Archive for November, 2011

November 6, 2011

My Peeing Tree

These days I am mostly an inside dawg. But when it was me & my Angel Neve we were inside and outside dogs. The hu-mans hafe decided that they are gonna tidy up my outside pen and maybe I can be an inside/outside dog again. I’m not entirely sure what I fink of that idea so far. I hafe some fery comfy beds inside nowdays and inside is much closer to the noms.

The first fing what they hafe done is chopped my best peeing tree.  When practically efurry other pup what I know hafes their trees nomed by that mean ole Hurrycane Irene, or broken by the OctoSnow, and I hafes a pawfectly fine tree, the hu-mans chop it for no good reason. Hu-mans is just beyond understanding some times.

Well, they didn’t pawsonally chop it. They paid pawfectly good green papers (what could have been better used to buy dog noms) for sumbody to chop the tree. It WAS a pawfectly  good tree too – well, apart from it looked a bit lopsided from the bits what the hu-Dad chopped off his-self. But the hu-mans finked that its leafes was blocking up their gutters and the roots was getting in their pipes. So they chopped it down.

I did a bit of supervising.

Today was the day fur tidying up the tree stuffin’.  Mumma fought I could supervise, but true-fully I did not like it out there much. Fur some reason I got to whining & squeaking.  Mumma didn’t know if it was because it looked all strange out there with bits of tree stuffin’ lying all around, or if it reminded me of Angel Neve, or if I was still a bit unhappy from the fireworks next door what we heard last night. And I wasn’t telling.  I had a quick look inside my little dog house. But it was all lonely & cold in there without my Neve, so I didn’t stay long at all.  And then I got to trying to steal the bits of tree sticks out of the hu-Dad’s hands when he was trying to get them chopped up.  Seeing as I is not a stick chasing dog at all, Mumma was fery puzzled by that. Maybe I was safing them to build a fort for my new friend Khrya.

So the Dad banished me back to the house.  I was good wif that idea myself, acktually. I scooted right back inside the house as soon as hu-Dad let me out of the dog pen.

Anyways, here are some picktures. I does not look like my normal happy self ‘cause I wasn’t feeling like my normal happy self one bit.

My dog pen wif the hu-Dad werking...

..... the other side of my pen, wif my little house.

I looked in my little dog house.

Mumma maked me pose by some sticks. Meybe this could be a fort fur Miss Khyra.

All that remains of my best peeing tree.