Just Another Week

 I've been too tired to blog because of the exhausting yard work that I've been doing.

Dig, dig, dig, dug, dug, dug, dump the dirt and start over. Apparently it's very hard work to break up soil so grassy grasses will grow in the state of Merryland.

It's really sandy dirt, and clay dirt, and lots of rocks and bottles, and cans, and the trailer tire, the rusty jack, the small fishing vessel, and weeds.

Ok, I put the small fishing vessel in there to make sure you were paying attention.

Don't worry Toast, I won't let this dirt blow away

This dirt isn't very tasty

Get off the dirt pile? Nope.

There's been other work around the house.

We had people come and rip out the old house cold box and replace it with a new house cold box. I approve of this, as the new house cold box makes the house extra chilly and I'm all about the chilly, especially after a hard day of sitting in dirt.

Gotta cool off the nether regions

Then more people came and drilled and hacked and clinked around and viola, we have a water spigot on the back of the house so Bleeder and Toast can water the new grassy grass they are trying to grow... and put a barrier around for some strange reason. Is it going to be like a grass zoo? Come see the Zoysia in its natural habitat.

It's not like I'd run over there and dig it all up and eat it... or something like that... no, not me.

There's going to be more people coming to give me a better window to watch the neighborhood, and also something about cutting down a tree... better not be my favorite tree.

I am enjoying my new coffee table though. It's not as fun as the old coffee table because it's very slippery and I can't walk on it, but it does lift up during dinner time so that my snooter is the exact same height as the plates and well... a pup has to sample things.

Ya gonna eat those scraps?

Toodaloo for now.

-Casey-

Working Breeds Gotta Do It All

This whole Dig Dug the Backyard thing has turned into something annoying. 

I was told we'd be digging holes, which is fun, but there are rules, and one of the rules is: when we cover the holes with soft, sniffy dirt, and then sprinkle them with some form of grass seed, we are NOT allowed to slide in at a run and dig the hole again.

WHAT IS THAT ALL ABOUT???

I lay in the shade until I hear the BLEEP BLOOP SQUEEEEE sound and wait until the first shovel full is pulled out.

Then I race over like a gazelle and get in the way

After my OSHA inspection, a saunter off to inspect other aspects of the work site

This sifter is dirty, it must be cleaned

Then, when the hole is of sufficient size, I must try it on for size.

When I get too rambunctious, Toast asks Bleeder to lure me away and entertain me. Now I don't know about you, but I do like a rousing game of Wolf and Caribou, and when I say Caribou, I mean Bleeder. 

It's all fun and games in the winter because she dons the cloak of protection, and the gloves of security, and the boots of... boots, and we go full tilt fight mode.

In the summer, she can't wear all of that, it's too hot (I get it, I'm furry, it gets hot under all this fur), but we can't rough play... so I suggested that perhaps she get one of those attack dog training outfits, or just wrap herself in bubble wrap. Not only can I chase and attack her, but it would be entertaining rolling her around and popping those things.

That would be fun. Instead she whips out some tasty packing paper and runs shrieking through the yard taunting me with it. That's fun too, but not as fun as bubble wrap.

A New Super Hero Is Born

 I don't talk, so when I want my water bowl filled: I choose violence

When it's time for bed: I throw Fashion Fluffy at Toast then stare at him.

When I want to play: I either launch myself at Bleeder's desk, or leg, and I mountain goat on Toast.

I am VIOLENT PUPPY

Bleeder said "VIOLENT" wouldn't fit... she's worthless

Talons so sharp, they puncture the thickest sleepy pants

Pointy, pointy elbows that jab into the sensitive creases of humans.

Toast claims that when I wake up Bleeder, I'm an adorable little fluffernutter that gently climbs onto her chest and licks her face gently. I'm pretty sure Bleeder will be more than happy to show you the gigantic left upper arm bruise of mammoth proportions that I left when I leapt onto the bed and slammed my front feety feet down there with all of my strength and weight.

Toast is harder to wake up and he's a flinger. He flings his arms around like he's chasing bees away (I've been told NO BEES), so my method of waking him up consists of leaping on the bed, leaping onto him, leaping off of him, and skittering off the bed. Sometimes it takes 2-3 efforts to get him out of bed.

Despite his flinging, he still shares pancakes with me on Sundays, and this Sunday was special... blueberry pancakes, my favorite.

Blueberries give me super powers... the power of napping

K9 Ballistic bed... just go buy it, very comfy

Blueberries help me hoard all of the papers!

Blueberries also helps me with my dig dug job of removing tree roots

I got it, give me a moment!

I'm not violent... just exuberant.

-Casey