Wednesday, October 04, 2006
I have decided it's true, we terriers do like to dig, and I especially like to dig so that I can bury things. Laundry day, I love laundry day because that is when I get ahold of great things to bury, socks, underwear, anything small and stinky. Can you see the sock in my mouth? That was the second pair I got ahold of, the first pair you can see hiding in the dirt. I got caught burying it, so it wasn't as hidden as I would have liked. I'm not sure how I get caught, but somehow when they see the dirt on my face they just know I was digging and burying things. What, a dog can't have a dirty face without being accused of digging?! Sheesh.
After all that rooting in the laundry, racing away with my treasure to bury, and digging, I was pretty tired and I found a nice, cool place to sleep, on the COFFEE TABLE! After I cleared everything off, I could spread out and sleep....I didn't get to stay there long, I got kicked off (not really kicked, so don't freak, I was just told "Off" and off I went, grumbling the whole way).
Bummer, I liked that coffee table.
Hey Buster, thanks for the advice on how to get food, I prefer the sneak approach, I jump up unexpectedly on anyone not paying attention and bash into the arm holding the food, which then flies through the air for me. They seem to be catching on to my ploy, but it still occasionally works with the unsuspecting!
T-man I like the way you think, be good, get the freedom. But Opy, your plan sounds good, get the freedom and then do the "dogs gone wild", so tempting. But I do like to have the run of the living room, so I guess I had better stop doing things like sleeping on the coffee table.
Hey Liberty, a green bean, I'll have to try one of those, but I really want to got upgraded to the ice cream, that stuff just looks so good and tasty.
Ah well, it's been a great weekend, I stay with Judy again for a few days, I'll try to stay out of trouble.