people, pizza, plastic, old people

i should have known something was up. a pedicure. a bath. my people cleaning. well, on tuesday i figured it out when this guy came with lots of tools. his name is brad and he was the one who ripped up my bathroom. but apparently he was the one who was going to put it together.

brad was at my house all day tuesday. good thing i was pretty tired or i would have made him play more ball. but unlike the painter guy who was coming here for a while, brad had a bunch of people with him including a guy with lights and a guy with a camera.

they all played ball with me when they weren't working. one of them threw my favourite new ball down the hole in the floor where the hot air and cold air comes out. good thing my people bought two. so that was fine and those people left before mom got home from work.

wednesday i got to sleep all day and recover. and joy of joys, for dinner my people had pizza -- they haven't eating pizza in what seems like a million years. they used to get it all the time. you don't even know how happy i was to see it. it smelled amazing, just like when i used to scare the pizza guys in all those elevators where we used to live.

apparently it was mom's birthday. i got her a card, but i can't figure out how old she is. some days she looks really young, some days not so much. i guess it doesn't really matter because she picked off all the pepperonis and gave them all to me. she's good that way.

thursday i got to sleep off my food coma.

then friday, my people woke me up really early. they were making a real racket vacuuming, dusting and picking stuff up. i thought my friends the cleaning people were coming, but then i remembered that mom doesn't preclean for them, she just picks up all the balls i leave everywhere.

then all of a sudden tons of people showed up. just like they did a couple of weeks ago. i remembered the nice ones who petted me before and the ones who threw my ball. everyone seemed to know me. i tried to be as friendly as possible in the hopes that i could stay around. last time, the whole house smelled like delcious food when i came back.

i was hoping to stick around, but dad grabbed me and before i knew it i was in the nox with ted (my bear) and a bag of balls, toys and cookies. but once i found out where i was going, everything was ok. i got to spend the day at my friend reesa's plastics company. her dad jim loves me almost as much as grandpa. in fact, i kind of think of him as another grandpa. except jim doesn't cook me special food. he redeems himself by playing plenty of ball.

i wonder why i can't stay. is it something i said? or maybe a smell i made?

still, i had an amazing day. lots of ball. lots of pets. lots of relaxation time under jim's desk. and when i got home, everyone was still there. this time they let me stay and all the people with the cameras, lights and stuff petted me. i was so tired that i just layed in the kitchen. when my friend jane came in and said, "why hello, daisy?" i just layed there and wagged my tail the best i could. i was so tired. then i farted a couple of times just so everyone knew i was home.

when i woke up this morning, my people said, "want to go see grandma and grandpa?" i am exhausted. but i guess i can sleep in the car. maybe i can rest on sunday.

bulldawg spa: i smell wet dog

what a horrible weekend. as i mentioned in my last post, everything seemed back to normal. that is until my people decided it was time for a pedicure on saturday afternoon.

at least they don't use those garden shear clippers any more. with my black nails and my 1/2 pink, 1/2 black nails, it was just hell, praying that my people didn't cut too much off. now they use a special tool that files my nails. it makes a terrible sound but at least the whole process is over in minutes.

so i thought that was it. it was traumatic enough, although the pedicure was accompanied by plenty of cookies and lots of ball playing. i guess that made it almost ok.

then on sunday afternoon, i was just minding my own business, sleeping and following my people around when they conned me into going upstairs to our bedroom. i thought i was going to play some ball, which in fairness, i did, but not until much later.

before i knew what was happening i smelled wet dog. i was in the shower covered with soap. at least my people use warm water and nice smelling soap. and plenty of towels. well, that just about wrecked my weekend. well, until i got to play ball for an hour to dry off. now i look white, clean and my fur is fluffy. sweet!

sleepy saturday

everything seems to be back to normal -- except for my bathroom. there is sawdust on the floor and no doors on the cabinets. no lights either. weird. and when i go into the guest room, there's stuff everywhere in there.

i have a sneaking suspicion that the people with the cameras are coming back. hopefully this will be the start of my acting career. i could do with a job. lord knows my writing career isn't panning out, but maybe i should spend more time at the keyboard and less time dreaming about it.

speaking of dreaming, i've been getting loads of sleep. and the sun has come back so i can often find a nice sunbeam to lay in. well, until i get too hot and my panting wakes me up.

my people have all of a sudden become major slobs. i'm not sure what's going on. dishes left on the counter. mugs and glasses on the coffee table. pots and pans sitting in the sink. if i just had an opposable thumb i'd try to tidy up. and the laundry's piling up too. i'm not sure what's going on with that. if the washer and dryer weren't up so high, i'd get on that chore.

who am i kidding? i hate cleaning and chores. there's no way, opposable thumb or not, that i'm lifting a paw to help. my people are my servants, not the other way around.

speaking of serving, they haven't been giving me as many under the table tidbits as usual. i guess it's because i've been feeling a bit off. a girl can't always be regular or avoid the occasional accident when her toilet is the great outdoors. hopefully whatever it is works itself out or it's gonna be those nasty crunchies as my only source of sustainence. they won't even give me my delicious marrobones when they think i'm not 100%. maybe that's the problem -- they've got to be chock full o' fibre.

i'm starting to feel a bit sleepy. well, it is almost noon and i've been up for hours, playing ball with my people. they really like that game.

what is up?

ok, i don't know what is up. monday i went to hang out with wade and his mom jeanette all day. now while i like wade a lot, he is way too old for me and too loud with all that barking. at least jeanette is generous with the snacks so spending the day there was pretty cool. jeanette also played ball with me constantly so that was good too.

then on tuesday i went to reesa's and jim's work for the whole day. holy cow did those people expect a lot from one bulldog. play play play. no rest for me at all.

then when i came home on tuesday my bathroom was all messed up. damn those people i live with. can't they just let things be and live without changing their environment? i swear, they can't go more than a month without switching something. now, my bathroom is up for a change.

paint first. some counter. who knows what's next? i am actually afraid. my water bowl might go missing. what is wrong with my people that they can't let things be?

strange day indeed

on friday i was rudely awakened from a delightful afternoon nap by the sound of strange humans. but much to my surprise and delight, the house quickly filled up with a whole herd of ball-throwers with cameras, equipment and lots of tools.

you better believe i quickly woke up and sprang into my cutest looks -- i worked that crowd like nobody's business. so i got plenty of pets and love. suckers. wait a second, was i supposed to be guarding...oh never mind. i'm not very good in that department anyway. i always forget that i'm supposed to act tough.

not sure why all the people were around but they spent a long time in my bathroom. and then when dad got home, he spent a long time in there too. they'd better not do anything to my water bowl that's in there.

but i think the people are coming back because they filled the guest room with tools, chairs, a tv, lights and a whole bunch of other stuff. no way am i going in there, even after a ball. there's too much stuff to break. they left a lot of stuff in the garage -- i smelled snacks, but i stayed out of them. i'll get snacks from them when they come back.