Over The Hill?

Daddy had a milestone birthday on Thursday.  He turned 50, which is basically 7 in dog years.  His co-workers  put these balloons on his desk and gave him a bag full of "old age" related novelty items-like a beer stein sippy cup, a pill holder, a "Caution, Senior Moment in Progress" sign...you get the idea.  7 is still a puppy.  I'm older than that and I'm not over the hill.  We're not even close.

I think Chloe forgot that Aunt Pat was taking care of getting Daddy's gift.  When we went outside, she went about her usual perimeter patrol/sniff around the yard with a little more gusto than usual
 

.  Then, I saw her furiously digging a hole in the garden. I had to see what she was doing. Chloe wouldn't tell me if she had hidden something, or was looking for something to give Daddy, but she stopped the odd behavior once I reminded her.

 

Maybe Chloe needs that senior moment sign?  Chloe took him for a nice walk before he went to work.  And, we both helped Aunt Pat bake cupcakes.  Anyway, Daddy really liked his presents, and spending time with his friends during his party.

Next week is a busy week for us.  I have an appointment at the Rehab Vet, and both Chloe and I are going to the Groomer!  That makes at least  four car rides in two days!  Maybe tomorrow we can get Aunt Pat to take us for a Sunday drive to make it an even five!

Joyride!!

Chloe and I got to go for a joyride the other day!  No, we didn't drive.  Chloe can't reach the pedals and although I could if I sat properly, it's hard to grip the steering wheel without thumbs.  But, I figured out to get Aunt Pat to take us out.  It was easier than I thought.

Aunt Pat went outside into the garage.   I just followed her out of the kitchen door without her realizing it.  She was a little startled when she saw me walking beside her.  I think she was worried that I'd take off down the street or something. Chloe might, but I wouldn't.  I don't like being away from Aunt Pat for too long.  I just stood by the back door of the car and would not move when she called me.  I kept looking at the car, then at Aunt Pat, and back at the car again.  Finally, she opened the door and let me in the back.  I think the not moving part was key.  By this time, Daddy came around to see what was going on.  He got Chloe, and I let her ride shotgun.  I prefer the back seat anyway.  I love to stretch out and feel the ride.  It's very soothing.  That's one reason I like going to the Rehab Vet so much, we have a nice long car ride to get there and back. 

 

Chloe was very excited as well.  She was very surprised that we were going for a ride and enjoyed every minute of it.  She was very good, once she figured out I had dibs on the back seat.  Aunt Pat didn't take us too far.  We just went around a couple of blocks and back.  Next time, I'm sure we'll go a little farther.  I hear the bank give out treats to people who take their dogs though the drive up teller.

It's Labor Day Weekend!

Chloe and I hope everyone has been having a wonderful holiday weekend!  This is the last hurrah of summer, and the last time to take a summer vacation before school starts.  At least that's what Chloe and I've heard all over the television the last couple of weeks.  So, Chloe and I decided to give Aunt Pat a vacation.  Just from the blog, though.  We're still spending quality time together on our walkies; squishing her between us while we sit on the sofa, hanging out in the living room, etc.

Aunt Pat didn't take us anywhere fun.  I don't count my trips to the Rehab Vet, even though I enjoy them, as vacation fun.  Aunt Pat said it's because it's been so hot out lately she doesn't want us getting sick.  I understand that, but for heaven's sake, the car has air conditioning!  I gave her my best let's "Go For a Ride In The Car" look.  Silly me, I thought that stopping at the car door, and planting my forepaws so she'd have to stop and encourage me to move, would've made my desires well known.  Guess not. Guess I'll have to start barking at the car door next.

Instead, we've continued to help Aunt Pat freeze vegetables...and sample them for quality control.  We've been making a game of it.  Aunt Pat has been throwing the beans, either raw or once they've been blanched and cooled, from the kitchen into the dining room.  I'll get up and run after them.  Sometimes I don't find them right away so I'll have to hunt around for them.  Aunt Pat hands the beans to Chloe.  She doesn't want Chloe to get hurt if we both go after the same bean.  A two dog pileup in the kitchen wouldn't be pretty.  We certainly don't want to add to the Labor Day accident statistics.