Food! Glorious food!

I can't wait to get in from my walk!  That means it's breakfast time!  Oh, boy, my favorite!  My bowl filled with crunchy bits that have peas and carrots and green beans and gravy on top!  Oh, boy!  Then it's nap time with Mom.   I love nap time.

Then when Mom gets up SHE has breakfast, and she always shares with me!  I wonder what she'll have today.......if she has peanut butter, I get to lick the spoon!  If she has an English muffin, she cuts a little piece off for me!  If she has a croissant, I get the crunchy, tasty, buttery end.  I can't wait.   Oh, boy, English muffin day! My favorite!

I get excited if my Mom and Dad have to go somewhere.  They always give me a special treat!  I get to stay home by myself and have my special treat!  So, I don't mind when they have to leave me sometimes.  In fact, it's my favorite thing!


Later in the day it's suppertime!  I love suppertime!  They always ask me, "What time is it?"  And I KNOW that means suppertime!  Yay!  Then we go on a big walk and then I get my nighttime treat!  What will it be today?  A dental bone?  A chewy bone? A biscuit?  I can't wait!  It's my favorite thing!

Sometimes Mom brushes my teeth.  I like that, too!  It's tasty! 

Ah, bedtime!  I love bedtime, cause it means when I wake up, it will be time for breakfast! Yay!

It is hard to believe I once had to hand feed Harry, when he was new to us and unfamiliar.  He loves food and lives his day looking forward to the next gastronomical pleasure.  Suppertime gets a big response, with his happy meter going full blast, he runs through the house and barks out three syllables - Sup per time!   Another total favorite are home made peanut butter biscuits that I will bake for him when I'm really ambitious.  And he has special dog toothpaste that he doesn't mind at all so we can make sure his teeth stay healthy and free of plaque. 

Chippies!

Oh, boy!  Let's go out, c'mon!  No monsters day!  Oh, boy, c'mon, let's go out, let's go out, let's go out!!  Ahhhh.  It's nice today.  Quiet and breezy.  The breeze feels good.  Sniffing around, sniffing around.....there's a squirrel.  If....I....move....slowly....I....can....sneak.....up......DARN!  Up a tree.  Stupid squirrel.   Wait!  What's that?  A little, tiny creature!  Can I rub your nose, little creature?  Huh? Yipes!  It's screaming at me!  Mom calls it "chippy."  Boy, is he fast!  Faster than the squirrels!  A long time ago he could have been a bite size snack.  But I'm getting breakfast as soon as we get home, right Mom?  Oh, boy, can't wait.

Yes, Harry encountered a chipmunk on his morning walk and was VERY interested in getting up close and personal.  The little guy squeaked very loudly and startled Harry just long enough to make his exit.  What Harry would do with a chipmunk or a squirrel if he could get close is anybody's guess.  I'm not willing to find out!

I made it through the rain!

Gosh, I was so scared.  I could feel the storm coming.   Mom and Dad tried to make me feel better.  They kept saying "Izz okay" and patting me, but I was still scared.  My insides were shaking.  That made my outsides shake, too.  Mom sat on the floor with me and kept petting me over and over.  Those big booms were even shaking the house!  I slept next to Mom all night.  Sometimes she put her hand down and pet me again. 

The next morning wasn't much better.  It was really windy.  Too windy.  It was strange. At least there were no more booms.  But I walked really fast.  I just wanted to get back inside where I feel safe. 

Later Mom and Dad kept checking on me.  Why?  Izz okay. Storm is over. 

Uh-oh.  I hear booms.  They sound far away.  Way, far away.  I'm not too scared, but Mom and Dad keep checking anyway.  The far away booms stopped.  All gone. I slept in my bed, just like always.  Today the sun came out. Yay!

 

 

What Harry didn't know was that the Fourth of July was approaching and with it would be fireworks.  We already knew how frightened he was of thunder and lightning.  So frightened that he spent an entire evening trembling even though we were comforting him.  Amazingly, the fireworks weren't so bad.  Their noise was barely noticeable above the sound of the television and Harry wasn't fazed one bit.  And, although there were several firework displays going on, they were all over by ten p.m.  All that worry and Harry was fine.  Yay!