Confessions of a Cooped Up Canine

Saturday was a downright miserable day to be outside. We woke up to a drizzly cold rain and it did not stop.  I confess, I was bored and found numerous places to crash.

My best impression of a couch potato.

As uncomfortable as this may look to you, I find it's quite cozy

 at the bottom of the stairs and I can be found there often.

In my boredom I thought about ducks and how they don't mind bein' cold and wet. I went back to the livin' room and watched the skies.

Surely there would be ducks around on a day such as this.
My wisdom and patience paid off. One flew by and I snagged it.

Dad did brave the "ick" long enough to take me for a short afternoon run. Other than that and this duck my Saturday was rather uneventful.

Much to my consternation, Sunday started out pretty much the same way, although by day's end the weather began to cooperate. The sun came out and it became nice enough for me to stretch my legs.

And stretch them I did.

Is that a groundhog I see?

Nope. False alarm.

Parental Unit shadows - (PU's for short.)

Corn fields ready for harvest make a pretty autumn picture.

As the sunshine ceased, so did the weekend.

I confess, rain or shine, I did not want it to stop.

As they say:

Another day ~ another dog biscuit.

Chester ;0=)