Wednesday, May 9, 2012


In the mornings, I love it when my family makes their lunches.  Dad always drops a cracker or two for us, and while the other members of my family don't, I am always there waiting, hoping, wishing, for them to drop something too.

The hardest mornings are the ones like today, when my brother and his friends are literally scooping out spoonfuls of peanut butter and eating them right in front of me.  He knows I love peanut butter more than anything!

This morning he makes a mad dash into the dining room, with a spoon of peanut butter and tells Mom he can't eat it all, what should he do? And she told him to just set it on the kitchen counter, she would use it for her lunch.

He set it down and ran out the door to go to school.

Aha!  I saw my chance and I seized it!

And that is how Mom walked into the kitchen to find me with my feet on the counter, licking the peanut butter spoon.

In my defense, he did leave it right on the edge of the counter.  He either wanted me to have it or he was taunting me with it.

Either way, I win!  Peanut Butter, it's what's for after breakfast snack!

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

My Business Is Good

I consider myself to be in the business of sniffing.  I have side businesses in eating, napping, barking and sneaking.  Yes, I sneak.  I sneak upstairs when anyone forgets to close the dog gate.  I sneak into the kitchen to tip over the garbage can.  I sneak into Mom's room and make myself cozy on the pillows.  I sneak outside to  lie in wait for the mailman.

But my biggest business is sniffing, and since we've been on a walk shortage (Mom was sick and then her bad knee started behaving very badly) the times we do get out to walk, we are overwhelmed with things to sniff!

Sure, it's the same routes we always walk, but I can't tell you how many people have walked by!  Or other dogs!  Or cats or birds or I don't even know what that scent was, but it was awesome!

I'm in the business of sniffing, and my business is good!

I only wish Mom wouldn't rush us.  She keeps insisting on actually walking, when I just want to stand and sniff every single blade of grass to make sure I don't miss anything.  She says that isn't walking, but I insist it's all part and parcel of this wonderful thing called walks!