You are browsing the archive for 2009 August.

Avatar of Flea

by Flea

Road = Trip!

August 25, 2009 in Travel

You a'ight in the back, Dad?

Geepees! What a fricky weekend! Mom and Dad and I went to the up state. I felt sort of near my littering place of Medina (pronounced med-eye-nah, for you city bloggees) NY, even though we were only about half way there, in the Catskills (um, btw… cat skills? As Bruno would say, “Icht don’t think so!” Darf!). But check it out… here I am in the front seat with Mom, on a little drive in Woody and Milly’s car. Did you notice all the blue stuff? I mean, someone’s kindof well color-coordinated, yes? Rabies tag, Nokia phone, upper windshield tint. Coincidence?

OK. Deep pant. I’ve comed down some, so I can tell you a bit more about our weekend. So… Woody and Milly bought a house that they call a fixer upper. It came with a big bunch of outside, too. I mean, maybe I’ve been in the city for a bit long, but their outside is so outsidey! Woaf! The grass is wet in the morning, even if it doesn’t precipitate in the dark time . Dad said there was a heavy Jew that made the grass wet, but I would have barked if somebody had done that, especially a heavy person. I also don’t understand why Dad would mention that this heavy person was Jewish… what difference does that make to the grassy wetness? Sometimes I think my dad is imaginationing stuff. Frinstance, there were huge birdies flying around, and Dad was nervley that one might pick me up and carry me off to his next for eating me there. Youch! What a thought to have! When he told me that, I was nervley too, for a few smallish timeunits, but then I got to thinking that I would just turn around and bite the birdy’s face clean off, and then glide down to the wet grass all gently and probably get some nice yummish treaties for doing that. Everything under control!

Something strangeĀ  happened during the dark time when we were in the insidey part of the fixer upper though. My mom and dad didn’t bring my kennel with us and they wanted me to sleep in their bed with them instead. I useded to think this would be the greatest thing that might never happen, but the realitude was quite difference! I might just find a spot of comfortable and then one of my humans would (without warnings, I have to say!) move their big human bodies and if I didn’t have my Jackie wits about me, I could end up looking like a broken-coated pancake dog. Youch and double-youch! I got kindof useded to sleeping with one eye opened so I’d have a bit of a chance to scamp out of the way, and usually I’d be kindof exhausted by the time the chip monk would start his chitty-chattering outside the window, and I’d sleep until way past citygetup time.

I’m looking forward to going back there to the fixer upper and being out in the outsidey part.

Woody says they're all called Fern.

Avatar of Flea

by Flea

Missing Alfie

August 21, 2009 in Friends

(If you see an empty space here, you have to reload the page. Don’t ask me why… I’m just a dog.)

You bloggees who’ve met me in dog form probably also know my friend, Alfie. He was staying with me for a bunch of big timeunits, but I woke up this morning and found him goned. Then, my memory reminded me that his dad picked him up last night (we were all having beers, which is why I didn’t memorize his leaving).

When Alfie was staying here, we could just play and play and play and play! Geepees! What a lot of tusselling! Sometimes he was a pain in my butty (not in the littery sense, I hasten to add!) since he got in the way of my snuggletimes with mom and dad, and we had to trade food bowls constantly during the eating periods. A few times, he even eliminated indoorly, just to make a point if Dad and him weren’t seeing nose-to-nose. Yuckadoodles! Why would you do that? Anywhich, Alfie is a wonderful friend, and friends have to put up with each others’ electricities, no matter which they might be. I’m kindof getting useded to him not being here after a whole sun-cycle timeunit, but I hope I’ll get to see him soon and grabble his sweet, oily beard. Hey! That reminds me… The oily beard gets the warm! Dad was watching an old TV show without coloring and a fat guy and a skinny guy were argumenting, and the skinny guy said that to the fat guy, and the fat guy got angery. Those two different human people seemed to be argumenting omnitime, but they really were lovely to each other. Just like Alfie and me.

I hope he signed up to my RSS feed, and gets this post. If so, sweet dreams with squirrels and bunnies and lamb lung treaties, my friend. I miss you.