If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man. —Mark Twain
You are probably wondering about the quote in today’s blog. Well, it is from me, Scout, The Wonder Dog! Dad was so busy I decided to write the blog today to help him out. So, here it goes!
Yes, this is me; your well trained and educated blogger par excellence!
Mom and Dad got up at 7:00 AM, a little late, but it was just in time to take me outside as mother nature calls. While they made coffee and did their morning small talk, I explored the periphery of the yard, making sure no elephants had snuck in during the night; it’s a dangerous job, but someone has to do it. I sniffed and piddled at least six times, making sure everything was well marked!
I smell the icky liquid Mom and Dad drink every morning; I think they call it caugh-phee or something like that. When my nose detects that smell, I know that breakfast will soon be served! Dad fixed breakfast for me, and he is always generous about the contents!
If you worry about my doggie sense of humor, I chewed on Daddy’s magazine, NOT the Playboy, and found these pictures.
My sister was here this morning, so I got some extra scratching in and another crotch to smell; it’s a doggie thing, you know. I heard my humans talking, and I guess my sister is going to Girls Night Out at the Elks with them today. I plan to sneak in the car and go with them; after all, I am writing the story today!
It was 11:00 AM, and I heard the keys rattle; that’s my queue, so I went to the garage and jumped in the back seat of The Silver Fox. We were off like a flash. Mom was yelling, “Giddy Up Go,” and Dad was pulling back on the reins!
We made a stop in about five minutes; oh dear, did they see me? I peaked up and they were walking into a large building, and other humans were bringing out food in baskets? I was puzzled. After five minutes, I saw them coming, and Dad opened the back door and spotted me; I am toast! He is a lovely man and did not say anything except, “Do not eat the birthday cake!” Cake and me in the back seat all alone? It’s a recipe for disaster and a definite sugar high! I controlled myself.
We arrived at the Elks Lodge; I was hoping to see a real Elk because I wanted to chase it! NO real Elks to be seen. When Mom and Dad exited the car, I followed behind; I must see this Elks Lodge thing for myself!
Well, they sat at a big table, and my sister Robin was there. I stayed in the shadows at the next table and watched! Dad took out that noisy black thing and began pushing buttons on it. I think it captures souls!
My Sister and Mom; they are joined at the hip!
Hey, my friend Sydney is here today, and she brought her sister, her Dad, and Jeannie. I wonder what’s going on?
Hal, Jeannie, sister, and Sydney!
I wish I could go over and smell the guys, but I had to stay “hidden.” I used to eat garlic. My bark was worse than my bite.
My friends John and Mike came today also!
Oh! Oh boy! There is a cake, and Mom is kissing Hal; it must be some weird human celebration. Let’s see; I heard Hal say he was 92. Will, I am eleven in people years, making me 77 in doggie years! Oh dear, I am as old as Dad!
Mom gave Hal a big birthday kiss!
Everyone settled down and ate. Dad dropped a couple of pieces of steak just for me. Mom posed, and Dad took her soul with that camera thing?
Mom is so cute (I guess, at least Daddy thinks so!)
We got into the car after saying goodbye. Mom and Dad said there were going to Sherman Gardens. That will be fun as I can patrol the gardens and watch for elephants!
They took me to Sherman Gardens after lunch!
Oh boy, Oh boy… I get to run and play and poop and pee in new places! This is more fun than a visit to the hot dog factory! Did I tell you that a local dog gave birth at the side of the road? She got fined for littering.
Oh! Lot’s of room to run and hide!
Mom found a big water bowl for me but one look inside and I opted out, “Mom, I’ll take a beer instead!”. I really needed water because there was so much more to pee on, but I digress!
Mom asked me if I wanted a bath, I said, “NO!”
We walked inside a nice warm building with lots of flowers which I discretely watered as I was walking by them. Dad stopped and Mom did the click-thing!
Mom used her magic box to capture Dad’s soul!
I heard a lot of noise, but I refrained from barking for fear I would scare the workers. I do not know what it is, but Dad kept making funny sounds and pulling at something from the sky. I think he was saying, “Choo Choo; Toot Toot!” Humans are sometimes a little weird!
I hope they bring me back so I can chase the train!
Dad worked on his website after we got home so you can see all the pictures from our visit!
We jumped in the Silver Fox, and this time the cat was out of the bag; they knew I was here, so I sat up in the back seat and watched the other cars whiz by. It was dinner time when we got home. I can’t tell the time, and every time is dinner time for me. I think it was 5:30 PM.
Mom and Dad went upstairs and finished off the Thanksgiving tree using the newly arrived autumn garlands.
Mom and Dad finished off the Thanksgiving tree!
When they came downstairs, they decided to go into the swim spa, whatever that is. They took off their fur and jumped in hot water; humans are indeed odd! I patrolled the yard and barked at some neighbors just to let them know I was doing my job.
Mom and Dad watched TV, so I placed myself on the floor right in their way, so they had to walk around me when they went to the kitchen; I am good at doing that! They watched some movie called “Stripes”; they laughed a lot.
At 10:30 PM, Dad took me out to do my business. He was amusing because he did his business also. We both watered the grass; I don’t think Mom knew!
It was lights out at 11:00 PM. Dad is considerate; he took off his jammie top and put it across me thinking I might get cold during the night.
Well, it was exciting to take on the blog today and give Dad a rest! Remember, “Growl, Woof Woof, Bark!”. In doggie, that translates to, “Have a good night and don’t let the bed bugs bite!”.
