Wood Trails, Opossum Carcasses and other Gross Things

This weekend, Daddy took me on the trail twice--both Saturday and Sunday.

On Saturday, we all went--Mommy, Daddy, and the Litte Whiney Thing (which from now on I'll refer to as the Toddler). It was a beautiful day. Just perfect for Posa to run around and dart back and fort. We passed many dogs. Some were worth sniffing; others were not. Then we passed by this dirty dog (so his owner said), who to me smelled wonderfully. He had rolled in something smelly-delectable. But the woman warned Mommy and Daddy so even though I made a beeline for the animal carcass, Daddy caught up with me just in time.

Shucks!

But on Sunday, Daddy, the Toddler and I went down the trail on the other side of the road. Mommy had something better to do than to hang out with us. While Daddy and the Toddler were busy throwing rocks and sticks in the creek, I snuck off and found an opossum carcass. I got inside of it. But then Daddy found me out.

I hid my scent so well, I was very pleased with myself. Unfortunately, as soon as we got home, I was scuttled to the bathroom for a bath. I unded up smelling like peppermint, which was not at all what I intended. But Mommy thought I smelled good and that my fur is nice, shiny and soft.

Today, I spent the whole day home alone recovering from the weekend-worth of trail hopping. It was just as good. It was soo ugly and rainy outside. I liked a day to myself to sleep off my fatigue.

Tricked by Daddy

Yesterday when Mommy and Daddy got all dressed up to go to the Big Yard, where they spend their dayhours, I found it a bit suspicious that they wanted me to go along. But Daddy put the harness on me so I was happy to be going out. I thought we'd go for a long, long walk or something.

But then, he put me in the car. Oh goody, we're going on the trail, I thought.

But no, Daddy took me to the vet to have my teeth cleaned. I don't like going to the vet.

He left me there. They put me to sleep. The next thing I knew I was awake but really groggy. Daddy came to pick me up. I could barely walk, think or stand. I walked out of the vet room into the waiting room and then stood there. I got confused and wanted to go back into the vet room. But Daddy wouldn't let me. Instead he put me in the car and drove me home. I slept the rest of the day.

When Mommy came home in the evening, she cuddled with me. She said my breath smells better now.

Jean Valjean Posa

Mommy has started to call me Jean Valjean. I don't know who that is or why she's just added another name to the arsenal of names they have invented for me over the years.

It's hard to remember that I'm Mariposa, MP, Posa, Mary (as Daddy calls me when we're out and when he's introducing me to someone too American to be able to understand Mariposa), MPosa, Popo, Marypopo. And now Jean Valjean.

Mommy calls me that every time after I steal bread from the table. I can't help it that the Little Whiny Thing is not careful enough with him food.

And he leaves the crust behind. Why let the yummy crust go to waste!

So what Martha that your dogs now blog (and the Little Whiny Thing update)

As my Mommy just learned, now even Martha Steward's dogs have a blog, called The Daily Wag. Aren't they fancy!

I have been a dog with a blog for over three years now, although as I've complained before Mommy hasn't really been doing a swell job of blogging about my life. Something about her being tired, having too much to do and having to contest with The Little Crying Thing.

The Little Crying Thing is really no longer so little, and should really be renamed The Little Whiny Thing, and who's started to try to boss me around.

Who does he think he is! He's not the boss of me. As Mommy says he is my younger brother not my boss. But he seems Mommy reprimand me when I try to steal food off the table (I know I shouldn't do it but table food smells so tasty) so he tries to do it too. I also probably shouldn't try to steal food from the Little Whiny Thing's hands but I can't help it. He's just my size. And his food is just at my snout level.
Too easy and too tempting.

I do love him and try to lick him to show him that. Sometimes he thinks it's funny and even positions himself so I can give him a head lick; other times he starts whining and crying, like when he comes home from wherever he goes during the day three days a week while poor Posa is stuck home alone.

I also try to play with him. Like when I position myself right in the middle of the train tracks. (It's like when Mommy reads the newspaper on the floor, I sit right on the paper so I can read it too.)

I also sometimes try to play with his toys when he's not around, especially if they are the nice wooden ones which he sometimes forgets to put away. They are delectable to chew.

Sleeping

I've been sleeping a lot lately. I'm a dog. That's what I do when I'm not out walking, running, sniffing or barking. Or trying to steal food from the kitchen.

I also blame Mommy and Daddy. They could walk me more. Like twice or three times a day instead of walking me once a day in the evening, when it's dark outside and none of my friends are out.

This past week, Mommy woke me up at 6:30 am to take me for a brisk walk. I was confused. Why? Why the sudden urge to walk me? I hope she continues to do that. I enjoyed it.

Daddy also says that I'm overweight. I should apparently loose 8 pounds. Again, walking me more would help!

All alone this week

On Sunday, Mommy and Daddy and the Little Crying Thing left for the day, leaving poor Posa all home alone. When they returned in the evening, it was just Mommy and Daddy, no Little Crying Thing.

Today is Wednesday and he still hasn't returned. It's kind of like the good old days, when it was just me and Mommy and Daddy. But back then I was always home alone during the week but I didn't mind it.

But this week, I've been lonely. I've gotten used to the Little Crying Thing. I even miss him playing with the vaccuum cleaner and brooms and chasing me around with his popcorn popper.

When will he come back.

Ivan's back

Mr. Meh, as Mommy and Daddy call him, came back today. Mommy, Grandpa and Ivan appeared together this afternoon. I wondered these last two days where were Ivan and Grandpa. I missed them. Mariposa was lonely.

I'm mean it's all fun sleeping around all day, barking as needed and playing with my imaginary friends, but it's also fun having Ivan around. I try to play with him, but I'm not sure how.

Sometimes I lick him, or at least try to. Sometimes, he feeds me food. Othertimes, I try to snatch crackers and cheese from his hand.

I just don't know why sometimes he takes the broom and walks it around toward me. Other times he seems to chase me with this little cart he has. Mommy tells him not to.

And I really don't know why he loves my arch enemy, the vaccuum cleaner, so much. I told him not to play with it. But he insists playing with its wires and exploring it. I don't know what's so fascinating about it. It's scary and loud and it moves on its own.