Day 751: Meanwhile And Early On Saturday Mornin...

Fings is happenin round here and maybe just maybe sometime soon somebody gonna come cut and bale our grasses! Timin of the Lawn Dude quittin... along wif the torrential rains... has not made for a good situation in the back yard!

It it now to the point where the Mom ask us to send up flag so she can find the number two she pick up as we drop it! She watch us and all, but it still some time hard to find once we have run from it! Ha... You would fink it would be super easy to find the Bleu Number Teu on a counta... I not know how to say it wifout hurtin he feelins, so I say just this one word... ELEPHANT!

And as regards disproportionately big fings, I offer you this mutant Live Oak leaf!

And not to worry... I am on the scene to document conditions what exist at the base of the trunk.

Squirrels... Check. Birds... Check. Other Rodents... Check.

The Bleu... Check.

And now here is the Big Boy rushin to the In Of Doors...

Clearly in Second Position, the Bleu is beginnin to worry if I will capitalize on my options in Position One...

And FLOP... Yes, I will. I know the moment won't last, but I will revel in the fact that the tippy tip tippy tip is behind me. Big Boy do not understand bunker anxieties, so I like give him tiny taste [though it no where in same league. Not ever could it be. Just sayin].

The Bleu say 'please to the Mom, make the Luke move!'!

And here is just one last second wif me pretendin I do not know the Bleu wants to pass by me...

My blockade is all over in a matter of seconds. And I am good wif it... but I DO love the few seconds where I am in control of the Universe! Just sayin.

Day 453: 49 Fings I Love About My The Mom

For whatever and also various and sundry reason, I am moved this day to offer you stream of conscience exercise what entail list of first 49 fings what come to mind when I fink of love for my the Mom...

1. Handy wif a scoop - Input.


2. Handy wif a scoop - Output.


3. Darn good and attentive doorman.


4. Love for the me... and also the Bleu, of course.


5. Live for the me... and also the Bleu, of course.


6. Talented ear rubber.


7. Skilled chin scratcher.


8. Lovin cheek stroker.


9. Good bedtime story teller.


10. Understand how I feel a bout my slippers.


11. Licensed trolley driver, in somwhat good standin.


12. Sneak me cheese when the a lergic Bleu ain't lookin.


13. Her "pat pat pat" on the big bed.


14. Bring home the berry treats!


15. Song writer.


16. Song singer.


17. Moment capturer.


18. Home body. And home is where ever her boys are.


19. Trust teacher, but not learner.


20. World class bunker back rubber.


21. Brusher extra ordinaire.


22. Pitcher of patience. She boaf need it and got it.


23. A tendant to most ever single need.


24. CHL & the Bleu Bear psychologist.


25. If she ever get mad at the us, we not know it.


26. Ever so careful stepper overer.


27. Ever so careful shuffler a long floor in the darknesses.


28. Rubbin marathoner (to keep me & the Bleu on big bed).


29. Run miles for & behind a Luke who makes big break for adventure!


30. Speed not compromised by bloody stumps.


31. Rubber back rug and pillow placer in tub on stormy day.


32. Pill pocket filler.


33. Not just bolt-in-the-door allower... but insister!


34. Come from good stock... on a counta our Aunts & Uncles rock!


35. Bring home the fun stuffies!


36. Life / Weather Forecast = Schedule.


37. Devoted to helpin other boys & girls find 49 reasons & then some.


38. Hugger. Learned how to give em wifout me burpin.


39. Radar checkin maniac... gotta love that bout her.


40. Empafizer... she all ways is.


41. Mostly a tentive water bowl filler.


42. Somewhat a tentive floor mopper.


43. Knows just what and how to say perfect fing in lovin tone.


44. Calendar keeper when it count.


45. Frettin nurse, & also lump and bump checker.


46. Dance inspirer!


47. Alpha voice when serious, but say "excuse me" when it not.


48. Patient swim instructor.


49. Pushover for the Luke. Just sayin.

Day 442: Oops I Ate It!

Some few days ago, my good friends the Scout and Freyja, honor me wif fun award and invitation to play game... They say, "Luke have you ever been bad boy and ate what is not the yours?"

And then when I saw award, I immediately misread it... I thought it say "Poops I ate it!" and I thought, I got this one in the bag! But the Mom quickly correct me, so here go:

I am REALLY good boy when it come to the Mom food. I have never stolen any fing off of the counter (looked, sniffed but did not take) or the table or her plate.

As evidence, I offer you this pitcher... taken of me some 15 days after Hurricane Ike took my tricity, my cool airs, my frigerator, my lights, my tv, my compy... oops, I digress.

My point is that even when I pretty sure the Aunt Karen make the cookies for me, I yield to the Mom when she say "No Luke this is not for you".

And now here is where I must begin my confessions by revealing my indiscretions:

I am not such good boy wif the willpower and restraint when it come to backyard buffet. And what follows is collection (the Mom is wierd) of fings I have brought the Mom in my mouf...

One piece in this collection is missing, on a counta the Mom took it somewhere to be identified. Do you know what these are? No? They are the innerds of acorns.

The Mom is not sure if I ate the outerds or if the squirrels did, and I just picked up their mess. I ain't told yet... and I ain't tellin now! (It good for the Mom to wonder bout few fings)!

And this is real bad pitcher but you see is two rocks what the Mom has pulled outta my mouf. (Told you she was wierd... believe me now?).

And this is squirrel bounty what I bring to the Mom tonight, as she sit on the patio and watch me and the Bleu enjoyin our backyard and buffet.

For those wif the untrained eye, it is unripened pecan!

And so it can be concluded that I really never stole nuffin of the food kind from the Mom. Really, I never did...

Ok, there was this one time, but I am not sure this can be considered stealin... I will let you decide.

Me and also the Bleu (of course) board trolley for destination unknown. Now I am pretty smart boy and I know well in advance when trolley is bein prepared for excursion on a counta the Mom finks she is sneaky and it is dead give-a-way.

So's anyway, the Bleu is sittin and just barely but still whimperin and I am in co-pilot position wif the rear end in the back seat per stated rules and the front end is propped up on console... and the Mom has gone inside to shut off tv and set alarm.

Well... I just happen to notice in front passenger seat that the Mom has packed an "On Board Snack"! And I figure... well, I am on board. Let me snack!

And my-o-my these were tastiest Good Boy Luke snacks I have ever tasted and I thought this is too good to be true as I helped myself to more! And then the Mom open driver door and she say "O no, Luke... that was MY breakfast!"

I not sure it can be counted as stealin on a counta I was unsure that opened package of these fings were the Mom's intended breakfasts and not the mine on-board snack!

Eery-gardless... boy-o-boy were they good! And now any time I smell em... I question ole gal again, you sure these not Good Boy treats???

Wow! This was real fun to play!

I have not been on the compy not much at all lately, due to storms and the Mom's responsibilities to GRRH... but I would now like to now spin the Bleu five times and pick some friends to share this experience and award wif (and please accept my apologies if you have all ready received this!)...

Ok... that was fun to watch(!), and the Bleu, he landed on the followin friends:

Tank

Tucker and Daisy

Khyra

The OP Pack
NY Bully Brats

Now, here are the rules for this award:

1."When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching.
2.If you have never stolen any food, you must have been a really good pup!
3.You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward!
4.Next add the logo of this award to your blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving a message on their blogs."

Most of all HAVE FUN!!! I sure did!!!

Day 185: Sneaky Boy

Not only we got lit up tree wif stuff hangin on ever branch, but the Mom bags o stuff and boxes in colorful paper underneaf. And well bein somewhat a curious Luke, I decide sniff in each bag. Well sniffin led to rootin and next thing I know I got a octopus.

The Mom saw it and she say no it for Lovey, and she put it back. Minutes later I forget she say no but member the octopus, and I get it again. The Mom say no again then put big box in front of tree and then got busy in other room on this here computer... and then I member octopus again and go get him from behind box. Was almost caught cause box made sound when I hopped on top it... but made clean get-way.

Then when the Mom found me in the big bed with the colorful octopus, she nounce too late cause I had sucked it till soppin wet. I say sowwy and she say I should say sowwy to Cousin Lovey on a counta the Mom order octopus special for her and I steal and suck it.

So to Cousin Lovey, I sowwy. I not know much bout Christmas custom and did not see name on bag. Luke good boy who sometime do naughty thing.

I hate you missin out on Henry what I name him (8... get it?). I not steal him on purpose just thought surely mine... Merry Christmas! Love, Your Cousin Luke.

Day 157: The Great Escape

Nice relaxin mornin tho the Mom was busy workin, kinda borin and then we was invited to Mister Uncle T's Day Spa and we went.

Mixed feelins bout bein wif the herd. Way happy to see my Aunt Madison and Uncle Tom, and happy to see the herd and enjoy their home and yard, but got big feelins of timidation. Few step in the door and I'm lookin for the trolley keys. Gets better tho. Just gotta be patient.

Things much smoother this time and I all lovin them, they all lovin me and then I'm next for baff and I find hole in fence.

The Mom don't find this too much funny, but when I took off I thought I was still at Aunt Madison's and Uncle Tom's... and when I circled round, I thought I was headed back to the baff area...

Good neighbors helped me back to my Uncle Tom... and yeah, well, then who was lost!!! The MOM! Thought she was responsible and then she run way... make great escape. So Aunt Madison stay wif me, help calm my nerves... while Uncle Tom try to find the Mom.

Thinkin she not so accustomed to runnin street alone, might get hit by car. Got no tags no chip, might have to call volunteers, put out posters.

And then my Uncle Tom come back wif her! I all happy, and she all sorta mad but mostly happy. She call me word what rhyme with "you little bird", tell me she love me and kiss me on the nose.

All good and then I find that I next for baff, but that ok cause baff good and then the rubbin and brushin even better.

Had good day minglin wif herd on short leash thereafter. They all trustworthy, I not so much. But we gave the Mom many golden retriever samwiches which she love.

And my Bleu brother took great joy in many pine cones and sticks which made the Mom worry bout our quantity of those great treasures not sure why on a counta he never been and don't live here.

Clean, handsome, tired and the Mom is safe at home. I goin bed now. Good run relax you. Just ask the Mom.

Day 115: Saint Francis In One Peace

The Mom and I glued the torso and bird's head back on Saint Francis today... on a counta it was the right and just and holy thing to do and I need all manner of blessings, favors and strings he might can requisition and put in a good word for me with the Lord.

The head of his bird was broken off by winds a day before Ike hit, but it's on a counta me that he's been separated torso from lower extremities.

Ya see, it went like this... stuff outside went inside and then back outside but not in the same place, just in a place to get it outside from the inside. Luke saw squirrel. Luke leaped what he thought was over and mostly was ceptin poor old Saint Francis to chase said squirrel. Saint Francis fell to the concrete and broke in half at his elbows.

The Mom was upset and Luke felt bad (otherwise he would not speak about himself in the third dog). And the Mom said, and I quote... "I hope this does not come back to haunt us".

Well... neither of us is prepared to say whether it did or did not, but we both know our future is in the Good Lord's hands. Saint Francis took a fall to protect the squirrel that day. And I hope we made it up to him this day.

Day 110: O No... The T Word

Thunderstorm... which we had this morning.

Tantrum... which I threw this morning.

Ticked... which the Mom was when I wouldn't let her out the door, afterwards... and I was at her for leaving me.

Thankful... which I am for having a Mom willing to be really late to work in order to be here with me during the storm... and which the Mom is for me not still being ticked when she got home.

Time... which there is never enough of, particularly in the company of those you love.

Treasure... of which love is the best kind.

Troubles... which me and the Mom have known more than our fair (as I deem myself the proper judge of such things) share.

Tumor... which, I gather, for the Mom is a very scary word.

Tears... which she tries to hide but I see well up in the Mom's eyes sometimes.

Tomorrow... for I'm told we don't know what it brings.

Together... which is where I'll be with the Mom, no matter what tomorrow brings.

Day 80: Missed Opportunity

Guess my attitude was a little poor yesterday, because when the Mom got ready for us to go pick up Sunday morning breakfast... as is our weekly outing and tradition... and I assumed I was going, she turned to me and said...

"You'd better stay here. There might be golden retrievers there... and you know how you hate golden retrievers!".

SHOOT! I don't hate em that bad! But based on yesterday, I had no basis to rebutt.

Day 79: Aunts, Uncles, Orvis and Golden Retrievers

The Mom and I celebrated our reunion this morning by boarding the trolley and heading out on an adventure!

1. A second breakfast through Jack's window. Mmmmm. Kept putting my nose in the bag!
2. Got gas for the tolley. More on that later. Til then... hated it!
3. Reversed the trek of of my adoption day, and I began to get a little nervous!
4. Anxiety rose on the Lake Woodlands loop-d-loop. As Uncle Tom so eloquently expressed for me... "I got vertigo and I don't even know what vertigo means!".
5. Mom parked the trolley and there was lots of interesting things to p on...
6. And then I saw another golden retriever ahead of me. Felt compelled to bark, growl and neutralize his p.
7. Then we entered this fine establishment by the name of Orvis, which translated into dog means nirvanna.
8. Went waggin my tail through there, sniffin all the stuff. I wanted this and that... great stuff in wicker baskets.
9. And then I saw them... musta been a dozen ore more golden retrievers. And I did what any self respecting macho boy would do...
10. I circled the Mom, came through her legs from the back... and barked my fool head off... to which all others replied!
11. Things settled down a bit and I revelled in the sociability and attention of all the peoples there. I was thrilled to see my Aunts Melinda, Karen and Madison... and my Uncle Tom! And I finally got to meet my Aunt Carolyn and Uncle John! Childrens, tottlers and their peoples were welcomed to rub my back and my belly...
12. It was the golden retrievers I had a problem with, and Mom wonders why. Equal parts I ain't a dog no more, don't wanna be left behind, don't wanna go wif them and don't want them coming wif me. Mostly it just dredged up a bad memory, I think...
13. As great as it was to see family and sniff the stuff, happiest of all moments was leading the Mom back to the trolley!
14. Scary moment on the way home, but all's good. Mom's putting the door frame back together, and I'm working on my master centerpiece!
15. Life is as it should be! Luke's home... and alone with the Mom!

Day 66: Spa Day!

I always wake up happy and hopeful about the day ahead of me... but never would I have guessed that such a special treat was in store... SPA DAY... at MR. T'S BOUTIQUE!

I'm winding down from my big day, but I couldn't go to bed without giving you the highlights...

1. Happy to take a road trip!!!
2. Even happier when the trolley veered off the path to Doc Banks' place!
3. Destination: Mr. T's Boutique and Day Spa! I rank it Four Paws Belly Up!
4. Felt the love right away. Great to see Aunt Madison, Uncle Tom and ALL their kids (and grandkid)!
5. Pure unadulterated ROMP!
6. Mom says I need to apologize for the 'tude. I guess growlin' in a social environment is considered an indiscretion. I sowwy!
7. And I'd be remiss without apologizing for my second indiscretion... but I got this unwritten Golden Rule about "going" as far away from as possible! Sowwy!
8. Romp and mischief aside, don't think for a moment that I didn't keep one eye on the Mom! She tried to slip out and get her camera, my towels and brush... I beat her to the door! (So very sorry we didn't get photos though!).
9. BAAAAAAAFF!... Can't beat Mr. T's technique (which includes soothing conversation), nor the break he offers between the wash and rinse cycles!
10. And what better way to top off da baff... I had Aunt Madison brushin' me while the Mom blotted the wets! Took a long time for fruition, but maybe I AM a special boy!
11. Sniffed down the whole house, strictly for investigative purposes. Noone but the pair-of-noid Mom seemed remotely concerned. Ain't sayin' whether I was a good boy or not, but I'll testify to the fact that my extended kin can keep a good secret if I wasn't!
12. Joined my welcomin' cousins... truly a friendly herd... and laid 'round the table of good smellin' foods. Let the Mom break bread, and I basked in the sounds of pleasant conversation and laughter.
13. Could read the Mom's mind and did not beg. She gave me props later!
14. The perfect Apres Spa: Nap on the cool brick floors!

Today set a high mark for the week. I'M LOVIN' THE SECOND LIFE!

Day 56: OOPS! I did it again...

Heard the garage door going up at noon today. Knew it was the Mom coming home to check on my "itty bitty" hot bobo.

Did the only thing any macho self respecting boy would do, after spending the morning chewing on his own hip...

I hid in the baffroom.

Think, think, think... I said to myself. She's gonna find me. She's gonna ask.

I did. She did and she did.

My answer: "A bear bit me!"

The Mom's reply: "Where's the bear?!"

My answer: "It was a bit and run."

I'm not sure she bought it, but phone calls were made, and it seems that she's taking the rest of the day off to take me for a trolley ride. Guessin' Doc Banks will be at the halfway point of the trip.

Fun image courtesy of active.com, promoting the 2007 Spring Fig Leaf 5K run (the only clothing optional 5k Run in Georgia!).

Day 32: Devil Made Me Do It!

I licked the scab off my tail this afternoon. I did.

I would like to say that a wild pack of dingos broke in and chewed my tail until I cried for mercy... but there's no way I can explain why the alarm didn't go off.

So I admit it. I sowwy!

Can I make up for it with dashing figure 8's, grass cologne and a LuLu smile?

Day 19: Random Thoughts

Before I retire...

1. Get to go to see Doc tomorrow. Yip-pee.
2. Bactine on my butt makes me sneeze out my nose.
3. Benny-drill makes me very sweeee...... pee.

Day 19: I Had A Itch (X Rated)

Mom's first words were... "What the hail did you do to your tail?!"

I approached her slowly, a little embarassed... and frankly, frantically scrolling through the roll-over-dex in my big brain, trying to come up with the perfect story.

I thought... it got caught in a bear trap... no, there's none of those around here. No, wait... a band of gypsies lured me to the circus on a bicycle and my tail got caught in the spokes...

But then, I just gulped... looked up at her with my pitiful eyes (you gotta practice that look in the mirrors)... and I confessed.

"I had a itch."

Day Two: Mom Left Me Alone for the First Time

She left.

I did not protest.

For five long minutes, I was alone.

She had to take the man's rope back.

Day Two: 'See Luke Run', 'Good Boys Do Bad Things'... and Other Tails of Horror

It all started with the little door incident yesterday. And now for some reason today, 'Mama' is hell bent on my demonstration of restraint when she opens a door. We worked on all three doors, and eager to redeem myself... I sat patiently.

Thus commenced Test #8: She decided to take the garbage out the front door.

Enough was enough, and I nearly knocked her to the floor, butted the door and then the garbage bag clean across the yard... and I was on my way!

First, I went to Aunt Susan's front door, but with the hurried footsteps of 'Mom' and her urgent calls... 'Luke, Luke, Luke... come, come, come'... Well, I decided to spice up life and treat the old gal to an adventure. I was OFF!

I was sniffing as much as I could sniff as I hurried along my way, weaving around from fence to front of house to fence to front of house... I looked back from time to time, to see 'Mom' running barefoot behind me. I sensed the restrained urgency in her voice... and I wagged my tail happily, to let her know, it's ok! It's an adventure!

We rounded the block and started up the other street. Mom made up for lost ground when I was momentarily distracted by a cat that I sent straight up a tree (poor thing, she's probably still up there). We both were panting heavily and eyed each other from opposite sides of that tree. Heck. I even grinned at her... to let her know what a joyous time I was having.

But then I dived under a boat and was on to the next yard. I looked back at Mom hopping over the hitch, and that's when I knew... it's time to go back home. So I doubled back. I couldn't resist checking on the cat one last time, and then I followed her scent up to her front door.

And that's where 'Mama' nabbed me, cornering me on the porch. I was wagging my tail still, but she was NOT pleased. She tightened up my new collar, and bent over... began to walk me slowly to the other side of the street, where a man was watching television in his driveway. (I thought... now I've seen everything... television in a driveway).

She asked the man if he had a rope or a leash that she could borrow. The kind man produced a rope that he tied in fine fashion around my collar, and told her it won't come loose cause that's how he ties up his boat. As we tried to gather our breaths, he also randomly pointed out both the white hairs on my face... and Mama's very bloody paws.

We slowly put out the embers as we retraced the steps of my blazing trail. And while it wasn't nearly as fun (the hobbling of the 'Mom', the tears and the utterances of sad stories, bad mamas and fears, and all), I wagged my tail the entire way.

Once home, though, she told me that my Aunts Karen and Madison and my Uncle Tom would be in their cars on their way over to take me back, if they knew this incident.

The old gal is really taking this hard, and I knew it was best if I found a mischief free zone to cool off and allow 'Mom' to clean, medicate and bandage her bloody paws. And I did just that.