We Were Too Busy to Post Today...

Can you imagine? Dogmom didn't tell us that we were gonna get to go to Dog Pad again today and play with Tory and all the day care dogs.

We were really good boys again for Tory. We wuf it there.

She told dogmom about how I laid down in one of the pools and just floated for a while. I was a happy happy dog.

Even Opie was a good boy today. He got to run around with his 30 ft. leash, not even tied to the tree, since he wasn't looking at the fence like he wanted to jump it.

Wuf Ya! Have a great weekend!

We're back... we're tired... Opie hurt his tail...

posted by Opie today...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... snortle................. snort ................... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Dogs... Dog Pad wears us out. We're zonkered. Beat. Dog tired.

We were asleep in the car before dogmom hit the highway on the way home... and after we got home, we looked like this for three hours...

But, we'll be back to normal real soon.

Oh, yeah... Tory said to dogmom (we heard her even without our super-dog hearing) that WE were complete ANGELS at Dog Pad this weekend. For four days.

Ok. So Gomer had to wear a bark collar for screaming at Tory cuz he knew dogmom was on her way. But, for the most part he was really really good.

And, I didn't even look at the fence with the idea of jumping it. Can you imagine that? I played in the yard and I chased the balls and I ran in the pool and I dragged the big rope around the yard. But I didn't try to jump the fence. That seemed to make Tory really happy. 'Specially since so many other dogs weren't on their bestest behavior this time.

Anyways. We're really happy that dogmom is home and she came to pick us up and take us back home with her. Even though we like Dog Pad best, there's no place like home.

[Dogmom says we need some ruby slippers.]

Oh, yeah. And when I was leaving, I darted out the door really fast. But dogmom was holding my leash and the door closed in between us. I yelped and I cried and I howled. She thought I was just complaining because I couldn't get into the truck and was stuck on the other side of the door. But, know what?

MY TAIL WAS CAUGHT IN THE DOOR!!! I was stuck. So, I pulled really hard and I pulled my tail free. In the process, I pulled some skin and hair off. Now I've got a holy tail. [snicker snicker] Dogmom says holy terror describes me better... whatever that means.

Really, it hurt. I jumped in the truck, but I was so happy that we got to go home that my tail wagged around in circles, as it is wont to do... I can't control it when it does that. Round and round like a fan. In the meantime, I sprayed some blood round and round like a fan spraying water in a circle. Dogmom got in the truck and kind of freaked out cuz there was blood on the windows in the front of the truck. She was trying to figure out where it was coming from... but since now Gomer and I had our faces by hers, she couldn't see it... meanwhile, I sprayed the blood around the back of the Explorer.

When we got home, she figured it out. By that time, I forgot that I hurt my tail... silly humans freak out at the smallest things. Something about just having the truck detailed and now having to do it again. Don't have any idea what that means. Anyways, since I kept wagging off the vet-wrap bandage she made... she put a big Band-Aid on it. Goofy human.

Anyways... we're still zonked and beat and dog tired... so we'll post a better post tomorrow. Promise.

Wuf Ya! - Opie