UPDATE FROM MAC THE DOG

HELLO BLOG WORLD, with a special shout out to Jack the Dog, who showed Solidarity (And Jack's got his own Blog, he doesn't have to hijack his mom's blog)!

Thanks to all of you for your kind words and the encouragement, for me, Mac the Dog (that's me over there).  I wonder if Mom noticed that my post got more comments than the boring stuff she writes?  Maybe the dog should be a guest contributor and help drive up blog traffic....

Anyway, the news is all good here.  I haven't starved to death yet and last night I slept in the bed with Mom, just like old times in Cincinnati.  It was really nice.  When the dog put his head on Dad's pillow, it smelled just like him (don't tell my dad.  He hates it when I sleep in the bed but I figure he deserves it for being gone for so long).

AND I FOUND MY DAD.  Mom was talking on the phone yesterday and smiling and she was happy like when she's with Dad, and sure enough, it was my DAD.  I was so happy that I licked the phone and,  and,  and I asked him (sorry, sometimes I stutter when I get excited) when he would be back here on his couch, but I don't know if he understood me too well.  Dog-speak works much better in person than on the phone.   All he said was "Remember to potty in the WAY BACK, Mac."   Jeez, Dad.  I KNOW about potty in my way back.  I KNOW. 

For the life of me I cannot understand why he'd rather be in Arizona where it's 78 and sunny instead of here in Maine where it's 37 and there's a dog, but whatev.   And those golf balls? Why bother?  They're small and hard and worthless to chew, unlike a nice tennis ball that chews really well. Grade A Prime, those tennis balls.

Today,  after mom's done with work,  she and I are going up to Cushing.  The dog is not a fan of Cushing.  First off, I don't have my couch up there, I have some silly LLBean pillow.  It's plaid for gosh sakes.  I'd prefer a nice blue gabardine by Ralph Lauren, but no, I get freakin'  plaid fleece (pardon my french).  Could they have asked the dog what he'd like for a pillow?

Secondly, have you tasted the water in Cushing?  GROSS.  It's salty and it's really muddy, not fresh and nicely fishy like the water in Lake Erie, which I really enjoy. 

Third, I really don't understand where my way back is in Cushing and it causes the dog no small amount of stress.  I like one particular spot, but Dad doesn't approve.   When he gets back, we need to work that out. 

And then sometimes, Daisy's mom, Kia, comes over and she's a LOUD TALKER.  I usually go upstairs to Mom and Dad's bedroom when I see her coming.  Plus she swears like a sailor--she swears even more than Mom does and my mom can paint a Rembrandt with the swears sometimes. The dog doesn't think swearing is necessary on a regular basis.  It should only be used sparingly--for emphasis, like when the dog is discussing his pillow.  Only lazy minds need to use swears instead of adverbs and adjectives.

But since I'm a dog, I really don't have a say about whether we go to Cushing or stay home.  And even though I don't love Cushing, I'd rather be there with Mom than home on my couch without Mom.  So, I'll run around in the yard for a bit and fake-left-before-I-go-right (I love that move--it makes me feel like Archie Griffin--the greatest running back in college football history) before I jump in the car, just so she knows that I have an opinion, but I will get in, eventually.  I love a car ride.  When we go less than 30, I get to hang my head out the window and all the people at the stop light say how cute I am (the dog's still got it, after all these years.  A little gray on the muzzle notwithstanding). 

We don't have an internets up in Cushing and the Dog's iPhone doesn't work too well up there either, so this might be the last post for a day or two. Unless mom goes up to Rockland and gets the Wi-Fi at the bookstore/coffee shop that she likes so much.  I really hope she doesn't do that, cuz then the dog has to stay home alone.  I don't like that much at my real house, but I surely do hate it at my faux home in Cushing. 

Comments

[ruth and jewel]

Hey, Mac!
Glad to hear you were able to talk to your Dad on the phone.

Our mom says you would appreciate this cartoon:

http://www.cartoonbank.com/item/121246

You might not think so, but you're lucky to go to your other house. We've been promised a trip to our lake cottage ALL WINTER. But every weekend it snows or sleets, or our parents have a meeting. We've got cabin fever but the trip keeps getting postponed.
Ruth was startled by your feelings about the the LL Bean plaid fleece dog bed. She's got a small-sized one on our downstairs sofa and didn't know that Ralph Lauren was supposed to be better. Jewel doesn't care about labels, just comfort.

Our parents never let us sleep on their bed, so again, count yourself lucky--even if only occasionally.

Have a great weekend. You'll have more fun than you think you will.

[DAD]

I miss you MAC! You would like the Arizona sunshine and the weather is not too hot yet, mostly in high 70's with wind so cool in mornings and evenings but perfect for golf during the day. I should show you some golf as you might be interested once you see me frustrated trying to hit the ball correctly.

In 2 more days I will be home and look forward to hugging and petting you along with renewing our cocktails and crackers time prior to dinner. Since I will feel a bit guilty by being away I may try to give you more crackers and food than I should. Speaking of that there were a few summer golf clothes that didn't fit so well after a long cold winter of inactivity so I plan to cut back on food intake and do more exercising to enhance my chances of improving my golf game. Well at least improve how I look anyway. You may want to join me in that endeavor however I doubt that you will see any reason to join me doing that. You can watch me anyway.

Tell mom I miss her too and am anxiously awaiting the airport pickup Sunday night. I hope she likes my new tan and wants to also join me in my pursuit of better fitting clothes now that the sweater weather is on the wane.

Well I must rest up for the 7th straight day of golf scheduled for tomorrow morning. I have plans to follow that up with an afternoon of tennis with Joan. Joe teaches me about golf each day. I actually shot my best round of golf yesterday with an 80 which is my best ever score. Today was back up to my customary 90 but hit the ball well, just didn't score as well. My golf swing should be in good condition for when I return to play the recently opened courses back in Maine and NH next week. It has been perfect timing to begin anew the game of golf for 2008. The Hammonds have been such great hosts and the entertainment and physical activity has been perfect. I think I an tiring them out so I won't give out their address because everyone will be trying to get here and they need their rest before they head east for the summer. They will be up to visit you in York Mac and are looking forward to visiting "the blogging dog".

Love to you and mom and see you soon. I an envious that you have gone to Cushing before and without me for the first time this spring. I hope the new dock looks good and you are getting used to the new animals running around up there. Stay away from the bears and fox.

Love, Dad

[Mac The Dog]

Dear Ruth and Jewel:
So you guys like going to another house, really? It doesn't stress you out?
I get a little up-tight. I'm not sure why except I'm just plain old. I'm starting to like Cushing a little more--I saw a FOX this morning and I got to save Mom from it, so that was pretty cool (I barked like crazy through the window while it ran up the hill).
And DAD-
Gosh, you talk as much on the internets as you do in person. No wonder I miss you so much. It's been awfully quiet with you gone. Come home soon, Dad OK? And I know about potty in my way back, Dad, OK? Don't even say it.

[Lisa K]

"He hates it when I sleep in the bed but I figure he deserves it for being gone for so long."

My ex wouldn't let any of our pets sleep in the bed with us either. The first thing I did afterwards was open up the bedroom door(to the CATS, people!)