An interesting weekend, to be sure.  For one, they threw me a fake on taking off for the weekend.  The big, black boxes were out, as was my carry case.  I thought for sure we were going somewhere.  But we didn’t.  So, I was relieved.  For sure.

Oh, but that’s not all.  I got into trouble, and actually got swatted on the butt for this one.  See, AH was taking out some cans and bottles, and he left the door open while he was out.  He typically does this and I know better than to try and make a run for it.  But not this time.  I was out in a flash and he had to chase me down.  He wasn’t very happy.

I’m not sure why I’ve done this twice now.  I know there’s trouble out there in the form of wile e. coyotes, and I know I’m going to be in trouble when I do it.  I blame the weather and the fresh grass.

The good part?  I was let out several times over the weekend, including some afternoon time in the sun with FP.

Speaking of FP, she is failing in her duties to be the Food Provider.  For some reason, she bought me a new type of wetfood.  I don’t like it.  Any of it.  At all.  The first couple times, I sniffed it and walked off.  That always makes her happy.  Heh.  But then she kept putting it out there, and I simply stopped bothering to ask anymore.  I don’t get it.  I’m open to pretty much everything - like the bits of steak I scored last night - but when I don’t like something, I don’t like it.  And continuing to put it out there expecting a different result could - could - lead to a strategically placed Wumpus Biskit if corrective action isn’t taken.

OK.  Enough whining.  The sun is out, it’s a bit chilly but there’s some sniffing to be done.  See you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

Confidential to FP:  Knock it off with the food, mkay?