I killed it........

This red fox got into our house several weeks ago, but I killed it, saving my family from harm. Now I just carry it's lifeless body around all the time to show how brave I am...... Actually I made that up. It is really one of those new "no stuffing" soft toys. It had squeakers in both ends which I promptly removed and now it is my favorite thing to toss around, sleep on and carry everywhere I go. With Christmas coming, let your humans know that I give these "no stuffing" toys a big 2 dew claws up!

The Weekend..... they sure go by fast

The weekend is almost over. Why do the they go by so fast? My Mom will have to go back to work tomorrow and Dad and I will be here hanging out waiting for her to come back.

We went for a long walk yesterday and then to the park -- I love the park. My Mom loves to walk. We must have covered 50 miles before we got to the park.... OK, maybe it was only 3 or 4 miles, but it seemed like 50. Michigan (that's where I live) is a strange place. I am only a kid, but if I remember right, I think it is supposed to be cold and maybe even have some of that fun white stuff on the ground. But instead, it was sunny and 65 degrees -- only 3 degrees less than Phoenix, AZ. -- what's up with that. It's OK with me cuzz I get to go to the park......did I mention I love the park?

 There's this tube thing in the park that Mom was trying to get me to climb through. I stood my ground though. She won't let me slide down the big tube at the little kid's school so I'm not climbing through this crazy tube. Besides, you can't even slide in it. It's just a big dumb tube. Mom and I had some laughs about it because every time she tried to coax me through the tube, I ran around it and licked her face. What a fun game.

Hope all my blogging friends had a good weekend too.

Wordless Wednesday

Remember our Veterans

Have you thanked a Veteran today? Remember, we owe them our freedom.

Sad Day...

Today my family is mourning the loss of my Mom's sister and brother-in-law's beloved Golden, Murphy, who crossed the "Rainbow Bridge" yesterday morning.

                                   Rest In Peace Murphy
                          You were a loyal and devoted friend
                               and you will be sadly missed.

The price you pay to play...

After my fun play day yesterday, things started out pretty normal around here for a Sunday. Dad got up, got the paper, made coffee and let me outside. Mom sleeps in a little, but she got up pretty early too. After everybody takes a shower and gets dressed, the humans eat breakfast and then it is walk time for me. Mom and I headed out on what I thought was going to be a normal walk. We went on a route that I was familiar with and then suddenly we were at a big road with traffic lights and I had to sit and wait for the little white light man in the box up high to tell us it was OK to cross the street. After we crossed, we walked a little more and then there it was...... the dreaded SHAMPOOCH! I was getting a bath and there was nothing I could do about it. All that fun, leaves and dirt, washed away in just minutes.

So now all signs of my fun day have been washed away. Mom and I walked back home and by the time we got there, all was forgiven. Don't tell Mom, but I feel a lot better. Those leaves and stuff made me all itchy, not to mention look how nice, clean and fluffy I look now. It's all good.

The grandkids came over....good times

I knew Mom was cleaning for a reason on Friday. The kids and grandkids came over yesterday and I got to play all day long. We rolled in the leaves and chased around in the back yard until nobody could play anymore. Dad and his human son were cleaning out gutters, bagging leaves and moving stuff while we played. Dad's human daughter and Mom went shopping at Ickia. Oh, pardon me, Mom says it is IKEA, not Ickia -- I'm a dog, what do I know. Anyway, gutters and shopping sound pretty boring in comparison to kids and a big pile of leaves.  By the time everyone came back inside, we all kind of wondered why Mom had bothered to clean. We trashed the place.

Dinner time was coming and the fun was over. The kids all went home and I was sad, exhausted, but sad. I ate my dinner and then..............well, let's just call me comatose Dugan. I had a great day!