Yippee - I spend Saturday morning with Mom. Just me and Mom. We went and watched Dad run his 1/2 marathon and then to Barking on the Bay. I got a big bone to eat and....my favorite thing in whole wide world....to run through agility tunnels. It was great.
Dad is training real hard for his marathon, Mom has slacked off since her race. Dad is getting mad at her! She is telling him she is going to do a 1/2 in December, we'll see. It's getting cold here, and she HATES it when it is cold. She'll have to run a bunch at the gym to make her promise.
Let me give you an update on the runt. He has no fear. He still slips and slides around the house. He is not afraid of arthritis like I am. Maybe he doesn't know this behaviour can hurt his joints. He also still walks and now sits underneath me in the car. I have to watch where I step so I don't crush him.
Last week he got another pair of Mom's shoes, one of her new pair! He has learned to jump up on the bed, and Dad is not happy about that. He doesn't like Buddy on the bed. And frankly neither do I. For the most part, Buddy hangs out outside, he is not too much of a pain. He did cause Mom to get me some new food :-)
Something I haven't told you about him, he is a pack rat. That's what Mom calls it, and she thinks it "cute". Dad just ignores it. I think it is embarrassing and a double standard on the parents part. He drags things outside and keeps all his toys outside on what used to by my bed. One night Dad was looking for his underwear, after getting out of the shower, and Buddy had it on the bed laying on it. When I was little I got in trouble for running outside with stuff and Dad made me keep my toys in my toy box when I wasn't playing with them. Why doesn't he make Buddy do that?
I am posting some picks Mom tried to take of Buddy and his collection so you can see what I am talking about.
No comments:
Post a Comment