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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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...
