Hurricane Irene Tree in Sunnyside

I did what I needed to do with this hurricane Irene tree: peed on the end of it.  It was clearly my territory.  Then Faith has to go and ask someone to take a picture of us.  Can you tell I'm a bit uncomfortable?  I mean really, being held by my person while we SIT on the tree.  That is just not how it's done in dog-world.  I'm a good sport though, and Faith does love her photos, so I dealt with myself.  We went later for an hour long walk around the neighborhood and I got to do my dog-thing -- undisturbed.  

P.S.  I heard the tall, pointy building in the far background is called The Empire State Building.  I've not been there myself, but it gets lit up every night, and we see it on our last walk each evening.

Roberta & Madge

I do enjoy giving out the adoring, loving looks these days...

Hurricane's on its way...

Have you heard?  I knew without even watching the weather channel (although Faith & Glenn have had it on much of the day) that a storm is coming.  I can feel it in my bones...and ears.  Faith took me out for a long, damp walk this morning and again this afternoon.  I can guarantee I'm not going to put with this wet-walking much longer.  I usually just sit down and look at Faith to let her know...No Way Is This Walk Happening.  This time, she really pushed me to get out there and pee.  I have a feeling even she won't be trying to take me out in the hurricane they're calling Irene.  Well, here's a pic from a few weeks ago, when it was nice & dry.

Good weather!

The weather has improved for my dog tastes!  Faith and Glenn are taking me on very long walks again.  I spent a good number of days panting, panting, panting this summer.  Faith would still try and go far, but I would slow down to a dog-crawl to let her know I was getting overheated.  She kept me well with plenty of water and even put ice cubes in it since our kitchen is so hot that the water would warm up through the day.

Now, I am getting to comfortably smell all the smells I want to every afternoon.  It's glorious!!!  

Better news!

I almost forgot to share the even better news.

My uncle Glenn has come to live with us, and I get to cuddle up to him whenever I want.  I play it sly and mostly just lay on his comfortable bed, pretending I couldn't care less if he was around, but the truth is I dig the company.  (I couldn't contain my excitement when he first walked in the door a few months ago -- I sniffed and then squeaked and squeaked because I recognized him and my grandmama, but don't tell him -- I'm really trying to play it cool.)

Bad News & Good News

So, I've been quite depressed of late. 

Recently my best-walking-friends have not been around.  Faith says they just aren't walking dogs in our area anymore but they'll come visit someday soon.  I'm not so sure.  You see, I'm a living-in-the-moment kind of girl, so it's hard to imagine much into the future.  I just want them to walk me!

That's the bad news.

The good news is that Faith promises, promises, promises me I get to see George in October.  She's going to somewhere called the Poconos, and I'll get to have a sleepover with George!  (I was going to see Lesley in September, but some schedule change stopped that from happening.) 

I'm going to keep taking it as it comes, but Faith assures me that I'll be sniffing George soon enough and jumping around in excitement when he comes to pick me up.