Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on a super Sunday. Aunt Sue is still with us, and we are lovin’ spending time with her. She makes an excellent ricochet target. I have taught her that if she is attempting to tie her sneakers, I must be sequestered in another room. Because I can make someone dizzy when they bend over and I do zoomies around them.
She delights in my 35 laps around the dining room table before I go out for my morning walk. Well maybe the word “delights” is a bit of a stretch. She kinda just shakes her head. She does love to watch me go on a GBH – wearing my track suit. I think I should go running with her some time – I’ve got the outfit, and I bet I could help her improve her time. She’s kinda slow for me.
So according to the crazy calendar, today is National Pets in Film Day. I found an article about famous dog movie stars – from long ago:
Those dogs are all before my time. I don’t know all of them, but I’ve certainly seen Toto in the Wizard of Oz like a dozen times. And that’s a lot, given that I’m only two years old. I think it’s the Warden’s favorite movie. That and the Sound of Music. But no dog starred in that one.
This is a cool video interviewing a woman who trains dogs for the movies:
I’d like to be a movie dog. I told that to the Boss and he said there already was a movie called Cujo. He thinks he’s funny.
I went to class on Friday and I was positively mediocre. Not bad given the fact that I haven’t done a lot of homework since Aunt Sue arrived. I’ve been on training hiatus. Which means once she leaves us I’ll need extreme bootcamp.
Oh I almost forgot – today is also Father’s Day. If you are lucky to still have your father – give him a big hug today. And if you can’t – call him or Zoom him or send him a text! And if your father is no longer with you, think of him and know that he is probably looking down on you. The Warden figures her father definitely looks down on her but he MIGHT be shaking his head because she has THREE dogs. Mind you, she did get her love of dogs from him. So the biscuit doesn’t fall far from the treat jar.
Her father took up golfing after he retired. And he loved the game. The Warden and Aunt Sue think that he would have thought that my skill at golf ball hunting was hysterical. When I race out of the woods with my find, sometimes they can almost hear him laughing…
OK. Time to walk Aunt Sue. After my laps around the table.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.