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!