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?