Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Pillow thief

Dad:  "Laila, where did you come from?"
Um, sorry dad, but I like your pillow better than Mom's.  Why don't you move over to the other side of the bed so that I can sleep here tonight.

Monday, May 9, 2011

PSA: Puppy Service Announcement

My mom, dad and I went for an amazing hike on my favorite trail up in Carroll County over the weekend.  I wish my mom had brought the camera, but it was sitting on the dining room table with a dead battery.  I hiked over hills and through the woods, squeezed through narrow trails, raced through the open fields, hopped like a kangaroo through tall grasses, hunted for small critters, swam in the creek, and ran back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on the foot-bridge as my dad tightroped across the river/creek on the suspended wire.  Crazy dad. 

Apparently, I had so much fun that some "friends" decided to hitch a ride back to my house.  Deer ticks.  Yup, you heard me.  The teeny-tiny-microscopic kind that can make you very, very sick.  My dad found one on my ear in the parking lot before we got in the car. After searching for ticks for over 15-minutes (on me and themselves), we headed home sure that we were in the clear.  But my mom found three more ticks at our house on Sunday morning. They are out in full force, so make sure that your flea and tick prevention meds are up to date.  Lyme disease is nothing to sneeze at. 

Just a Puppy Service Announcement.

Now it's time to get out and enjoy that beautiful weather! 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

One shoe, two shoe, three shoe, new shoe

There should be a law against Vizsla parents owning any shoes except sneakers and hiking boots.

I have decided to enforce this rule.  One shoe at a time.  
Unfortunately, my mom used my nibble-session as an excuse to buy new ones.  Cuter ones, she said.  Drats.  Not the outcome I was hoping for.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Laundry day

Laundry day is the best.  I love lounging on freshly folded clothes right out of the dryer. It's like spa day for puppies. 
 Ahhhh.... so warm, so fluffy.  My dad hates when I lay on the clothes, but I just can't help it.  It is too comfy!

Dad, just be thankful that I actually left the towels in piles this time instead of digging until I made them into a nice warm nest.  And be VERY thankful that I got a bath earlier today.
Every day should be laundry day.