Wow, or should I say Woof. I haven’t written to my blog for almost a month. I am lazy. There is a famous quote that describes me – The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. Really I am not lazy – I just wanted to use that famous quote and also make sure all of the keys worked on the computer key board. Busy is what I have been.

I am getting way too comfortable here. I started barking. Not a lot – just maybe once or twice a day. If there is a problem with that it is [according to Mom & Dad] that I do it anytime. I don’t care if the sun is out, the moon is out or it’s raining out. I bark. I barked a lot at fireworks. Not sure why I barked so much – I thought fireworks were illegal. Not in Hubertus – the party started a week before July 4th and went for the week past. All of my barking was happy barks. Mom didn’t feel the love of the barks. Maybe it was a timing thing. Once she goes to sleep she doesn’t like to be woken up. I should know that – Dad has told me scary stories about getting Mom up when she didn’t want to be. Somehow Dad thinks he was a hero when he heard water running during the middle of the night when they lived in Lake Villa and it wound up being a broken water main. All Mom remembers is not getting to sleep through it.

You know who is really busy? Sis. This is the honest truth. She was gone for almost two weeks. You know how I know she was gone, I get a treat-filled Kong in the morning when she is gone. I’m not sure where – but I did request a little one-on-one time with her riding boots when she got back the first week.. Good smells! Anyways she left on Sunday, came home the following Saturday at noon, left for some dumb Girl Scout thing at 2:00, came home around 10, stayed up really late, left the house at 11:00 on Sunday and did not come home until Thursday evening. No good smells from the second trip – some stupid leadership training thing. And the story goes on. On Friday morning she went to some cool Girl Scout thing. I know it was cool because I got to go along to pick up her up and it was a dog boarding place. Now talk about smells . . . Speaking of smells – I really felt close to Sis when she chomped on a corn dog in the car on the way home. I love life and I love living here!! Yes I did give the sad eyes and got a piece of the corn dog – she even made me wait until it cooled down. I have almost got Sis where I have Mom. She can’t resist the sad eyes.

Dad is no fun. This morning on my walk [not really a walk since he leaves me off leash and I run and run and run] I rousted up something in the field. As I was running Dad got a worried look on this face [not that I was paying any attention to him]. He was yelling “RILEY GET OVER HERE; RILEY COME: HEY YOU DUMB MUTT . . .” [not that I was paying any attention to him]. So then starts to run towards me. I know things were getting serious then because running through a field where dogs run of leash is like walking in a minefield. Anyways he gets to me just as I was sticking my face into a hole in the ground – with excellent smells. Still not sure why Dad was so concerned. What was more interesting was the reaction from Mom when he told her that I he thought I was chasing a skunk. Those are cute animals aren’t they? Kinda cute like me?