had to run all the way back up the hill.

Mom did warn me but I didn't listen. I still got a treat when we finally went back inside the house.


Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Thirty Days of Deuce - Day 1

Happy New Year! Mom says it's the year 2020, not that I know what that is. We stayed up really late last night to watch the ball drop. Hey! I remember now! We've done that before. It's a Mom and Dad thing. The neighbors got a little rowdy, but we were quiet.

Mom says she wants us to try something special to kick off 2020. She says we're going to do Thirty Days of Deuce. I like it! That's thirty days of ME! 

We'll try to get a good picture of me every day and post it at my blog. It sounds hard, but it should be fun. Mom said the challenge will be to get different pictures of me. I need to behave and be still so I see what she means. 

We're off to a good start. First up is me having breakfast. I love breakfast. Mom put a cup of chow in my hex and I settled down to play with my food. 

Remember - be the pack in 2020. It's the best!