"The whole thing" is winning! I just know everything will work out in my favor this time!
We had company last weekend!
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.
