I've wanted my very own blog f-o-r-e-v-e-r and now I sort of have it. Mom gave me 'Mondays'. I'm still not sure why she's being so darn stingy because she hardly ever writes on here any more and when she does, it's just dumb knitting stuff. Who wants to read about yarn? How much can you SAY about yarn?? (Ball band are a totally different story....I can say a whole LOT about yarn ball bands. Just wait. You'll see. Fascinating topic.)
I don't have to introduce myself, 'cause I've snuck on here before. And usually I'm pretty upbeat about life in general. But, I got snuckered again this weekend and I'm not happy about it and I need to vent.
They left me. Oh, sure...I hear this lilting, upbeat voice talking about all the fun I'm going to have at 'camp'. And then, I see the suitcases. Drat.
I'm sad for about a minute.
'Camp' actually isn't so bad. There are friends. People friends. They all know me....and they all love me....and they all play with me....and they all fuss and muss and give me cookies. And the SMELLS!!! Oh, heavenly! And the yards are usually strewn with poop because there are loads of dog-friends there, too...so there is usually a taste treat handy whenever I want one. (This is now MY blog....I can say gross things if I want to.)
I even got rescued early this weekend. Life was good, camp WAS fun, until....I saw where they went without me.
They visited some of my favorite people in the whole world...
and went to a place where balls play a very important role.
THEY!WENT!TO!A!HORSE!FARM!!....I can only imagine the fantastic aromas coming from that place....
because there were honest to goodness HORSES there!!!
I've been told weddings are no place for a dog, but couldn't you just see some lovely paw prints on that white dress as I greeted the beautiful bride? And I sort of know the groom....and I know he loves animals. (Mommy helped him get a ferret for a pet a long time ago....that's another story.) He wouldn't have cared at all if I got him full of doggy hair. There were a few kids to play with, dinner was outside so I'm sure lots of people spilled stuff on the ground, and there was loads of room to run and I'm really in desperate need of some exercise.
Yeah. I'm really, really sad I missed out on all that fun.
But, do you know what the worst part of the weekend is???
Mom and Dad didn't put away the suitcases. And my 'camp' bag is still packed.
Are they going to do something fun again without me? Or will I be glad I went to camp? Not knowing is sort of killing me.