Home Alone With Dad....

[Carol and Banjo]

Yep, dad thought it was going to be all fun and games with me when mom left for work yesterday.   Dad doesn't know what it's like to spend a day home alone with me.  He doesn't know that mom and I take a long walk every morning after breakfast.  I love my long walks with mom...and when we get back home I find a nice sunny spot on the rug to take a good nap.   Dad had big plans.....see  he's tearing up the master bath and is going to redo it and make it nice like mom wants.   His plan was to feed me....take me out back for a poop n' pee and then he figured I'd amuse myself with a bone or something while he went upstairs to start his project.   HA!   Not on your life mister!   First I found his good sunglasses and got comfy on the couch and started "exploring" them with my mouth...well, before I really got "into" them...here he comes down the stairs and grabs them away from me telling me I'm a bad boy.  : (      Sheesh....now I have to go in my crate!    Dad's upstairs again...banging and making all sorts of loud noises...so I figure I can make even louder noises...I can really whine when I want to.   This always makes mom and dad feel bad for me....and what do you know it worked!  Dad came downstairs and searched around in the kitchen and found one of those super yummy peanut butter Booda Bones for me!  Woo Hoo!     I don't know what happened...maybe I ate it too fast....maybe I was upset that I wasn't getting any attention...or all that noise upset my delicate constitution....but I threw up in my crate.....oooooooh what a mess!   Dad must have heard me crying again.   Boy was he surprised when he saw me standing all squeezed in one corner of the crate and the yucky mess in the other corner.   I think he really felt bad now cuz after he cleaned it all up he took me outside in the backyard to play in the snow!   We got to play catch the snowball and catch the stick for a real long time and then dad said it was time to go inside.  WTD....we were having a lot of fun!   No way!!!!  I ran right past him when he wanted to put my leash on and dashed across the yard into our neighbors yard.   Dad kept calling me and I just acted like I couldn't hear a thing.   We still have lots of very deep snow between our properties so dad really couldn't chase after me - so he stayed over in our yard calling and trying to bribe me with cheese...it was pretty laughable!   After a good half hour I decided I'd had enough running around their yard and came home.   We had just gotten a half a foot of fresh wet snow and I was CAKE in it.....I could barely walk!   Dad's not used to the snow removal/melting routine....first he tried pulling the big hunks of snow off me....I hated that!   Then he put me in my big crate near the door with lots of towels in it....I was crying because I was so frustrated trying to eat all that snow out of my fur.  Boy, dad was feeling really sorry and didn't want to stay upstairs knowing how miserable I was.   After a while I was "melted" enough to sit with him on a towel.   Every time I heard a car coming down the road I ran to the door hoping it was mom....I think this made dad feel even worse.  I didn't mean to make him feel bad....I just wanted mom to be home...she always knows how to keep me happy and out of trouble.     Well, she finally came home and I sure was happy....but I think dad was even HAPPIER.   He got to do his work and me and mom...well we just had fun!

[Camilla and Darwin]

Oh, poor guy Banjo. Sounds like you and your dad need to spend a little more time alone together. :-)

[Carol and Banjo]

Christine.....That another blog....training and dad.....we're working on dad in that area.

[Christine & Shelby]

Banjo... sounds like you still have some training to do with your dad!   Love your story!

[Nicky, Riley & Boris]

Love it, am smiling here. Great story.

[Jennifer and Jack]

What a cute and precious story!!!