Since Tuesday I have been living at the little house again. I'm not a fan.
Tuesday night we came back from the farm very late. I get pills to ride in the car now, so I do not hate it as much as I used to. Also, Marty has decided I should eat dinner in the car so I will hate it less. This is dumb, but she has been making better dinners, so I'm going along with it for now.
Wednesday night we had school at the place where I went for puppy fight club. Marty has a new rule that Joyce and Nita can only give me a few treats on school days. This is a bad rule and I hate it. We have two classes in a row now (say it together with me: Marty is crazy.) We're getting ready for a big citizenship test. Usually I sleep through the second class, but this time I actually stayed awake.
Thursday night H. Bill came over for dinner with his littermates. I hadn't seen them in SO LONG, but I am not sure they missed me at all. After they left I had puppy crazies for a long time.
Speaking of people I haven't seen in a long time, Friday afternoon I FINALLY got to go back to the park. I had my special pulling harness on and I pulled the whole way there. Navidson and Dan were already there when we got there. Mostly I played fetch and ignored Navidson because I am a bad friend, but we did practice sitting in chairs together. I don't know why. Navidson is really good at it. I am not.
After we got back from the park, I took my riding in the car pills and after a little while we went in the car to Mr. Tripoli's house! Mr. Tripoli and my grandhumans were already asleep when we got there, but I woke them up to say hello. We stayed for breakfast with my grandhumans and I took more riding in the car pills, and then we left. My humans are crazy.
We were supposed to go straight back to the farm, but the crazies decided we should take a break and go for a walk first. This is the same park that we went to once before when I was a puppy. I was pretty wound up, so I took Lyle for a run. After we got back in the car, we dropped Lyle off somewhere and then Marty and I went to the townhouse instead of the farm. It took FOREVER.
Saturday my human sibling brought her kids to visit me at the farm. They'd never been to the farm before. I wanted to show them around, but they think I am too big. (I am a big dog!) I was going to show them fetch, but I am SO BIG and SO FAST that it was scary for them (plus I knocked them down the last time they visited and we played fetch and that was inside) so I had to play STUPID FETCH where Lyle rolls the ball to me and I have to roll it back. THIS IS NOT FETCH!
Jackson (he's the littlest one) was eating dirt. I tried to convince him that mulch is EVEN BETTER than dirt, but he thought the dirt was yummy enough.
They picked a lot of strawberries (I had to wait in the house) and then they had hot dogs (I did not get one). I did walk on a leash with Lily (she's the biggest one, but she is still not even half as big as me, human puppies must be on a REALLY slow growth formula) and not pull her over. I even showed her why dogs are better than cats (one of numerous reasons: dogs poop outside, cats poop in the house).
I'm glad my human nieces and nephews came up to visit, but I have to continue my campaign to be allowed to hang out with them instead of having to be on my leash the whole time.
I went right in and jumped on the scale and then went right to the door, JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED. But no, Marty made me sit down by the chairs. That's when I knew this was going to be a bad visit. I started trying to escape, but Marty and Lyle were both there and they wouldn't let me. They tried to get me to eat treats, but I didn't want any.
Marty came home early and got me and we went to the farm. At least I got to play with Joyce and Nita first this time. My grandhuman is at the farm again! We hung out and I got to play with Ziggy, but mostly I had to be inside because I was "stepping on berries". I don't know what that means. Marty says she does not have time to train me and pick berries at the same time. Maybe she should have thought of this before the berries were ready, hmm? 
Yesterday we had another episode of exploding-butt-syndrome. When Marty and Lyle got home from work, SOMEONE had left poop on the floor. I tried to blame my raccoon, but I am not sure they were buying it. And when we went outside my butt kept exploding. But other than that I feel great. 
Marty was gone all day, so I was really excited to see her when she got home. She thought I was being crazy, so we went out on the deck. I got treats for putting my feet on the chair. I am pretty sure Marty is up to something, but I don't know what yet.
