The Sweet Life

Greetings, Blogfriends!

JK apologizes for all the weeks that have gone by without a post from me. She has been taking pictures with a little gray camera, and she misplaced the battery charger so she could not send the pictures from the camera to my blog. But she found the charger, so now I can tell you all about my very exciting life in Raleigh.

Each morning when JK gets up for work, I take her place in bed and wait patiently for her to bring me my Morning Peanut Butter (transcriber's note: Aug takes his epilepsy medicine in peanut butter globs).

When Mr. Wolf gets out of bed, I'm ready for my First Nap of the Day. My best place to snooze is on my big pillow next to the Big Window.

I prefer my people to both be with me together, so I spend a lot of time waiting for JK to come home, or for Mr. Wolf to come home if he goes out.

My favorite time of day is when both JK and Mr. Wolf are home with me. If it is a good night, we might all bake something together:

Or maybe we will go to a cafe with outdoor tables and chairs so we can all have a nice dinner.

Or maybe we'll all go for a walk around the Lake near our house. It's not as big as our Old Lake in Chicago, but it has a lot of turtles and birds, and sometimes there is bread on the ground that little people drop when they are feeding the ducks. I like the duck bread!

On unlucky nights, I might get a bath....

So humiliating.

And then after a long day with my people, we are ready to go back where we started the day:

I always hope that this time JK won't notice me and I will get to keep my spot.

The Best Spot

When JK gets up out of bed in the morning, I climb up from the bottom part of the bed where the feet are to nestle into the warm spot she left at the top of the bed. JK always looks surprised when she comes back into the bedroom before she leaves for work and finds me in her spot. Why would I want to stay down there with the feet when the pillow part is so much nicer?

Pirates Who Don't Do Anything

To understand why JK and Mr. Wolf think this picture is sooooo funny, you need to know that Pirates in movies sometimes have talking birds sit on their shoulders.The other thing you need to know is that there is a silly movie that JK likes to watch sometimes that has singing vegetables in it. The vegetables tell stories and sing songs, and they have a song about pirates who like to sit at home and lie around.

So when I climbed up on Mr. Wolf's shoulder, JK and Mr. Wolf started singing the silly pirate song.

Do I look like a parrot to you?

They thought this was hilarious. I guess you had to be there.

We Are Not Amused.

My people have been leaving me at home while they go for a long, fast walk at night when JK gets home. They even put on their special clothes for running and tell me that they are going to run, and that my legs are too short and I cannot keep up.

That's very funny, guys, but I know you are not really running. I've seen you try to walk fast up one of these North Carolina hills. No way you can run them.

So what are you REALLY doing when you leave me at home? I bet you are eating cheese.

Getting Settled. Again.

We moved AGAIN. Yes, again. JK and Mr. Wolf and a friend of JKs put all of our boxes into a great big truck and drove us to another new house. I know that this time we are going to stay for a long time, because JK and Mr. Wolf have been busily unpacking boxes and putting everything into a proper place. I have been helping.

While Mr. Wolf took all of the paper and wrapping out of the boxes, I pushed it all into a big pile with my nose and feet. Then I took a nap in the pile. JK wanted to get a picture of me in my paper nest, but of course as soon as I heard her coming with the camera, I jumped up and stood proudly next to my paper nest. See how happy I am to show off all my hard work?

Mr. Wolf says I am a great helper.

 I'm also happy to be in a place that has sidewalks. I am very hopeful that I might find some misplaced food in our neighborhood. I haven't found any yet, but JK promised me we would walk to the gas station when it gets a little warmer. She thinks there will probably be tacos and hot dogs in the dirt there like we had in Chicago.

If there is food out here, I will find it.

All the moving and unpacking and exploring make me very tired. I am glad to have the same bed and the same soft pillows that we had in the big city.

Back to work tomorrow!

Spa Day Wasn't That Bad

Me, in the back seat, not excited about the spa.



JK goes to work a lot. She leaves early in the morning, and comes home when it is already dark. But sometimes JK doesn't go to work, and she stays home with me and Mr. Wolf. I like those days when she is home with us, and we try to do fun things together. Well, Monday she got to stay home, and Mr. Wolf decided to make me an appointment at the Dog Spa. I didn't like the sound of that at first. I heard JK and Mr. Wolf talk about "baths" and "clippings", and I didn't really want to go. Even though I usually really like to ride in the car, I was not very excited about this trip to the Dog Spa. I even sat in the back seat.

JK and Mr. Wolf handed me to a nice lady who washed me up in a great big tub, with warm swirly water and nice-smelling soap. She washed my ears and clipped my nails and rubbed my fur with a warm towel.







Oooooh I smell so nice!

 So, the spa wasn't that bad after all. Of course, I was eager to get home and rub my fur around on the carpet and grass and get all that soap smell off of me, but it was nice for a few minutes.

JK and Mr. Wolf declared that they love the Dog Spa because it is the only place in the world where people do not think they are crazies.

The spa lady gave me a red swirly bandanna to wear, to show that I was clean.

I look pretty handsome in it, don't you think?

I even got a report card, so JK and Mr. Wolf would know that I was a perfect gentleman at the spa, and that I was welcome to come back. JK said that if I go back, I should get a massage and a facial. I don't know what that means, but I'd give it a try. They have good treats there for after you finish your bath.

Christmas Shennanigans

I hope you all had a very good Christmas! I had a good time with JK and Mr. Wolf at Mr. Wolf's family's house. JK and I drove a long long way to get home to them, but we had a fun time once we arrived. Take a look at some of my photos from the day:

Get up guys! It's Christmas! Santa has been here!

Hey, which one of these is for me?

Yes! Score! A new flat furry!

Hold on a second there, I think that one might be for me too.

Nope. It was a calendar. Which I do not need, because my secretaries keep track of all my appointments.

Yay! A Santa Squeaker!

Yeah, I was a good boy this year.

And now it's time for some Christmas treats.

And Mr. Wolf wore a silly cat shirt that belonged to his mother.

And I just hung out on the sofa waiting for JK to help me upload these pictures for the blog.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, blogfriends!