Feeling Hungry

I’ve been trying to convince Mom that she needs to feed me more, without very much success.  After all, the dog walker feeds me at least 4 cookies whenever she comes to visit, but then Mom just plops down a bowl of kibble at night and tells me, “You can’t have any more, you don’t want to turn into a fat corgi.”  But oh, yes, I do want to turn into a fat corgi!

So I decided to take matters into my own paws, and begin feeding myself…

The first self-fed meal was the egg under the coffee table.  It had a nice floral scent, but the outside was a little on the crunchy side and the inside had a waxy consistency.  Mom said later it was a “ceramic egg” with a “candle” inside.  I’m still not sure why she was crying about someone having broken into the house when she first saw the eggshell remnants on the floor.





This was the next night, when I went back to see if any of the egg was left.












Then she put out the Thanksgiving turkey for me.  Or I thought it was okay to eat the turkey, it really did look very juicy and delicious.  Unfortunately, it didn’t taste quite as delectable as it looked – it sort of tasted like wood with a plastic coating - and it did sting a little bit when Mom rolled up the remnants of it and smacked me over the butt, muttering something about “I didn’t even get to read it yet.”

So a few days later, I moved on to breakfast, appetizers and dessert all at the same time!  It looked like a buffet and I had my choice of ham, pancakes, cheese logs, yule logs and petit fours, so of course I had to sample all of them.  But the same as the turkey, they didn’t taste quite as delicious as they looked.  But at least this time, I didn’t leave very much that could be rolled up…   

Farmville

So Mom finally got around to helping me pull this together from a visit to the farm.  It really isn’t a bad place, so I don’t understand why she sometimes yells “I’m going to take you to the farm!” at Mr. Puff.  This farm had all sorts of animals – horses, goats and yummy appetizers chickens, as well as lots of herding toys cats and lots of evil rat-like creatures that bark dogs – and seemed like such a fun place to visit!  I even decided it would be fun to drag lead Mom around and explore the farm: 




Here’s me in front of the barns!













 






Here’s another picture of me with the barns in the background.  I was barking at something – I don’t remember what, I think it might have been a gourd that was growing too slow.












And then here’s me out in the field while I was dragging Mom we were hiking around the farm.  I look amused because Mom was standing in the middle of the field in her pajamas – when I decided I wanted to explore, I didn’t give her enough time to go back inside and change!

Training for the Hike ‘n Hound

We’ve been busy lately – or rather, Mom has been busy and she’s been dragging me along for the ride – but Mom finally had a free weekend to make good on her threat promise to take me to the mountain preserve and start subjecting me to strenuous exercise training me for the Hike ‘n Hound. I think this “Hike ‘n Hound” involves a bunch of humans and dogs walking around in the woods for a long time, and Mom says she’s afraid that my “stumpy little legs won’t make it that far.”

So when we arrived at the mountain preserve, I decided I would show her what a forced march hike looks like!  I started trucking along the trail in front of her, and I think I actually heard her panting behind me!

Here’s me taking a little breather on the trail.  The only thing I didn’t anticipate was that Mom had a much longer forced march hike than the last time in mind.  Much longer.  And she says that the hike today wasn’t as long as the Hike ‘n Hound!  So I flopped on the trail slowed down a bit during the second part of the hike.  Maybe she’s right around me needing training – I felt tuckered out afterward!