Post Sue sad

Howdy blogaroos. Sad Squirmy here on Saturday. Sue has gone home. And we all miss her. The Coyote misses her because she gives him pats and hugs. The Boss misses her because he can get her to give him biscuits. He barks at the garage door (like there is someone in there) but he really just wants is to wander around looking for a stray kibble because that’s where our food is stored. She fell for his sad barking one day – not knowing why he was doing it. She let him in- and when she realized all he wanted to do was look for food – she enticed him back into the house with a biscuit. Bingo. He scored.

I miss her as a ricochet target. She also gives awesome ear scratches if you stare at her long enough.

As one of their last projects, she and the Warden put down a new dining room carpet. It was time. We go through area carpets in the dining room every few years . This one had some minor Coyote craft work on the corners – and also had seen lots of overall wear. Like from me running laps. So a new carpet was purchased and unfurled with great pageantry while we dogs watched from on the deck. Then the Warden doused each corner in toxic pepper spray. She and Sue ended up coughing up a storm – despite the fact that they had windows open. When we were finally let back in, we examined the new racetrack and smelled the corners- deciding that they were not exactly edible.

If a new carpet wasn’t change enough, Sue and the Warden decided to disassemble the pony-sized crate in the dining room as well. The crate was put there when yours truly arrived – so I would stay out of trouble when I was little and the Warden went out. I haven’t been left in the crate for AGES- so it wasn’t really worth the real estate it was taking up in the dining room. Now mind you, the Boss DID like to go in the crate, scratch and bash around on the metal floor and then squish his head against the uncomfortable wire walls to sleep. It was funny because he is not a fan of crates – but for some reason he found the giant enclosure a great spot.

So yesterday, after the crate was taken down, we he didn’t know where to go to lie down during the day. He eventually propped his head against a chair and fell asleep. He sure liked that crate. Unless you locked him in it. Then he would scream bloody murder. Go figure.

I had class yesterday and was my usual OK self. Not exactly the class star – but not awful either. The Warden had some good new treats – so that always keeps my attention.

Must almost be time to walk the Warden. No more group walks until Christmas holidays – when we’re thinking we might have company again. Rumor has it. We hope the rumor is true….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.