"The whole thing" is winning! I just know everything will work out in my favor this time!
We had company last weekend!
My friend Kathy came to visit me - remember? I went to visit her last year - and now she came to my house! This is a picture of her cooking me a special treat when we were at her house.
She is really nice, and played with me, especially early in the morning when my Mom was still snoozing - Kathy sat out in the backyard with me, like a proper visitor, and talked to me and patted me.
And Kathy brought a really nice lady named Mary with her, and Mary was my favorite, because she gave me treats. All the time! Really delicious treats, like shrimp, and chicken, and cake!
And I get to go visit them really soon - I can't wait!
About 2 weeks ago, after I had been out in the backyard for a really really long time, I came inside, and started to throw up.
I couldn't stop! It was all brown and gross, and I couldn't stop, and bad brown stains got all over Mom's carpet and her bed. She didn't yell at me, because she knew I was really sick. But she thought I had been eating poop (again), so she gave me her dumb lecture about how eating poop always makes me sick - I just ignored her, and kept throwing up for a really long time.
Mom had to get a special carpet cleaner to get the brown stuff out of the carpet.
Then, about 3 days later, I started doing my "New Bone Dance" on Mom's bed, while she was working on the computer. My New Bone Dance is a very special dance that I do whenever Mom gets me a new bone - I hop around, and bark a really shrill high bark, and tap my front foot on the new bone so that it hops around on the bed and I can chase it. It's fun!
Except that Mom was very suspicious, because she hadn't bought me any new bones....
But I am a very resourceful dog - see...
I had found this bone in my very own backyard:
Mom jumped up and snatched it away from me, and threw it away in the outside trash so I couldn't get it.
But HaHa! There's a whole bunch more where that came from!
Mom is starting to suspect that this bone is somehow related to all that throwing up I did - she thinks I was eating some dead animal - but I'll never tell!
She thinks it's a rib bone, and she seems to think it's a pretty big one, for me anyway -
Now I know to chew them when she isn't watching. Moms are weird sometimes.