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!