What Are Pilgrims ?

Mom keeps telling me that in 2 days there will be Pilgrims at our home. I wonder if she whistles at them, they will come before then. I don't even know what a Pilgrim is. She said they eat a lot and then they sit on the couch or recliner and snooze. She started cooking for them today. Pots and pans all over the place in the kitchen, oven warming the air, and her arm sitrring. Boy those Pilgrims don't know how hard she worked today. As for me, I laid in the back yard, letting the sun warm me. Then I went over to the dog run and Mom had fixed my tarp. I never did catch those birds and squirrels. I missed Mike's biscuits. It's cold--no sun in the dog run. I heard the mailman come but I was in the back yard so I couldn't bark loud at him--or her. Wonder if the mailman knows what a Pilgrim is. All I know is maybe one of them will share some of their food. Just think of all the biscuits I ccould eat. Then I would sit in the yard and snooze. Maybe I will like those Pilgrims after all.

Fun in the Snow

I love to rub my face in the snow. Cleans my eyes and my nose. Made angels in the snow today. My toes spread and that cold, wet snow gets in between them--feels good. Whoops, my tarp fell down. Who did that? That brown and black dog is gone. No more pee on Mom's roses. Maybe a big bird or a squirrel grabbed that rope and pulled my tarp down. They never did like me. That's all right, I'll be out there soon and they will run away. I have a very thick coat and I can stay out longer than those feathered and fuzzy guys. I'll show them. I maybe a smaller Great Pyrennes, but I can get those pesky animals. I'll lay behind my fallen tarp and when they come by, I'll come roaring out just like a lion and feathers and furr will fly everywhere. I'm KING of the dog run. Yep, that's me.

Mom's Not So Happy

I think there is something wrong with one of mom's leg or foot. We haven't gone on a walk and she has been wearing her houseshoes and putting her feet on that table in front of the couch. Meanwhile, I've been digging and rearranging the spot where I lay. Found some kind of paper, and look there is some more outside the fence. I just can't reach it. Maybe if I dig deeper, I can get to it. Rats--Mom made me go into the back yard, but all is not lost, she gave me a biscuit. Ah ha! I'm back where that paper was BUT where is it? I bet Mom cleaned it up. She always takes the fun out of things. Like, this morning, she let me in the pen and I found some rotten tomatoes and she made me get out of there. And now I'm in the house. Good thing I'm going to doggie day care tomorrow, because I don't know how long I can put up with this woman.