...and they Wouldn't Let Us OUT!

The Alpha was out mowing, but just came running to the back door calling for The Typist in his Urgent Voice. She went out in her sock feet just as we were being told to "stay, dogs, stay," and we got shut inside the house. Then, we watched from the window in disbelief as they messed around with a little bunny, trying to get it to leave our yard! Yes, leave our yard, instead of letting us out to play with it!

After a few minutes, they coaxed the bunnybunnybun to the gate they'd opened and he hopped out along the fence line.

I don't get it. I just don't get it. That would've been the coolest snack.

Maybe they just didn't want The Boy and me fighting over it.

Oh, well.

UPDATE: I forgot to mention the part where the bunny tried to come see us. Hopped right through our doggy hole (I'd say doggie door, but The Boy tore the flap off) from the yard to the patio. The Boy was thinking about trying to get through the glass; I could see it on his face. And ears, and tail.

Uncle B!

We had a surprise Friday -- no, not more dead varmints, but something much better: Uncle B came to visit! The Typist didn't give us the usual signals of bandanna adornment or use of the word "comingover," so it was quite a surprise. We hadn't sniffed him in a long time.

Anyway, Uncle B and The Typist sat at the table and didn't eat any food (although I think they did partake of our signature beverage, since Uncle B designed the label). Instead of eating, they did Work stuff with the Laptops. Which I guess is okay, because The Typist says it's how we get toys and oatmeal, plus occasionally I get to blog. Oh, and apparently the way the laptops were set up was funny, because they hollered, "You sank my Battleship!" a time or two, but I don't get it.

Oh, and Happy Birfday Uncle B -- I say "Woff" and The Boy says "Wwwweeeweeeweeee!"

This Just In...

And by "in," I mean IN the living room. Where I was pretty sure it ought not to be. I became certain of that fact when The Alpha took note of what The Boy (shown in file photo at right) had just snuck IN from the trip to the mailbox. The Alpha was most definitely not pleased to find approximately one-half of a dead varmint in the living room floor, with The Boy merrily chewing away on it.

It smelled sorta like a squirrely, and it sorta looked like the back end of a squirrely, but with no tail. There's a slim chance it was a bunny. However, there's no chance it was among the living within the past week. The Alpha called it "half-dead," but quickly realized his error, as it was obviously all the way dead, and there was only half of it left.

We were both immediately ushered out the back door. As we watched through the sunporch window, The Alpha procured a shovel while The Typist went for the can of Lysol. No more squirr... er, bunn... uh, varmint for The Boy. And he was so proud...

Friday Five: Sleep

From reverendmother, via RevSongbird (Molly's dog-mommy):

1. In what kind of environment do you sleep best? (e.g. amount of light and noise, temperature, number of pillows, breathe-right strip, sleeping in the buff, etc.)
Inside is great, because I have lots of choices -- the big green bed, my comfy chair, the couch, the bed on the floor, the carpet, the cool tile by the front door... outside, in the sunny grass is nice, unless it's too hot. Then I like it on the shady tile.
I also like it when the thumb-havers take off my collar for the night. Relaxing!

2. How much sleep do you need to feel consistently well-rested? How much can you get by on? What are the consequences when you don't get enough?
These really aren't issues for me, seeing as how I'm a dog, and I don't have many obligations that get in the way of sleeping.

3. Night owl or morning person?
Morning! I like morning! The sun's up! It's always an exciting time!

4. Favorite cure for insomnia
A nice w-a-l-k (and they think I can't spell...)

5. To snooze or not to snooze? Why or why not?
The Alpha uses the snooze regularly. Which means The Boy and I have plenty of time to pace around the people bed to let both thumb-havers know that even if the sun isn't quite up, it will be soon. Oh, and that The Boy has to pee. So can you hurry it up a bit?

Friday Five

I'm playing with the RevGalBlogPals, which includes Molly's thumb-haver. Today's Friday Five is about Rain. Molly's thumb-haver has this odd picture of a dog wearing an umbrella. I think I'm freaked out a little by that getup. Oh, well, on to the list:

1. Favorite way to spend a rainy day
Napping on the couch with my thumb-havers.

2. Favorite song about rain
It's not really a whole song. There's a line in a Trout Fishing In America song, "It's a Puzzle," that declares, "Don't let the rain go and drizzle on your muzzle." I try to follow that advice.

3. Favorite movie featuring rain
Have to punt to The Typist on this one, who says, "Well, it only involves rain in that you have to have rain to make a rainbow, and to sing 'The Rainbow Connection,' which brings me to The Muppet Movie."

4. Favorite piece of raingear, past or present
Like I said, that dog umbrella getup kinda freaks me out. I pass on this one.

5. Favorite word for rain
"Comeinside," as spoken by a thumb-haver.

Odd morning in the kitchen

So these three GREAT guys came to see us today. We really liked them, and of course they liked us, because there really is no other option. But they spent most of their time digging all around the edges of the house while The Typist kept The Boy and me penned up with her in the kitchen while she did "work" on the "computer" at the table where there's usually "food." One of the great guys came inside and cut holes in walls and sprayed stuff in the cabinets and behind the fridge and behind the washer, and we really liked him. His pants leg smelled like Simba, or at least that's what he called it. Smelled like another dog to me.

Then, after those neato guys left, The Typist left, too, but had us stay inside instead of going out. Something about waiting 24 hours for the stuff to dry, and not wanting The Boy digging in his digging spot. We'll have to see what that's all about later. Everybody's home now, so there's not much reason to dig.

Incriminating evidence

Yeah, I don't know why we posed for this one.

Note that there is a protective barrier between us and the comforter, though.

Can you tell The Alpha was out of town last night?

Long overdue photo

The Typist realized it had been quite a while since I'd posted my lovely face on here. All the typing was getting boring. So, here's a shot from a while back -- a promotional photo, if you will, of me with a bottle of Two Hounds Nut Brown Ale, one of many beverages I am not allowed to drink (beer is Not For Poppies, I know, I know...even if my face is on the label).

There was another pic where I looked kind of schnockered, which I thought was funny because I'm not allowed to have beer and the cap was even still on the bottle. But The Typist did not think it funny enough to risk public embarassment over it.