Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy Cujo Wormy here on a terrible Tuesday. And why is it terrible? Aunt Sue is going home today. We have enjoyed having her here- another victim, I mean human, to train. She’s not easy – she has kinda figured me out. She knows how to avoid ricochets, and she firmly tells me “no” if I get overly exuberant and start biting. She also knows how to shout out “Where’s Tuggie?” to avoid being maimed. That being said, she was just a little bit inattentive yesterday and didn’t notice that her headband fell off the shelf in the closet – which allowed yours truly to find it, and well, I thought it could use a hole for more air circulation. Busted. Guess I need to do some Christmas shopping at the headband store.
Anyway, I’m very depressed that she is leaving. We all are. All alone – just the four of us – until Santa arrives on the 24th. Mind you, I don’t think he’s staying very long.
So we’ll just mope around, chew the rug, I mean stare at the rug, go for walks….try to be happy….until she and Keith come back again. On the 27th!!! Yup! She didn’t cancel her flight for the 27th, so we couldn’t have been tooooo bad!!!
In the meantime, the Warden and I and the Boss need to get into some serious Rally training. Rumor has it we boys have BOTH been entered in a real honest to goodness rally trial. Soon. Super soon. I think we need some sedatives for the Warden – she’s getting nervous already. I thought this was supposed to be fun. Not nerve racking. If anyone has any words of wisdom to calm her down, feel free to share them. I mean how badly could we do? Don’t answer that….
OK. Time to take Aunt Sue out for her last walk before she goes home. Maybe I could tie her to a tree so she can’t leave. Or steal her shoes..Or chew a hole in her suitcase….
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.
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