Thanksgiving

So last year... as I am sure you remember... for Thanksgiving I went to Bridget's house (which was the coolest by the way). This year Bridget has a new puppy, and for reasons that I surely can't not figure out, mom and Bridget decided that it might be a little too busy at Bridget's house for 4 dogs. Whatever.

This resulted in me getting to take a road trip with my BFF Meredith and mom and dad to Nebraska. This was THE BEST! I got to be the only dog, which never happens around this place. I sat in the backseat with Meredith watching movies and snoozing on the way there. Quiet as can be. Oh, except for that one high pitched bark in dad's ear while he was driving to let him know I had to go potty. It was right around the I-80 truck stop. There was so much to smell I almost forgot why we stopped!

Once we got to Nebraska, I cuddled with anyone that came near me. Mom and Dad brought my pop-up crate but I dragged the blankets out of it the first night and slept on the floor next to their bed. That was very nice because at home I sleep in my crate. Something about how the cats need a break from me at night. Again... whatever.

Rhonda and Bob (dad's parents) had this fabulous backyard with about 100 squirrels. Okay maybe not 100, but a lot. This was heaven for me. I even pushed a chair over to their big window so I could sit comfortably and watch for them.

We took tons of walks while there. Every night mom and Rhonda and I would take a walk. It was really nice not to have to walk with that slobbery Kasey dog. We saw lots of other people out walking, but you know, I like to do my own thing so I just sniffed away.





The rest of the time I played with my toys and pretty much forced everyone to either nap with me or pet me. Oh yeah, they could not resist me.


:)

I did not leave Nebraska without leaving my personal mark. Anytime the people left the house, they put me in a bathroom in the basement. The first time I was fine, but then I noticed that there were marks on the door frame from another dog that had tried to dig her way out. This seemed like a good idea, so the rest of the time I was put in there... I would continue what I saw as a dog family tradition and scratch away the wood on the door frame.

And who says I am not a team player? Clearly, they do not know my work.