Day 455: Finkin Fursday...

Today I am still finkin about the last night. Do not pass out for fear I have fifty foughts on a counta a I do not... just a few. I was happy and content to forego my nightly frog and flyin squirrel hunt and just hang wif the Mom and her whim!
Not far from my foughts however was the big celophane fing she brought home!

Lo and behole on the inside of super surprise gift from the Aunt Dav (the Mom vvvbff friend for ahem years)... just you look what was on the inside! You will count free Golden Retriever cookes... what are me and the Bleu... and the Comet, she is up top, overseein the all!

I make no secret how I feel a bout the celophane crinkle sound... it like you callin my name. What the Mom not expect however was the ginormous.... ::::poooooof:::: of cookie store smell what burst into our home airs! I mean to tell you they smell right outta the oven!

And the Mom she call me "down" off the table edge just because I fought surely cookies for the me! But I guess when she say "down" I immediately fought look down for what has must certainly fell on the floors!

Do not misjudge my smile on a counta I exercisin faux paws of the strengf right now! I know my the Aunt Dav and I know these cookies be the mine (ok... to share wif the Mom)!

I wish you have smell-o-compy but you do not, so just to prove the enormous cookie aroma... her come the Bleu wheu forget he a feared of the tile floors!

And big fun don't stop there! The Mom share a love of the cupcakes and my Uncle Alex sent her home wif a red velvet one wif the yummy icing and I tell the you... it smell goooood gooood gooood!

And I am pretty darn sure the Uncle Alex intend 50/50 split (sorry the Bleu, but it got dairy).

Candle lit and the Mom make wish.

I look to her for two reasons. (1) I wonder what she be wishin. She does not share but I can guess. If I read her mind, it be sayin "all parties... longevity". And most importantly, (2) though I stand by wif the water bowl at paw reach... I fink please blow the fire out soon and let's eat!

Me and the Mom just now, we share real wonderful moment. We just "be"... for many minutes. In silence, all while she stroke my cow licked furs... and I lean harder and harder into the her... until she finally break silence wif the sweet nuffins and incredible sumfins. Sum time I fink "nip myself Luke, I am dreamin"...

And now before the Mom catch wind of Luke sharin... I offer you first in series I entitle "THAT my the Mom!"

I fink we definitely resemble one to the other! Just sayin.

Day Four: Mourning Over! Thunder Rolling!

For five whole hours, I was a good boy. Didn't do nothing wrong that I wasn't able to undo before Mom got home!

Can't wait to follow her around some. Hoping she'll sit still for a while and lay out the lovin'. A good brushin' might feel good, too!

(Uncle Alex said it looks like the frog is praying for his life, but he's actually praying for clear skies!).

Update... Froggy's prayer was not answered. The thunder rolled... and I found the best place yet to weather the storm! I hopped on the bed with the Mama! That crazy fool sang a song and read a book to me...

It was a nice gesture... but seriously... a sing-a-long and story time, in the face of impending doom??? Me and that frog were busy praying!

Day Two: Presence

Phones are ringing off the hook again today.

It's the darnedest thing ever, but thank dog they get good reception in the out of doors, cause I like the yard... and I ain't goin' alone.

I've been thinking. There's some pretty good things about this 'Mama'. Among them... opposable thumbs and a willing to use them to open the door for me. And she's patient. She'll sit and watch me while I sniff out all the perfect places. I'd like to give her a present, to show my preciation and all.

So while she was on the phone with Uncle Alex, who she later explained had called to check on me, I began to sniff out the perfect gift. And I found it!

The look on her face was not as I expected, when I presented her with the rarest of delicacies... a petrified squirrel!

In fact, the phone was thrown down... I was commanded to "DROP IT", and I did (something about the change in her tone told me she meant business)... and I was promptly ushered into the house.

There were tears in her eyes when she went out alone to dispose of her gift. And once we were settled again in the in of doors, she told me a story of passing the guard. I gather that someone pretty special must have left that carcass for me to find and present to the 'Mama'.