Weekend Warrior

The weekend started out uneventful but turned out to be chock full of "Firsts". Some were good, some not so much. Let me explain:

Right before bedtime on Saturday night, I had my first encounter with a new stranger in the neighborhood and I decided to be sociable. I found out that he had a offensive air about him and I quickly returned home.

I guess his foulness rubbed off on me because Dad insisted that I spend the night in my kennel. This was my first ever camp out! The fun quickly wore off because it was not nearly as nice as my big boy bed inside, but I didn't think it would be wise to complain. I crawled into my doghouse with my blankies and didn't voice my displeasure even once durin' the night.

Sunday brought my first ever mornin' bath. Apparently I didn't get as close to that stranger as my PUs originally thought but a bath was still necessary so that I could experience our first 2010 breakfast in the mountains. I arrived smellin' all fresh and I was lookin' fine in my Big Brown suit, even if I do say so myself.

Water + mountains = FUN 

Supervisin' the cooks is hard work but it does put me

in a great position to get first crack at fresh fallin' samples.

If I had refused to take that early mornin' bath, not only would I have missed breakfast but I would have also missed my first swim of the season.

Unfortunately, the spring sun has not warmed the water to it's summer temperatures yet and it gave me my first ever case of limber tail. This is one first I coulda done without. Thank goodness that Mom had heard of this before otherwise she mighta freaked when she saw the odd angle at which I held my tail when makin' a deposit in the yard. 


I was so tired but I the pain kept gettin' worse and I couldn't get comfy. Mom then opened a bottle she had bought awhile ago for emergencies and gave me my first ever baby aspirin. That helped a lot and I was finally able to relax and go to sleep. In most cases, dawgs who experience this condition will recover but there is a small percentage where the tail is affected permanently. All prayers gratefully accepted that I get my wag back. 

Monday's here and I see that your tail isn't flyin' so high today either.

My prognosis is that it will keep gettin' better each day and by Friday

your tail will be waggin' again too!

Chester ;0=)

My bewwy huwts!

Today's post will not be showing any pictures. I don't think Mom would appreciate me showing my bedroom like it was when she opened the door this morning. Ya see, I had "issues" last night and without getting too explicit, let's just say I had both ends workin' last night. When Mom opened the door the look on her face was kinda hard to describe. I tried to get outside, I really did. I thought maybe if I pulled on the rug hard enough it would open the door but it didn't. And she had a hard time finding where to step. She told me to stay and then once she maneuvered past my "deposits" she opened the door so I could go outside. While I went out to do my usual business, she rolled up the rug and cleaned up with some smelly cleaning spray. I think it may have been something I ate last night when Dad had me out in the fields for a walk. At least I think so, unless I caught the flu bug that Dad had on Monday. Mom sure has had alot of cleaning to do this week. First Dad, now me. I really, really hope she don't get it 'cause neither Dad or me can handle cleaning that stuff. I think Moms come equipped with something special that allows them to take care of stuff like that. She wasn't mad at me or nothing. Well, I think you get the picture and hopefully I haven't ruined your breakfast. I'm gonna go take a nap. Take care and I'll be lettin' ya know how I feel later. Chester