Since Mom is so busy, she asked me if I would write a post today. (It's slow going, because my paws are so big, so sometimes they hit several keys at once, and I have to erase and begin again.) My day is usually spent napping on the couch in between sessions of playing fetch, so I figured, I have the time...
|This is a photo of me as I contemplate where I will take my next nap...|
In the hall? On the futon? By the door? So many decisions...
I admit, I have an easy life. I get fed two meals every day and even though I eat the same thing every day, I don't complain. It's pretty tasty stuff! During the sweltering summer months, I suck up the air conditioning right along with Annie, the senior citizen I live with, and my mom and dad. When the snow piles up, no worries. I can go outside and play in the drifts if I choose, but otherwise, I curl up on the couch where it's cozy and warm.
|This is a picture of Love a Golden's booth at a dog rescue event. Humans bake dog treats and spend their free time selling things so there is money to rescue more dogs. Look them up at http://www.loveagolden.com/. (That's our president. She doesn't get any money for all the work she does, just like all the other unpaid "workers." I give them a rating of "four paws out of four.")|
I only do one thing that makes my family look at me in mean ways. I love to chew. Sofa pillows. Shoes. (Only my mom's shoes. My dad says his are too stinky, too smelly to even tempt a dog!) Any paper within my reach. Bags of bread. (I not only eat the bread, but I tear and rip the plastic wrapper until bits of it are strewn all over the floor.) Now the house looks a little different. All the pillows are put away, the bedroom doors are closed while us two dogs are alone during the day, and Mom does a final "security check" before she leaves in the morning. Shoes? Put away, check. Bread on top of the microwave or way back up against the wall on the table? Check. Doors closed so they "click" shut? Check. Any mail or papers or magazines or books set up out of reach? Check.
I know what you're going to say. I've tried. I've tried to blame Annie on the mischief I make. (Hey, before you look aghast, she's deaf, so she wouldn't be able to hear Mom and Dad admonish her and she's also forgetful, so her shame would pass in an instant...) The two-leggers are not buying my scam. They know that nothing ever got chewed up before I came along, so I can never escape the well-deserved reputation of being the Chewinator.
I suppose this is a long enough post. I hope my mom is happy with it. She had this idea when one of her blogging friends Lisa Ricard Claro had her two grand-cats write a post! Yuck! Cats! They make me even more crazy than squirrels!