Given that my postings are limited to one day, I have saved up many things to report.
First of all, a big congratulations to Agatha who passed her earthdog examination yesterday. WOW!
Rick and Jarrod spent the week installing windows on the barn.
And putting up siding. I was a little worried that the colors didn't match, but Master assured me it was because he had saved some of the siding from the old barn and that Rick would make sure it was all the same color.
Plus the roofing guys finally came which made Master very happy because now it doesn't rain inside the barn anymore.
OK, Lacie mumsie better hide her eyes for the next few photos.
We had been hearing the pitter patter of little feet upstairs for a few nights and so Momma put out her mousetrap and last night she caught a big fat mouse. It's hard to see him, but he is in there.
I wanted her to let the little critter out to play.
But instead, she took him out to the fence and let him run away. Apparently there is some sort of mouse witness protection program in the woods behind our house.
The traps are baited with peanut butter which means they smell really good even without a mouse inside.
(OK mumsie, you can look now).
Notice that the pool has been moved back to its original location so that its now safe for the Relentlessly Huge to go in again.
So as usual I got momma up at 5:30 AM to start her day. After she drank her coffee and read the paper and sat around for a long time, I suggested it might be a good time for walkies. But she declared there was some sort of emergency in the dog cave and showed me THIS!
She said no walkies until we could "see the desk again" which is an odd statement given that I can see the desk perfectly fine (look, Randi, I keep your photo right on the door where I can see it all the time).
In order to facilitate moving papers around, I suggested she listen to some nice music.
I chose Carmina Burana because it is very motivating, but the Relentlessly Huge overrode me by opting for Brent Lewis' Monkey Hip Gumbo (he seems so have some sort of monkey fetish going on).
He says he really digs the beat. Sigh.
Buried underneath the rubble, Momma found this $10 certificate for LLBean. It was almost expired so she said that it "had to be used" right away.
I immediately assisted her in navigating to the dog page of the online catalog.
But she insisted on buying new walkie shoes instead. I guess that's OK if it makes her go faster.
She also found this bill from when she got busted making a U-turn in the fast pass only lane last weekend. Look at the address! "Violation Processing Center." Is that embarrassing or what? They even sent her a photo of the mastiff mobile caught in the act.
She hates filing most of all, so I provided moral support during that activity.
And finally.... VICTORY!
That's a relief.
I suggested we take a trip down to the common. When we got there we found a big tent! Momma said it was graduation day at the local college and soon the tent would be filled with graduates and their families.
I was more interested in seeing if the foodables tent had been setup yet.
Look at this! Weave poles! Do you think they do agilities as part of the graduation ceremonies?
I thought maybe the college students had overslept and so I told momma we should go to the college and wake them up so they could graduate.
To get to the college, you have to go up these stairs which are kind of falling apart from the winter.
The stairs lead you to a bridge over the highway.
Good thing, too, I would hate to have to try and dodge the cars to get across the street.
Eventually we got to the college, but couldn't find any students, so Momma said they were on their own and we should head for home.
On the way home, we ran into this really big guy that was giving momma funny looks. I told her to stay away because he looked like trouble.
But she insisted on going up to meet him and, well, I was forced to defend her.
Did you see the way I bounced off of him? He must have had a force field setup. Time to move along.
Maybe a detour into the woods in case that guy is following us.
I climbed up high to take a look around but we had managed to shake him off. Good thing, too, because he FREAKED ME OUT!
OK, my walk is almost over. Time to do my "good doggie" walking. I always save this until the end because Momma is so dopey that she just remembers the end of our walkie anyway.
Back home, the Beastie was on the lookout for our return.
Of course he wanted to hear all about what happened and I told him about how brave I had been defending Momma against statue man and about how the college students had disappeared even though they were supposed to be graduating.
But then I got distracted by something that smelled almost like foodables!
A big pot of something that is "not for dogs." And you know it must taste good because the Master is preparing it, but he says it is something called "chili" and that even though it smells good, I wouldn't like it.
Maybe just a tiny taste? Please?