Tied a hankerchief to a stick, and waited to return to my hobo ways

So I waited patiently until Mom opened the front door to take out the garbage and when I saw that beautiful yellow shimmer of light peek through the door frame, I took THAT VERY opportunity to act.

Oh yes I did.

I bolted through the door and ran towards the light – Ah Freedom, feeling the fresh air whip through my ears, my tail feathering out, me experiencing the pure and simple joy of not being tethered to Mom’s hand.

Uh oh. What is that blue and yellow blur screeching my name? Oh Look! It’s Mom running (uphill) towards me with my leash and something in her other hand (chicken jerky).

So I took off again, heading towards the bank of mail boxes at the top of the hill where I took a moment to sniff the bushes and have a pee. Oh, looky there, someone is leaving the complex, Mom looks like she’s following with my leash, still screeching my name – so I’ll wait by the smaller people gate after all, that’s the one we always use, not the big car gate. Mom is taking too long; maybe I’ll dart around that van and go for a walk without her.

Oh yes I did.

Mom and I played a new game: It’s called “Chase”. It’s when *I* take myself for a walk and Mom chases me with my leash, screeching my name. I would look back every once in a while to make sure Mom was still chasing me as I darted in and out of the various townhouse complex’s, exploring their parking lots, all the interesting bushes, trees, posts, and various other smells.

Mom doesn’t like playing “Chase”. She told me TWO HOURS LATER (!!!!) when she gave up and let me win.

Y’see, after Mom chased me around the neighbourhood(s) I decided to go on my normal walk. Mom saw what I was going to do and ran back the other way, to ‘head me off at the pass’ as it were. I dodged into another complex to explore their parking lot and bushes instead.

Oh yes I did.

Mom said later she was worried she would run me into the traffic so she decided to quit and go back home, hoping I would follow. After a while I was getting bored and decided to see what Mom was doing. She was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the people gate to home. I grinned and tried to motivate her to chase me again but she held up some chicken jerky and asked if I was hungry yet. I was.

Ah crap! She tricked me by snapping on my leash and walking me back home. And she forgot to give me my chicken jerky! When we got home I didn’t understand why Mom was so upset. I mean, it was a beautiful sunny day and I was so happy to go out romp and play and Mom played “Chase” with me, why was she so anxious and upset? And… um, …why am I being LOCKED UP IN THE BATHROOM FOR HALF AN HOUR???

Oh yes I did.

Just to confuse Ziggy

I'm posting twice in less than a week!

Today I saw Miss Natasha (see Glossary). I wrote a note to her telling her about when Mom tried to give me a bath a few weeks ago she messed up my tail into one huge knot, how I needed a wee tail and ear trim, and a mani-pedi.

Oh yeah. And a bath. 'Cause I stunk!!

Mom took me to see Miss Natasha today and now I smell Dee~Vine! And that clumpy knot in my beautiful tail is gone - mind you, so is all the hair on the base of my tail, but what can I say? That's what happens when amateurs get involved in the dog grooming side of things!

Miss Natasha let me write a note to Mom telling her all about my day, how I was such a good girl, stayed quiet in my pen while I waited to have my nails done, and didn't try to hurt anyone at all. Mom was so happy she bought me a KiraBurger on the way home...Mmmm, Dee~Lish!

(NO! No KiraPorn! I'm not letting Mom take a picture of my butt to show my tail!!)

Mom is sick :-(

Mom has a really bad cold right now. She went to work on Monday (had to attend some training) and got worse and worse with her cough and nose dripping then she called in sick for Tuesday. She stayed home Wednesday too.

Today Mom tried going to work. She said she felt fine after her shower - nose seemed to clear up a bit and her throat wasn't as sore (of course between the Sudafed, Nyquil, Buckleys, cuddles from Yours Truly, she sure thought she was fine!)

Well. By lunchtime she was home. Seems once she got to work her nose filled up again, throat got worse, and her head was aching so she was pretty much asked to/was told to go home. Her boss threatened to put a "Quarantined" sign on her door after hearing her hack up a lung.

I don't mind - *I* got to nap with Mom on the couch this afternoon and that's the best of all.

I still don't understand why we can't go for a walk, though. It's so nice and sunny out and Mom has dark glasses she can wear if her head hurts so much in the sunshine. Maybe I'll bug her some more and she'll give in...

I didn't give in and likely won't tomorrow, either. This cold is hanging on for dear life and just won't let up! First hour in the morning I feel great - nose is dry, head is clear, throat is fine, then WHAMMO! It hits all at once. And of course it's when we are having some beautiful weather - warm, sunny, etc. so I can't even enjoy it 'cause I have to black out the windows 'cause it HURTS!

I hate being sick.

Oh, and for what it's worth, Miss Kira is not giving me any sympathy At All - I've asked my neighbour to please take Kira around the block for me as I'm sure she's getting cabin fever being cooped up in the house with me for four days. Then maybe Kira will leave me the heck alone!!