I always enjoy running errands with my family but that wasn't the case this weekend. They left me home alone. None of us pups like being left behind. Especially when it doesn't happen often.
Guilt is a strong motivator and I worked the guilt trip like a pro. Sadly it didn't accomplish its magic this go round.
We've had wonderfully cool temps after a blistering hot start to spring a few weeks ago. This typically translates to a lot of errands being run. Mom and Dad both hate the hot and usually postpone as many non-essential chores as they can until things cool off a bit or, they simply can't be put off any longer. (Whichever comes first).
To be honest I was a bit hurt I didn't get to go this time as a lot of the errands being run were for me. I needed more Bison, plus my shampoo and conditioner had come in. (Yess I am a fierce brave hunting dog, I keep telling you this) but I do special orders my shampoo and conditioner. ~sigh~ (You'd think a girl could keep a FEW secrets).
I guess I had to stay home because Dad wanted to go to a new restaurant and Mom wanted to stop at the garden shop.
Ever since she'd planted her tree we've been making plans for her new flower beds. We had decided on planting Peach Knock Out Roses with deeper peach ground cover roses. I told Mom she needed to put in blue Periwinkle for a blue ground cover between the roses to break up all the peach. (I don't know how she'd make it without me.)
Mom and Dad eventually made it back home. It's a good thing they got home when they did. I had gotten tired of napping and listening to Soothing X-mas music on Pandora. Honestly I think I have some of the songs memorized. Luckily I heard the car pull up in the drive before I got much further in my plans for an escape.
Whenever I get left home alone the pawrents always bring me a few packs of Kong Yellow Squeaky balls. Those are my very favorite toy of all times. It almost makes up for them leaving me behind. Sure enough I smelled my ball bag before Mom got in the back door good. I was thrilled to see my folks. I could barely control my excitement. Plus it never hurts to get a gift does it Pawfuriends?
Guilt is a strong motivator and I worked the guilt trip like a pro. Sadly it didn't accomplish its magic this go round.
We've had wonderfully cool temps after a blistering hot start to spring a few weeks ago. This typically translates to a lot of errands being run. Mom and Dad both hate the hot and usually postpone as many non-essential chores as they can until things cool off a bit or, they simply can't be put off any longer. (Whichever comes first).
To be honest I was a bit hurt I didn't get to go this time as a lot of the errands being run were for me. I needed more Bison, plus my shampoo and conditioner had come in. (Yess I am a fierce brave hunting dog, I keep telling you this) but I do special orders my shampoo and conditioner. ~sigh~ (You'd think a girl could keep a FEW secrets).
I guess I had to stay home because Dad wanted to go to a new restaurant and Mom wanted to stop at the garden shop.
Ever since she'd planted her tree we've been making plans for her new flower beds. We had decided on planting Peach Knock Out Roses with deeper peach ground cover roses. I told Mom she needed to put in blue Periwinkle for a blue ground cover between the roses to break up all the peach. (I don't know how she'd make it without me.)
Mom and Dad eventually made it back home. It's a good thing they got home when they did. I had gotten tired of napping and listening to Soothing X-mas music on Pandora. Honestly I think I have some of the songs memorized. Luckily I heard the car pull up in the drive before I got much further in my plans for an escape.
Whenever I get left home alone the pawrents always bring me a few packs of Kong Yellow Squeaky balls. Those are my very favorite toy of all times. It almost makes up for them leaving me behind. Sure enough I smelled my ball bag before Mom got in the back door good. I was thrilled to see my folks. I could barely control my excitement. Plus it never hurts to get a gift does it Pawfuriends?
Sunday was an all day gardening day here. It's been several years since Mom was well enough to do any serious working in her flower beds. I can say she and Dad are making up for lost time now.
One of Mom's Forsythia's multiplied to the point it was simply a tremendous mass of yellow flowers. Dad separated out the new shrubs. When he was finished there were 7 new hearty sized Forsythia's to be planted. Mom picked the spots and Dad did the planting as well. By the time Mom and Dad were finished for the day it was almost dark.
This left Mom with one to plant today. Again I did the supervising and once again I tried showing her how it's really done. I'm telling you furiends Mom has no appreciation for the help I'm offering and I'm getting a bit frustrated with getting tied to the garden chair out of the way. I did indeed bark my head off and let Mom know my feelings on this situation. With all the supervising, running around the yard keeping up with my folks and digging for moles I am one tired pup.
I'm hanging my Do Not Disturb Sign on my door and getting some rest. Unless Mom says something about playing soccer, digging for moles, or I hear my Kong ball squeak.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.
Love, Molly and my Mom
One of Mom's Forsythia's multiplied to the point it was simply a tremendous mass of yellow flowers. Dad separated out the new shrubs. When he was finished there were 7 new hearty sized Forsythia's to be planted. Mom picked the spots and Dad did the planting as well. By the time Mom and Dad were finished for the day it was almost dark.
This left Mom with one to plant today. Again I did the supervising and once again I tried showing her how it's really done. I'm telling you furiends Mom has no appreciation for the help I'm offering and I'm getting a bit frustrated with getting tied to the garden chair out of the way. I did indeed bark my head off and let Mom know my feelings on this situation. With all the supervising, running around the yard keeping up with my folks and digging for moles I am one tired pup.
I'm hanging my Do Not Disturb Sign on my door and getting some rest. Unless Mom says something about playing soccer, digging for moles, or I hear my Kong ball squeak.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.
Love, Molly and my Mom
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