Ok, a little more about the cheese balls I have been getting.

I overheard my mom and dad talking today. Right now, I am getting 2 cheeseballs, 2 times a day. Mom told dad the cheese costs $7.19 per pound. The cheese is really yummy. To my doggy pals - this cheese is just the best. The cube that's left, though, is just getting smaller and smaller. Pretty soon, there isn't going to be any of it left. I can do the math here. No good cheese left = no more good treats for me. I am not stupid on this one.

I am a little bit concerned though, it sounded like mommy is putting something in the cheese balls. I might have to check this out a little closer tonight. She was talking that the cheese only needs to last for 7 more times.

Mom told dad that when the $7.19/pound cheese is gone, there won't be any more jumping in the cart at the store. Not until she needs white cheddar cheese to make Shepard's pie for company again.

SO- as a confused pup here - it is OK for company to eat $7.19 cheese, and OK for the dog of the house to eat it as leftovers. But it isn't OK for the dog of the house to have it as a regular snack. Something just isn't right here, if you ask for my opinion.

And, my mom is trying to sing to me:
Oh a little bitty cheese ball helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down! Oh a little bitty cheese ball helps the medicine go down, in the most delightful way.

She says it is a real song. I just don't believe her. She says it is from the movie Mary Doggins.

Oh well, I am going to find a nice sunny spot in the house to lay down and think about this.

Ok, it's been a while since I posted.

This is the update.

I almost went home with the guy from the well company. Apparently, we live in the country. We have wells. That is where my water comes from. The well. The well was causing some problems. My dad thought it was the pump. That's why the well guys were here. One of them was really nice. He was giving me lots of attention. As you may know, I'm a sucker for attention. I would've gone home with him, but my dad said no. He said mom might miss me a lot. Oh yeah, forgot about her for a couple of hours.

Sorry mom, I won't talk to strangers any more. And sorry mom, I don't understand either why something 281 feet below the surface was such a $$big$$ deal either. Of course, had the pump failed when grandpa and grandma were over, there would have been fireworks. That would have been fun! Just kidding mom - REALLY - I am just kidding! Mom does want me to ask the well guys for the "cute doggie" discount. They have those - right?

Of course, that is not the really big news this week. Yep, WOOF # 7 occurred. Right about 11:30 last night. Dad was sleeping. Mom was sleeping. Sis was sleeping. I was sleeping. The window was open, because it was nice outside. There were some teenaged girls out walking last night. They weren't sleeping. They were actually quite loud and gigly. I sure gave them a "woof" of my mind.

Mom took me to the vet again. Second time in two weeks. That's OK though. Everyone is so nice there. They really like me. And even if I am not feeling tip-top, I am still wagging my tail. Kind of the same problem, they just moved the diagnosis to the large intestines instead. NOPE, I AM NOT TAKING MEDICINE FOR THIS. But my mom gave me a nice cheese ball when we got home. Actually it was 2 cheese balls. Probably because I was such a cool dog at the vet.

I need to go. It's a really nice day today, and I haven't even been on 1 single little walk outside yet. Have to go bother my mom and dad about this. Can't bother sis though. She ran away from home. Took her sleeping bag and everything.

Later dudes!

The humility of it all.

My new cousin Copper came over to visit yesterday. We had fun, 'cept my dad made me eat dinner in the bathroom.

I tried really nice to share my toys. I have enough t-balls for many doggy friends. But Copper went swimming in my waterbowl instead.

And, Copper thinks that I am a climbing gym. Guess what? I'm not.

Guess what I suggested to my mom and dad? We need a revolving door at our house. See, on Friday, dad went to pick up Jake. Then dad, sis and Jake went somewhere. All day. After mom got home, then Ken and Kris came over. Then dad, sis and Jake came home. Then Ken and Kris and Jake left. Right away, then Grandma and Grandpa came over. They stayed over night. I went on a really long walk with mom and grandma on Saturday. Then mom, grandma and grandpa left, and then came back. Then grandma and grandpa left, then mom, dad and sis left.


I'm not sure, but in all of this coming and going, I don't think my grandma and grandpa gave me any treats. Maybe I was just too dizzy from all the company, and I didn't notice if they gave me treats.

Good thing I got an afternoon nap in.

Cuz, then Copper came with his people Kurt, Sharon and Joey. We played outside first, and then came in the house. My mom made a new rule for when I have playdates. No doggies in the family room. Something about the nice carpeting. Then a little bit later, Mark, Wendy and Cyndi came.

I'm not sure, but in all of this coming and going, I don't think my grandma and grandpa gave me any treats. Maybe I was just too dizzy from all the company, and I didn't notice if they gave me treats.

A bunch of us went on a long walk after the 2-legged people ate dinner. And then eventually, all the people went home, and it was just my family and me. I slept really good last night.

So - I wasn't feeling too good yesterday. That was Easter. Mom and dad were a little concerned about me. Sis too.

I still wasn't feeling better today, so dad took me to the vet. He was home all day. So was sis. Mom was gone all day.

I have some sort of a gland infection, and I didn't really enjoy this visit to the vet. Luckily, at least there were treats at the vet.

I did think mom tried to get some medicine down me tonight. Luckily, I just settled for 2 cheese balls instead.

I just need to face the facts.

I've turned into a mama's boy. Don't get me wrong. I like my dad and sis just fine. But I've turned into a mama's boy.

Unless someone is talking treats to me, taking me on a walk or playing fetch with me, I like to be by my mom. I'm not sure when this happened. But it did.

Luckily, mom doesn't mind. Nope, not at all.

Oh oh. If I weren't so good-looking, I'd be in trouble. BIG trouble.

Apparently, Dad thinks I prefer to sleep on his pillow during the day 10 times more than any other part of the bed. The only reason he thinks this is because he thinks there is 10 times more dog hair on his pillow today than any other part of the bed.

Personally, I think dad would be much more relaxed about the whole situation if he just wouldn't try to over analyze the situation.

Oops. I got busted.

Late tonight, 'bout 10:30...

I was just laying close to my mom. It is pretty much what I do every night. Mom just enjoys the peace and quiet, watching a little TV. I enjoy the belly rubs. It is what we do every night. 'Cept for tonight.

Someone came in the house at 10:30.

I greeted the intruder with a "woof". Hi Sis! She just came home from babysitting.

Sis gave me a couple of pats on the head, and then she went to bed. I don't understand why mom wouldn't let Sis play with me. Oh well.

Officially recorded...Woof # 6.