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Mom didn’t know I was listening but I heard her say she’s going back to Sin City.  (As if there isn’t enough sin right here to keep her happy, she needs to leave the state??) I’ve been real sad knowing she’s leaving Kennebunkport for TEN days.  I’m so glad I can at least blog my worries away.  Well, blog and nap.  And yeah, chase Twinkie and blog and nap.  Maybe I’ll nudge Dad’s elbow and blog and nap.

Mom says to in order to really get her children’s book writing out to the world there is only ONE WAY and that’s Vegas.  I didn’t know that this sign pointed to Vegas.  I thought it was a message from the gang leader Moehler telling me where to go. Brrrr.  That guy gives me the chills.

So now I know this sign points to Vegas.  When Mom is gone and I take Dad for our walk at least we will know which way she went.  She went ONE WAY.  *sigh*

This picture is me and Dad being sad.  I’m holding him so he doesn’t shake too hard when he cries. No worries though because pretty soon he’ll be screaming his head off at the Red Sox and telling the umpires where to go (ONE WAY, remember?!)  I’ll stare at him and allow him to rub my fur until he feels better.

When I hear that Mom is on her way home I am going to run down the road to meet her.

I could get distracted.

But eventually I’ll be smiling at Mom and nudging her elbow until she screams at me.

And all will be well again.

*P.S.  If I don’t blog for awhile it’s because Mom locked me out of it again.  Sometimes when she’s going to be gone for awhile she does that to me.

What’s all the fuss about Bo Obama? I used to be the only Golden Dog who got all the lime light but now it seems that everyone is talking about Bo Obama.  Mom is talking about the First Dog.  Hey,  I thought I was the first dog??

I am feeling so left out.  All this fuss about pedigrees and non pedigrees.  Who cares?! My Dad says I have a pedigree and it doesn’t make me any smarter, so see, who needs it?

Anyway, I been thinking that I should probably go meet Bo.  I mean, if I’m going to compete for attention I’d better know what I’m up against, right? So this morning I nudged Mom’s elbow  to let her know I needed to talk dog-to-woman and snout to nose.  After she was done freaking out about the coffee on her new blouse I told her about my plans for a trip to DC.

Mom rolled her eyes and laughed.  I think she was thinking of how cute I am. (Maybe, right?)

Maybe she didn’t understand that I need to see what’s so special about this Bo dog.  I put my paw on her thigh and I scraped down it….reeeaallll haard. I needed her to know my dream of going to see Bo Obama.  This time she stood up and demanded that I take myself to the other room, she was bleeding a little.  (oops)

Now, I may be a punk, but I do pay attention.  Mom has talked before about vision boards.  I heard her say that when you cut out pictures of what you want and look at it a lot it helps bring your dreams into your reality.  I don’t know if it works and I don’t really know what the word reality means, but it’s worth a try.  Today I surfed the internet and found this lady who is teaching how to make a vision board.  I signed myself up for  Kat’s Vision Twist. I’m going to bring pictures of Bo and pictures of me and pictures of a yacht, pictures of my Snoopy doll and pictures of Lassie and some tennis balls and a big picture of Mom.  Yeah, I’m going to bring  LOTS pictures of  Mom.  I love my Mom.  She’s beautiful.

Moms legs are done bleeding now.  She doesn’t seem to mind changing clothes and throwing away her new shirt.  I just need her to be a better listener.  Maybe I’ll talk about it with Bo when I get to DC because Mama Obama doesn’t seem to have the same “issues” as my Mom, but she’s also not as beautiful.  I suppose a golden dog can’t have both.

Keep your paws crossed for me that my vision board gets me a trip to Washington DC.  In the meantime, I’ll just send Bo a postcard.

It wasn’t my fault.  I didn’t do it!  I was framed.  It wasn’t me.  It was the other guy.  Didn’t you see the other golden dog who weighs 80 lbs and carries a Snoopy doll in his mouth and goes by the name Lewis.  It wasn’t me.  I was sleeping. Honestly.

Why would I do that on the driveway right in a place where Mom would step in it with her new sandals?  Why would I?  I wouldn’t.  No, I love Mom.  She’s beautiful.  Even her feet are beautiful.

Ok.

It was an accident.  I didn’t mean to do it right there.  Accidents happen.

It

just

happened.

Sorry, Mom.

I love to play.  PUNKS love to play.  Did I mention I love to play??  It goes like this.  Mom throws the ball,  I go get it.  Mom throws the ball, I go get it.  Mom throws…well..you understand the concept.  Sometimes, just sometimes, I get  bored with that and I need a break.  I need privacy so I go lay in the bushes.

HE he heheheheheheh.

I can see Mom.

She’s looking for me.

HE HE HE.

She’s hollering my name all high pitched and whiny “LLLLEEEEEWWWWIS.”

‘Yeah, that’s my name don’t wear it out, Mom.”  ( I whisper that part because if she hears me say it I’m sure to be grounded).

Anyway, when I’ve had enough fun and sick of watching Mom scrounge around for me I stick my face out of the bushes.

PEEK - A - BOO!!

Pssssssst.

Yeah, YOU!

I haven’t written in a while because it’s just too hot.

I have been real busy panting, drooling and generally spending time being underfoot.  (Mom says I’m reeaally good at it, too)  And oh, yeah, it’s BAYCAYSHUN time.

Mom says its real important that everyone relax and take BAYCAYSHUN.  When she talks about this she always says stuff like “Paris” and Greece”.  I think Paris is the skinny blonde lady on the TV with the teeny tiny cat- like thing she calls a dog, and grease is grease and, well, I like bacon grease, but doesn’t everyone?  Honestly, I don’t know what Miss Paris and Bacon Grease has to do with relaxing.  I relax plenty, for example:

I nap under the bed.

And I nap on the wood floors so that I blend in.  You can’t even see me, can you?  That’s right, you can’t.

These are just two examples of relaxing and BAYCAYSHUN and right now all this talk about rest is making me fidgety, so folks, I’m going to have a nap.