A Sticky Situation

Listen up People. This is not that complicated.

THIS IS A COMMON VARIETY GARDEN/YARD/FARM STICK...

And when you leave these items laying around,

they will also be considered (for canine purposes)..STICKS

Not a "screwdriver" or a "weeder"

If you don't pick up after yourself....your sticks may just end up where the rest of mine do...

buried somewhere in acres of meadows....good luck!

I think we can all take a way a few valuable lessons...

1) Pick up your tools

2) Bright handles are a good idea.

3) and if you don't pick up....HAPPY HUNTING!

You may have noticed that I have a stick obsession. I'm a 8 month old puppy, spending her weekends either at The Farm or The Park. Sticks are my life.

Sticks for Mom!

I've been very busy at The Farm and my assistant has been dearly lacking in her blogging assignments. For that I must apologize.

This weekend was very busy. It was Mom's birthday - and although I have yet to celebrate one - if this was any indication - I too will look forward to my own 4 day holiday extravaganza!

First we had to gather sticks.

Then I had to trim then down a little to get them JUST RIGHT. Apparently we needed kindling for a little bonfire. 'smores were on the menu and since I can't do the grocery shopping - I thought I would add my sticks as a contribution.

Of course I had to take a moment to catch a butterfly or too.

A girl's got to enjoy herself!

Here is all that's left of my hard work.
The important thing - we all had a good time sitting around the fire, staring at the stars in the sky, and roasting marshmallows. I understand the 'smores were very tasty.

Smiles all around!

I hope you have all been enjoying your own adventures.

Fun Times

Irish was here....
Mom was here.....
I was not!

Somebody better coordinate our calendars a little better.

The weekend is coming. Let's try to get it together people.

Princess Muddy Paws

Yes- this is how I spent my weekend.

In between raindrops - I dug for more mud!

I'm a puppy - it's my job!

My Life NOT In Pictures

That's right. I'm about to catch you up on my FABULOUS week - but I will have to do so without any recent photos of MOI. Why you ask? My personal photographer is slacking in her duties.

So thanks to the World Wide Web - here's what I've been up to.

I got to spend my first 2 days at sleep-away camp. Unlike the dogs above - I had no ocean to frolic in - but I still had a great time. Everyone took great care of me and I can't wait to go back. After all, I am still cute and adorable - as evidenced by this photo of me when I was 4 weeks old!

SATURDAY - Central Park! I met up with my man, Due and we headed over to the park. We had a good romp - although I try to stay clear of these fellas. SUNDAY IS PANCAKE DAY. We have a tradition of Blueberry Pancakes on Sunday mornings. We needed more of the magic batter stuff -so we went to the grocery store - and I proudly carried this container all the way back to the apartment - IN MY MOUTH. Now that would have been one cute photo - ha! After breakfast dishes were done - it was back here for day #2 Then we headed west for a little sidewalk dining. Not in Paris - but kind of like this.

The mean restaurant people made me sit OUTSIDE the railing - although I kept trying to sneak in to curl up under the table. I guess I can only do that on the East Side!

That's OK. After lunch we headed over to this HUGE dog park right next to the Natural History Museum. All in all - a pretty great week. Too bad there are no photos of ME enjoying it!

Sweet!

YES - Life is SWEET!

I am exhausted from having SO MUCH FUN at The Farm this weekend - that my little bed was not enough for me.

I let my nyla-bone have the dogbed - I needed a little more room to stretch out in - so I just took over Mom's favorite comfy chair !

I don't think she minded - after all - she left this little step stool in front of it to help me come and go!

Note to Ellie - that's a Foot Rest - not a Step Stool! Now get out of my chair! -Mom

The Great Escape

What is so difficult for the 2-legged ones to understand?

I have a bed at The Farm. That's where I will hang out when you two decide to go village hopping, grabbing a bite, antique shopping, WHATEVER.

There is no need to resort to THIS. A travel crate. (Shown here in it's upright - "before" position)

Here is what it looked like when they returned after 3 HOURS of being left to my own devices.

Flipped on it's side - which by the way is NOT difficult to do if you have MY talents.

Unzipped. Yes - my people assist the blind - we can certainly figure out how to UNZIP something.

I was waiting - napping - right inside the front door. NOTHING WAS DESTROYED. I just didn't see the need to be confined. WHY is that so difficult for you people to understand?