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Who is that in our front yard?


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Mommis is working in the breakfast nook and we are all sleeping on the banquette. Then this guy comes through our front yard. Who is he? What’s he doing here? It’s too early for the mailperson. I’d better say something to try to warn him not to attack Mommis. Bluey is helping me.

Oh, it’s only Frank, our neighbor. Sorry I barked and disturbed you Mommis, but I was protecting you.

G’night. We went to the dog park this morning and really ran around, so I’m going back to sleep in the sunlight.

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I Found Her!


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I can always find Mommis. This picture tells me she is in Half Moon Bay for Thanksgiving with Auntie Belle and — looks like Kobear in the foreground and Boda lurking behind her. That’s Mommis’s kitchen in Half Moon Bay, and I just know she is walking Bo and Ko on the Pactific Open Space Trail and I’m stuck in the backyard of our Phoenix house.

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Mommis Gets Fakeup

In which I reject one of Mommis’s stupid ideas. The second one today. The first one was signing us up to participate in the PetsMart Charities video at the dog park. The second was getting those eyebrows. Mommis has Fakeup on.

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Waiting


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She’s on her way home from dinner. I have just seen her drive up in the driveway, and I know she’s coming. I’m perfectly positioned for her arrival.

As usual, Paunnie is late to the party. He doesn’t get it about sitting in the window. Instead, he lays by the front door. But since he can’t see out, he can’t tell when she’s coming and when I start to bark, he has to get up from the front hall anyway to see what’s happening.

He might as well just sit on the table with me, don’t you think?