Home Alone

I am in isolation!

Woo Hoo Aunt Becky's

I am not sure exactly what's going on, but Marty and Lyle put me in the car at bedtime and we drove to Aunt Becky's. 

After they unpacked my stuff (I have a lot of stuff) and after Aunt Becky justifiably chastised them for not getting me enough exercise, they went to bed. Not for long though, they got up almost right away and left me!  Aunt Becky was still asleep.    (I checked.)

I'm stuck in the kitchen with all my worldly belongings and a kong.

Done With More Classes

Despite my ongoing protests about having to ride in the car, we went to school last night for the last class in this session.  This was what Marty calls "Double Potions" which just means I have to be there twice as long as I should.  This time we did "Tricks for Clicks" and then "Real Life Skills" which I already have, but Marty said we should practice.

I showed the other dogs that I can open the fridge door and hand Marty a Kleenex when she sneezes. 




















In between classes we went out to the round pen to play fetch, and then I refused to walk back to school so Marty had to carry me (I thought we might have to get in the car).  For that class I showed them that I can put my toys back in my bag (which I have been able to do since I was a puppy) and that I can sit like a lion (Marty calls this "sit pretty"). 















We also practiced not eating chicken bones left on the ground and being polite when our humans want to run their mouths.

After class, Marty tricked me into going outside and then put me in the car and we went to the farm.  There was some excitement there because a fox tried to play fetch with the chickens and got caught in the fence.  I did not get to see the fox because Animal Control had already come in the morning to get rid of it, but the fence is all torn up and I did get to help move the chickens.

We played more fetch and then we went back to the little house because Marty says she cannot trust me to cooperate in the mornings.  Yes, she actually said that.  Because SHE has such a good reputation for cooperating in the mornings.  Whatever, I hate her.

Playing With Chickens

One of the chickens came out to play fetch with me this morning.  She's not as fun as my ball!

Marty and Lyle grounded all the chickens for not staying in their fence and clipped their wings.  I'm glad I don't have wings, it's bad enough when they trim my toenails!

Beavers!

Marty and my great-grandhuman went to dinner at H.Bill's house to play with his new littermate today.  I wanted to go, but I did not want to ride in the car and Marty says it is too far to walk.  When they got back, Marty wanted to play on her computer (and she wasn't updating my blog), but I know she needs more exercise and clearly I should be the top priority at all times, so I waited until my Aunt Becky called and then I shamed her into taking me swimming at the little house.

Marty was not being sufficiently reinforcing for me to give back the bumper, and she was getting frustrated, and then something AWESOME happened.  I looked out into the water and I saw a LIVE BUMPER!  I swam out to retrieve it, and Marty threw the bumper in the other direction to see if I would be distracted, but I was NOT.  Unfortunately, the bumper made a giant splash and disappeared JUST as I was getting ready to grab it.  I looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it, so I decided I'd go ahead and get the bumper that Marty had thrown.

After I brought that back, I saw the LIVE BUMPER again, so I went back out to get it, but it splashed and disappeared AGAIN.  Marty tried to convince me to come out of the water, but I did not.  She tried to convince me for a long time, and she broke the string on one of my not-live bumpers and lost it.  I lost the other one because I had it when I went to grab the LIVE BUMPER and I don't know where I left it.

I didn't actually fetch the LIVE BUMPER at all, and Marty caught me and dragged me up to the house and hosed me off (but she's nicer about it than Lyle is) and now I am on swimming restriction indefinitely.

Mr. Tripoli Is Babysitting Me

Marty and Lyle came home early and I THOUGHT we were going to the farm, but we got in the car for a long time and when we got out we were at Mr. Tripoli's house.  I went right in to say hello, and guess who else is here?  SOPHIE!!

I played ball outside for a long time. Sophie and Mr. Tripoli were outside too, but they didn't get to fetch.  Even though they are allegedly retrievers, they do not have a proper appreciation for what to do with a ball.






Eventually, Marty decided I was too tired to keep playing.  The crazies and my grandhumans left to go to a party for Sophie's humans, and we are home alone.  Mr. Tripoli is in charge of us!

Swimming For An Audience

My great-grandhuman is visiting us at the little house tonight, and he wanted to watch me swim.  Even though I swim at the farm all the time, he had NEVER come to watch.  At the little house, you can see me swimming without having to walk to the lake.  Lyle is really getting good at throwing the bumpers WAY out there.



I was so awesome that our neighbors came out and turned all their chairs around so they could see me too.  They were very excited to see how awesome I am and they stayed and watched me for a long time.  I was swimming so well, people from the OTHER side of the lake stopped their cars to watch me and take pictures!

Eventually I had to come in because Lyle was making me chicken to share with my great-grandhuman and it was done.  I didn't have to get a bath, but Lyle SPRAYED me with a hose.  I did NOT like it.  After that Marty rubbed towels all over me and my great-grandhuman said he was impressed by what a good swimmer I am!

After dinner we went downstairs to watch the fake humans and I snuggled with my great-grandhuman.  I am not sure he has much practice at snuggling puppies, but I am trying to teach him.