A Follow Up on My Guest..And Some Unrelated Material

 


Well readers, I feel I must apologize for my guest blogger.  I was under the pretense that her post would be intellectually stimulating, a comment on international affairs, a prediction for the 2012 election, her thoughts on the current economic state of our country, and the question on everyones mind - will Nadal regain his #1 position after his loss at Wimbledon? I in no way could anticipate that instead she would share the love sick poetry of a young, infatuated, silly silly girl.

The fourth of July really was something. The ride down took 3 hours, 3 luxurious hours spent laying on an enormous dog bed that took up the entire back seat.  Every once and a while I'd crawl into the front seat to sit on my mom's cousins lap so she could stroke my head.  I'd also occasionally rest my head on the space between the front seats so that I could stare at my mom better.  The trip was a whirlwind.  I've never been somewhere where the rules applied to the outdoors essentially apply to the indoors as well.  There were sticks EVERYWHERE, and I. adore. sticks.  Sticks to tug on, sticks to chew on, sticks to eat, sticks to steal from Fiona (of course stealing implies it was difficult and of course it wasn't - given that she fell in love with me instantly).  I was allowed on all furniture, sprinting at full speed was tolerated and I even peed to mark my territory and didn't get in trouble! (Though mom squawked at me and again uttered under her breath how humiliated she was - please, if I had a nickel). The fun didn't stop there, Fiona and I played tug of war for easily 8 hours over a 48 hour period. Even though she outweighs me by at least 30 pounds, I prevailed nearly every time.  I also ate the eyes off of her favorite Bear which I'm very remorseful about.

Every day we were there I got to go on really really long walks, always with my mom and Fiona and/or  Rum Gum, and their respective mothers.  We trotted through the fields and the woods and at some point I contracted poison ivy which I promptly transferred to my mother's sensitive skin by sitting on her shorts-clad legs. She was not pleased, but also unsurprised.

While Fiona is a victim of her own girlish ways, I must say her birthday party was just too much fun and I was overjoyed to be there celebrating with her.  I love creeks, the wilderness and outdoorsy things that smell bad. AND I finally got to have frosty paws which were delicious but sadly unsettling to my stomach if you know what I mean.  Though that didn't stop me from eating mine and finishing Rum-Gums.

Anyhow, the fourth of July was fantastic and I truly truly enjoyed myself.  While I have been working on my dexterity, my handwriting isn't quite where I would like it or else I'd send the clan a thank-you card.  This post will have to do.  And to my dear Fiona, I love you too - even if we are related.

Exhausted after the birthday party. 

Mom giving me swimming advice 

FINALLY.

In other news, I've been spending some time at my Aunt Phoebe's house with her dog Milo.  I also love their house because just about anything and everything I find can be consumed or converted into a toy.  I could easily get lost for hours in the various bedrooms full of delicious nick-nacks, laundry carelessly strewn about the floor, and tissues spilling out of the trash can.  My favorite room isn't a room so much as a cabinet which contains Milo's food, dog toys, dog bones, dog leashes and bags.  The other night while mom and her friends had dinner and drank wine over a game of Apples to Apples I ventured into this cabinet and set up shop.  About 15 minutes later I heard mom yelling for me, but I didn't come.  I heard Aunt Phoebe yell for me, but I didn't come.  I heard my mom yell that she was leaving and still, I didn't come.  She searched the whole house and I heard her frantically ask the girls whether one had opened the front or back door, they hadn't.  It was about that moment that Aunt Phoebe opened the cabinet to find my face in Milo's dog food bag with a leash tangled around my leg.  You can imagine my mom's reaction.