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They took my stuff!!!! My pillows, my couch, my bed, my other bed, my chairs, my rugs, my desks, my sun spot!!! They took it all!!!

I’m a little stressed out and confused by it all. I spent yesterday being very cranky and barky as the movers took all of my stuff, wrapped it up and put it into their big truck. I was one very unhappy pup. Plus they made me wear my handle all day long and alternately put me in my kennel and on my lead so I wouldn’t be underfoot (I tried to stop them as much as I could, but they wouldn’t let me!

So now the house is empty. And when I bark, it echoes… it is really sad. My space pod travel kennel is still here and some suitcases with mom and dad’s stuff. But we are sleeping on the floor- which is awesome! Now when dad is sleeping, I can just walk up and lick his face, and when he turns away and tries to stop me, I can just walk around and lick him from the other side! muwhahahaha!

Take a look at all these pictures, what do they have in common? That’s right, no me. Why? Becuase I was unceremoniously dumped into the clink for the rest of the week, adn therefore making the week the best worst week ever.

Everyone went to the Trout, but did I get to go along? No. Dad did take me to the Trout to drop the car off then we walked home together. I even behaved great- Dad let me off the lead and I came when I was called, and sat next to him while runners went past! We walked a whole mile, and I was tired out. But then they put me in the kennel, and went to the Trout again without me! I like the car, but I didn’t get a second ride in it.

At least they came home that night…

Next day I went to the dreaded Lakeside Kennel! I fought as hard as I could to escape back to the car, I thought I was just in for another fun car ride, but no- I got left. Because I was mad, I ate all my dog food, which impressed my parents (talk about backfire). The lake is nice, but I want people attention!

They came back the next day, and I gave them what-for. But then on Saturday, the left again! After a nice relaxing morning and a walk, I got stuck in the kennel at noon for what I assumed would be a couple hours- NOT! They weren’t back until like 7 at night! Of course I was fine, I had food and water and a dog door, but still.

The next day, same thing. Early in the morning, bags were packed, and I was stuck in my kennel. When mom and dad got back- no Nana and Nanee! What is that about? I guess Dad and Nana had to duke it out for Alpha Male, and that is why they didn’t come back- someday I’ll have to do the same thing I suposse…

Well, it was the best worst week ever, and I really enjoyed meeting my grandparents- hope I see them again soon!

This week was the best worst week ever. I am an Oxford dog- so notice that there is no comma between best and worst, making them two adjectives that describe week- no; this was the best of the worst weeks- meaning that it wasn’t the worst week ever (as in the it was the best at being the worst week), but rather a week so full of highs and lows for a puppy that I didn’t know if it was the best or worst week ever. I have decided it was the best worst week, making it one of the worst weeks because everything bad happened at the end and everything great happened at the beginning, and I am a puppy and puppy memory and mental state really relates to things that have just happened!

Well, long walks, Sunday Roasts, and punting aside, meeting Nana and Nanee definately made up for being in the clink for so long, so that is alright. I am sad they are gone, and now I am acting out to my parents to try to bring them back, it isn’t working though, and I haven’t even gotten a long walk yet (just a short one yesterday!!). Whats a dog to do? Stay tuned for posts about punting and the rest of the week in the next two posts….

Woof!

Well, folks, I’m safely back in the arms of my so-called “loving” family. Who knew the “resort” I was promised would be all bars and concrete!

No, I didn’t get to meet other dogs, either. They kept us all in solitary confinement unless we brought brothers or sisters along. And I’m an only child!

Even worse, if I didn’t eat my food, it got picked up! I’m used to just snacking all day. And now my parents have been doing it too…they may have been “bad habits” for them, but not for me!

Sure, we got some time outside everyday, but not enough. My figure is a wreck! I was out with the personal trainer for a midday run between showers, and let me tell you, I need it!

I did manage to get some special treatment by putting up a stink at bedtime. To think, these people didn’t even let me sleep in their bed! I demand the lap of luxury at all times. One of the ladies had to compromise and crawl into my cell and pet me to sleep. Still, I’m not entirely impressed with the standard of service.

I tried to keep myself angry at my parents, but I was just so relieved to see them that I simply couldn’t resist giving them some kisses between reproving nibbles. Three days in a giant kennel! The nerve!

Woof!

I’m really quite happy to be spending my formative years in Europe. Lovely meadows, my own passport, language immersion opportunities, and of course, the snails.

Mom tells me that back in the day, when she was a kid, she had never seen a snail! And she only saw slugs once! Which is a real shame, because they are tres delicieux.

Every time it rains, I have myself a little feast. It’s snails galore! They come out on the patio, and I have only to brave the rain to bask in my own personal buffet. All dogs go to heaven? All dogs should go to the UK! It’s paradise!

Anyway, the snails are the only thing that make the rain bearable. Yesterday, not only did it rain all day but I was stuck in the house while my parents went gallivanting to who-knows-where. I showed them, though, and when they left me for the third time I went to work and finished shredding the upholstery on one of their chairs. Ha!

Although in hindsight, now when it rains and I’m stuck inside I probably will have to be in my kennel. Dang it! No more all-you-can-eat snails!

Woof!

Dogs get no love. All week I’ve been locked in my kennel all afternoon while dad is still at work and mom goes off to some sort of party dressed in a black-and-white costume. Then today, I had to go to the vet, which I like, but I don’t like the veterinarian–that meany! She took out my sutures, but I still can’t forgive her for what she did to me…

Adding insult to injury, when mom and I got home, mom grease-spotted me! They say it’s supposed to keep the ticks and fleas away, but I don’t know about that. And then she locked me in my kennel for a whole other hour. But I had my revenge.

Mom released me and went into her office to do some errands. I went downstairs quick-as-you-please and sat myself down for a hearty lunch–on her new turquoise flip-flops. And let me tell you, it was delicious while it lasted. Almost as good as dad’s blue and white flip-flops I ate earlier this spring.

Mwahahahaha! Woof!