September 1, 2009

Oh dear....it's been a whole month since my last blog. Not much has happened.....well, unless you count the time I got in sooooooo much trouble with my daddy. Oh, he was mad. I mean, he was really, really, really mad.....but, it wasn't all my fault. I mean, ya gotta remember I'm a dog. D O G. Dog. And sometimes, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, right?

So here's what happened.....Mommy had given Daddy some huckleberry taffey. Daddy loves taffey and when he was younger, could eat it by the boatload. Well, he still could now, except now he has dentures, and it tends to stick to them. Soooo....you can see where this is going, can't you?.....he took them out and put them on the table next to where he sits and commenced to eat taffy.......suck on it, actually, or gum it to death...whichever you prefer.....when....ta da!! Nature calls....and off he goes into the bathroom.....And there I was, sitting right next to his chair...and his dentures on the table next to his chair....and the urge was just too great. I tried, honestly, I really tried to ignore the urge.....I looked at them first....then I sniffed......then licked.....then grabbed the lowers and ran into the kitchen to hide under the table and CHEWCHOMPGRIND!! Oh, they made the most wonderful noise, and I'm so into noises with my chewing. So when Daddy came out to see what I had, it was just too late!! All he could find were a couple of teeth. I'd eaten the rest. He found the rest the next day.....outside.....in a brown pile. Sick man, looking at my droppings.....but I didn't get sick or anything....I just had to spend a whole lot of time in my kennel and get yelled at a lot. Sometimes life just throws you a curve.....or a denture.....and you've got to go with it, ya know? Tonight it was the butter......but that's another story for another day.

Hope you are all well out there in computer land. I'll be back after this weekend's camping trip, OK?

Love to all, Juni