August 25, 2009 in Travel
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.