There are some really weird things going on in my life right now. It all started last Monday. We were sitting there on our little patio next to the house (that's what Mom and Dad call our Winnebago). Dad was looking a bit like a sad dog who had just fallen into a creek. He was petting me but sort of like he wasn't really there to feel it. Lately, we hadn't been taking very interesting walks because he got a little tired. Mostly, we just did the business then hung out on the patio or watched TeeVee.
Sage Words, the 3rd of their litter, came and sat with them for a few minutes. Then he helped Dad go get in his car and came back to put me in the house. Mom turned on the light even though the sun was shining and I figured they weren't coming back for awhile. Darn, I wanted to go with them, Dad just wasn't his usual self and I wanted to keep my chin on his knee.
I was pretty surprised later when Chica came and got me and took me to her house in her car. That's never happened before. Then Sage came home and told me I was going to have a sleep over. He even slept on the couch with me but I had to wear my purple leash so I couldn't go upstairs and play chase with the cats.
Now, it really gets strange. I have been here at their house all week. Mom came one day and took me to our house and I got pretty excited because I thought Dad would be there but he wasn't. My friend Joe came and scratched my back but that's all that happened. Then we went back to Sage's house.
Skooba came and he's staying at Sage's house too. He's the runt of Mom and Dad's litter and I really like him. I remember he played with me last year when everyone was getting ready for his wed-ding. He pretends he's gruff and mean but he's really a softy. He even made me a special watering jug that drips fresh water into my bowl all day so my bowl doesn't get hot out side.
Then Sage bought this gate sort of thing and put it on the stairs. I don't have to wear my purple leash in the house anymore but I can't figure out how to get over it to go play chase with George and Gizmo.
I decided on Saturday that since no one else was bringing Dad here and they seemed to be staying away for long times, I was going to have to do something about the situation. I worked all afternoon to dig an escape tunnel under the fence in the back yard. Boy the ground is hard and hot here in the desert. I kept wishing it would rain to soften up the dirt. It didn't. But I finally squeezed through and started off down the street. I was determined to go find Dad so we could go home.
I think something must have been wrong with my DPU. No matter which way I looked, all the big houses looked like Sage and Chica's. None of them were normal houses with wheels under them and steps up to the door. I wandered around for a little while before I figured my Dog Positioning Unit wasn't going to be much help. Then a nice lady named Danielle called me over. I sat with her for a few minutes and tried to tell her all about how they had taken Dad away but they forgot to bring him back. I told her how I had to find him because they keep forgetting him and they seem pretty nervous. She listened and petted me and even called me Clancy. Then she said, "I think we'll call the number on your little necklace."
So she did and pretty soon Skooba and Sage and Mom, but not Dad, came to Danielle's house and took me in the car back to Sage's house. The one really good thing that happened was that Mom stayed there and slept on the couch with me instead of Sage. And she did last night too. I was so glad she was there I didn't even try to get over that gate on the stairs to go up to play chase.
This morning, Mom told me that Dad is in something called a hospital and that another human, a doctor, that's a vet for humans, was making his heart feel better. She said that after a little longer Dad will come to Sage's house and we can stay here for a couple more weeks. Then we'll go home to our house. She said that when Dad is all better, we'll be able to go for even better and longer walks when we take the house somewhere new. Well, that's good I guess. But I wonder why Dad doesn't just lick it where it hurts so it can get better, that usually works for me. Of course, sometimes I do need some help, like getting star thistles and burrs out of my feet. That's when Dad helps me. Maybe that's what the vet is doing for him. When he comes to Sage's house I'll find out where his hurts are and lick them for him. Then he'll be all better.
Somebody sent this to Mom and she showed it to me. I thought you would like it.
Woof at you later,