I go to the farm

…. but mom forgot her camera.  Too bad!

On Sunday after Mom came home we got in the car (I got the back seat) and drove and drove and drove.  We drove on a big road for a long time.  When I looked around, I saw there was a lot of space to run — more than I had ever seen before.  I didn’t know where we were headed, but I was patient and waited until we stopped in front of a little white house. 

I got out of the car and sniffed the people who lived there.  There were some awfully good smells coming out of the kitchen.  And I made sure to sniff everything in the living room, to make sure it was ok.  I ran upstairs and downstairs to check out the whole house, and then sat under the table while they ate dinner.

After I ate we were all sitting in the living room and I was playing with a ball, when all of a sudden more people were standing at the door making a loud noise!  And three of them were Boys!  They were nice boys and they wanted to pet me a lot.  I felt like a Very Important Dog when they petted me, so I sat just as straight and as still as I could.

Everyone else ate cake and ice cream and Mom seemed happy.  I was glad about that.  Then we all went upstairs and went to sleep.

The next day we went to ANOTHER house, out where all the running space was.  There was a bigger house and lots of big buildings.  I sat behind Dad’s chair, just because it felt better to do that. 

Then we went to one of the big buildings where a Strange Man showed us something in the corner.  There was a cat and five little furry things that looked kind of like big furry rats!  I didn’t think they were cute.  Actually, I think they looked yummy.

One of them ran out toward me, so of course, I started to scoop it upin my mouth, until mom yelled at me, so I dropped it.  Then SHE picked it up, and she acted like she LIKED it.  She petted it a little, even.  Weird.

I really wanted to see those furry little things again, but Mom wouldn’t let me.  I don’t know why.

I hope I get to go back there again.  There was so much space to run, and I could hear and smell other Dogs around, so it must be Good.

And there were Boys.  Boys are always good

I wish I had a friend like this

golden-retriever-and-cat-friends.jpgMom showed me this picture the other day.  I met this nice dog once, when she was a puppy.  She has a friend, as you can see.  I’m not jealous of her (dogs aren’t jealous, as Rowan so clearly knows), but sometimes I wish I had a friend like this, that I could cuddle with.

 It’s cold here.  I like the cold, and especially like rolling around in the snow.  Mom and dad don’t like the cold so much.  So, we don’t do as many fun things together in the winter.  Also, Mom has to work more in the winter.  That’s when it would be good to have a friend.

 In the summer we go on vacation together, and I catch the ball in the yard, and we eat outside by the lake sometimes! 

In the meantime, I try to be the best friend I can to mom and dad.  I know that’s my job, and that’s part of what God created me to do.

Also, does anyone here know:  why do most churches not let dogs come to church?  I think we could teach a lot.

My mom did this….


You Are: 70% Dog, 30% Cat


You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.You’re both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.However, you’re definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.

I was a little worried, because before I came along, Mom considered herself to be a cat person.  But I see that I have almost completely converted her.  I guess I need a little more time before the work is totally done!  How long do you think it will take?