Yo Dawgs! WoW! It's so great to be back in DogBlogville! It feels like forever since I've sat down and rambled on about nuthin'. But have no fear - I'm back and ready to dump my empty thoughts into cyberspace once again.
Before I get too heavily into that, let me start out by makin' a confession. My last post indicated that I would be reportin' for jury duty, and I honestly assumed that I would be makin' the hour and a half trek north each day to do that. The truth is, they have not needed my services yet. I have checked frequently and my status is still "On Call" which means somebody got me all excited for nuthin' I am NOT supposed to report. Now this could all change but my paperwork indicates that they will do their best to give a week's notice before I must report. All that to say, I wanted to get back to my dawgs who are some of the most faithful around.
OK-I'm startin' to see the question marks above your noggins wonderin' just what in tarnation did Big Brown do durin' his week off? Well, truth be told, I decided to take a little blog recess to clear my brain and to catch up on some things that needed my Big Brown attention. I don't wanna bore you with all the details but I will share a couple of the latest happenins:
Top on the list is that the temperatures are risin' and so are the groundhogs. New holes are springin' up everywhere and I'm makin' it my business to investigate and document each and every one. That alone has been more than enough to keep me busy.
Next piece of business is that I finally got a new football. My last one had a run-in with Mom and the new snowblower durin' the blizzard and the end result is not pretty. Not pretty at all. I wouldn'ta believed it had I not seen it with my very own eyes, but I swear it looked like she was tryin' for a field goal as it sailed out of the snowblower and through the clothesline. She denies it all, of course.
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I have worked with what is left of this shell of a football and sadly must report that it has come along as far as it ever will. It's glory days are over and it will be sent to a nice home where it can live out the rest of it's days in a peaceful surrounding amongst other retirees.
On a more personal note, I had to agree with the PUs that I was in bad need of a make-over. My fur was gettin' shaggy and dull, and my nails were rough and broken from diggin'. Not that I'm obsessed with my looks but it doesn't hurt a dawg to take a little pride in their personal groomin', ya know what I'm sayin'? It's a real chore but sumtimes a dawg's just gotta do what a dawg's gotta do, so I allowed the PUs to take me to the local Pet Wash.
Now don't go thinkin' that this is one of them high-falutin' places that costs a lot of biscuits. I don't come out with little fancy schmancy bows in my fur either. Once here, I take a deep breath, charge through the door, find my place and get to business.
Shampoo, rinse and conditioner with minute or two left to blow-dry.
In a matter of minutes the job is done and I can go out.
I usually let a tip for the next dog management on the fencepost outside.
It's still a little chilly so the PUs run the towel over me
before I climb back into the back of Mom's SUV.
Mom got that washed this weekend too. She put the
new decal her friend bought for her on the window.
Cool, huh?
The PUs have been hearin' good things about some new gadgets to help a dawg maintain his or her good looks and have bought a couple that they are happy to report work rather well. First, the Furminator. If you haven't used one of these, you don't know what you're missin'. I know I've lost several inches on my love handles after they brushed me with it. Dad is amazed and Mom is excited because she's sure it will cut down on the amount of Big Brown hair all over the house. The other Tool du Jour is the Pedipaws nail file. "Yeah, like I'm gonna let them use a battery powered tool on my delicate paws", I thought when I first saw it. Huh! Don't ya know when they wanna use it they give me a bully stick? I wouldn't even know they're smoothin' my nails except for the faint smell of smoke.
Ta-Dah!
There ya go, that's the highlights of my weekend.
I'm findin' it hard to believe it's over already.
Now I'm all shined up and nowhere to go but work.
How about you? Not feelin' real shiny about the week ahead?
Ok, let's all take a deep breath, charge through the doors,
find our places and get to business.
The sooner we do, the sooner
we can all say "Ta-Dah" to a job well done.
Chester ;0=)
