I am messing with them again. Remember the no barking rule? Not during fireworks. Yes sir – woof-woof-woof-woof-woof and then “shut up you damn dog someone is trying to sleep.” It’s too bad I can’t hear him. You can’t hear when you’re barking. Anyways why is he complaining? He’s the one always trying to teach me to bark. Well grasshopper – your student was listening and now I am barking!

Sis is nuts! She is going to the Boundary Waters with Whitney. I don’t think she has figured out that the bathrooms are pretty much like mine. Look around, maybe sniff a little, do the deed, kick back the grass with your rear paws, walk away and then let Dad pick up the mess. To be honest I enjoy the whole pooping outside thing – I don’t think little Miss “can’t go out of the house without a full shower and makeup” is going to find being close to nature so much fun. Of course she will be away from Mom and Dad for the week and with that in mind she may put up with inconvenience. In fact I think Sis could live on the moon and survive if it got her away from the parents.

The family went to a shower [not the one hour kind Sis takes] and anniversary party today. Dad said his cat lady cousin laughed when she heard about my blog. Too bad cats are too dumb to write. With that in mind I guess I get the last word – WOOF!