Fruit Girl Goes to Market

Mommis went to the Farmer’s Market in Half Moon Bay with us this morning after our walk along the Coastal trail. She goes every week, but she usually leaves us home because dogs are not allowed.

But this morning we were in the car, and she came back to us all excited.

“I met a girl at the Farmer’s Market who has a blog,” she said.

“Aaarggh,” I thought. “Everything in her life is about blogs and tech and people. Can’t more in her life be about dogs.?”

But I live in the moment, so I forgot my envy. She told me the girls were pretty and studying about nutrition. I love food. Paunnie loves it even more. So we are going to follow her blog, which is called Fruit Girl Goes to Market.

When we came home and Mommis read the blog, she told me melon is really a vegetable, though it’s sold as a fruit. She didn’t know that.  I didn’t know that. I eat kibble, myself

So last night when she went out to dinner, I thought I would do my own due diligence and see what was inside one of these.  I had to take it off the kitchen table and carry it all the way outside through the dog door to the back yard.  It’s a big book, lots of maps and charts, and it was really heavy! By the time I got it out there, I had lost my appetite for the due diligence.

I left it out there, knowing she would find it, because I left the smaller folder that was with it and I knew she would remember there were two of them. I left that one on the kitchen floor for her.

And then I took a big long nap and nursed my aching jaw.  I don’t think being an investor is any fun at all, and those binders taste terrible. No wonder everybody keeps them on a shelf and never takes them down.

This time she tried to fake me by not packing the yellow suitcase. She’s only taking the red thing. The thing the laptop goes in. But when she put the pills and the toothbrush in the red thing too, I knew where this was trending. She doesn’t take those when she goes to a meeting.

So last night, when she went out to dinner with Doris and Jerry, I took the red thing. I was gonna try to take it out in the back yard and examine what was in it to see if I was right and she was abandoning me. If it had any unders or a bra, I’d know for sure.

But man, was it heavy.  By the time I got it to the dog door, my teeth were sore from carrying it. I couldn’t quite get it, and me, through the door. And then somebody came by the house, and I had to do my job. I went to the window to look and bark to keep us safe.

And then ( I live in the present) I forgot I left it there, and she found it when she came home and figured it out.

That’s why I constantly am in the dog house.

So I  lost it tonight, and I upended her purse and spilled everything on the floor.  I didn’t realize how much “everything” she had in there, but lots of stuff, from headphones to business cards.

And then I grabbed one of her new Uggs and took it out back.  I started to eat it, but thought that might be going too far, so I kissed it and left it out there.

When she came home, she was so mad that I exiled myself outside. You could tell she was mad because she just walked around saying “no” all the time.

But in fifteen minutes she recovered and called me to come in. Then she gave me some chicken jerky so I know we’ve made up.

This is the Pacific Open Space Trail, which is a protected stretch of land from Golden Gate Bridge to Half Moon Bay. It’s all trails, and we live right near it! We’re lucky dogs.

There’s a lot of good stuff to smell and eat on this trail.

Look at Paunnie being on good boyness. He’s just a sucker for food.  But we’re out on our walk, and I resent trying to be trained on my walk.  I’m not that hungry, and it’s a beautiful day.

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Originally uploaded by KaroliK

Karoli came to see us, and she likes the beach. Mommis doesn’t like it, because of the sand in the car and the house. But when Karoli said “Let’s take the dogs to the beach, Mommis had to be a good hostess, so she did it!

I like the beach because I can play with the water and I can run. Every once in a while, I get to talk to another dog, too. Saturday we got to talk to a pug, although once Paunnie ran up to it and started barking, the pug wasn’t that anxious to meet me. I had to wait until Paunnie left (he has ADD) and then introduce myself.

I’m the greeter.

Last summer we had a cousin puppy whose name was Tailkey last summer. Now it’s something like Toll House Cookie. And we hear he’s big. I can’t wait to see him.

This is what Uncle Ed took last summer of me trying to get Tailkey back to Mommis and Auntie Belle.

Jerry is going to drive us up. We will take some Ambien so we can sleep on the trip, which is long.