Every morning my Mommis talks to Leeloo’s Mommis about this game they are playing. Sometimes the game makes her happy, but the last two days it made her sad because she says she’s out of balls and there was a wild Ponyta out there. I didn’t see any Ponyta, but I did see a ball in the grass this morning.
She just kicked that one away toward Sammy. I don’t get it.
She also said something about buying more balls and Leeloo’s Mommis said don’t spend money doing that. But when I got into the car I opened the place where the sunglasses live and guess what? I found Mommis some money to buy more balls.
This posture is called the “down.” I got this. But there’s another piece I don’t understand at all. It’s called the “stay.”
I always position my down between Mommis’s legs. I feel that’s the best place to be. But then when Mommis moves, shouldn’t I move with her? Isn’t that “staying”–between her legs? But no. The other boys on Team Hardaway know you’re supposed to let her just leave you. I’ll never get there. I love her too much.
Entrepreneurs are nice people who like dogs and even will take you outside to pee. How do I know? Mommis took me to the Mesa Entrepreneurship Roundtable tonight and while she was speaking I walked around the table meeting all the people. There was one cat person but she was still nice. She wants to make sunscreens for cars with cat paws on them but she agreed to do dogs next.
My life is so strange nowadays. My daily routine, with the park and Leeloo and Gage and Jackson and Xena and Chai and everyone else is gone. Mostly I sit behind the gate. Uncle Max takes us out in the yard, and throws to Trina and Sammy. Uncle Dan comes over. But I never see my true love, Leeloo.
Until…every once in a while Uncle Ed descends on the scene. Uncle Ed is my special Uncle, and he is some sort of god. He takes me to the park and I get to play keepaway, which I have become good at from defending myself against Trina and Blu and Sammy:
I also got to see Leelooo, and she still loves me!
And Chai was there, too. Everyone was there. I got rid of Chai though.
I don’t know where Mommis found that Uncle Ed fellow, but he is golden. I mean, he is a golden.
The most terrible and unexpected thing happened last night. Uncle Max took Mommis somewhere in the car and she never came back! She’s vanished.
I think it has something to do with my peeing on the floor, about which I do feel bad, but Sammy says i’m wrong. He says it is the pink suitcase. The pink suitcase takes Mommis away, and he says this happens a lot more than we’d like. He saw the pink suitcase come out of the closet a couple of days ago and immediately got di-di and stopped eating. He acted all nervous, like something was going to happen. And sure enough, it did. She left.
Just when I thought puppy life was over for me, Uncle Ed came and picked us up and took us to the park. Things got better there, because Leeloo was there. and I found another one of those great water bottles that make the noise I like.
But I sure miss Mommis.
Most of the time when we’re walking I’m looking at Mommis’s butt, because I’m supposed to be slightly behind her. Although too far behind her is considered “dog at large,” and too far in front of her is considered “out of control.” These are difficult rules to master, especially since they were made by the police and not by Mommis.
The first time we came out here to the park she explained the rules of off leash walking; don’t call attention to yourself. I try to be as surreptitious as possible, although I’m the only British Cream retriever in the park. But if I am the best possible boy, perhaps they will forget I am white? No such thing as white entitlement in this park.