Sweet Spot

As many of you know, I spend each evening sleeping peacefully on my little pillow on the floor. I love my pillow. It's all mine and makes me feel extra pasha-like. I even prefer to sleep on the pillow than in the bed. There's no where else in the world I'd rather sleep.

Until now.

So Mommy decided to clean the duvet cover and comforter and put them away for the summer. Before she put them away, she put them in the floor under the window. And that's when I fell in love. First, I had to check it out. I mean, there's something new on the floor. I have to sniff it! Then, I realized what heaven must be like.



It was great. It was huge, fluffy and all mine, It was under the A/C vent and cool as can be. I love it! I don't even remember what my old pillow looks like anymore.



So for now, every night will be spent in blissful slumber on the comforter. Mommy doesn't have the heart to put it up since I've adopted it. But I wouldn't give it up, anyway. Some nights I like to get right in the middle and start digging with my paws until it's the exact nest-like configuration that I want. And other nights I just want to collapse on it and let the cool air blow over me. Life is grand.

I am Me

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Can I help it that everyone wants to be around me? Please don't be jealous. I was just born that way. I know you want to pet me every time you see me, but you don't admit it. You're too proud. Well, don't be that way. It's ok to feel your feelings. I'm right here and ready to be pet. Come on, you know you want to. Maybe a little pat on the back? How about a scratch on the neck? Mmm, yes, that feels nice. Now, how about a caress on my ears? You know how you love my ears. They feel so soft, smooth and silky between your fingers. Come on, just a little touch. I won't tell anyone. It'll be just between the two of us.

Where's the Beef?

The 'rents got a new grill and my new past time is pretending like I need to go outside then hiding out on the porch after they stop looking so I can jump up on a patio chair and eat the crumbs in the warming tray under the grill. Just because they're burnt beyond recognition into chunks of carbon doesn't stop me. For heaven's sake, I eat grass! Which I must say, is sweeter than usual this season. Must be all the lovely rain we're having. Of course, the trade off is that I hate walking on wet grass so I resort to pooping on the sidewalk in the yard instead of the grass. What do I care if people walking by our fence see a poop-riddled sidewalk? I'm just a dog, I can't help myself. It's my parents that'll be judged, hee hee.

They've been leaving me in the crate now whenever they go out because apparently, I can't be trusted. I have no idea where they got that from but I actually don't mind the crate. It's comfy, safe and I get to play with my snowman. I love my snowman. I don't care if he's eviscerated and a dirty shade of gray (he used to be white). He's all mine. When Mommy gets home from work, I get excited and I run into my crate to get my snowman so she'll play with me. I don't get to see her a lot since she's at work and I miss her.

I love summer. I've been going on so many walks, I get to sniff all kinds of crazy stuff. The other day I was sure I was on the path of a rabbit. I started whining and squealing. It felt good to track again. Then, my friend Zoe and I went on a walk through the Butler Holcomb gardens and I was really worn out afterward. And today, Mommy and Daddy jogged with me on our walk. Sure beats laying around inside all winter. Or does it?