Hello, this is The General. After playing with the idea of starting my own blog, I decided to stick with guest writing on Carol’s. Seeing how much time Carol devotes to maintaining her blog, I’m afraid a blog of my own would take too much time away from raiding the toy basket and gnawing on chewies. And now that summer’s almost here, I hope to spend more time outside.
Speaking of being outside, Eggnog recently asked me to help her unearth clothes from years past that she’d buried in the backyard. How that five-pound ball of fur buried all of those outfits by herself is beyond me – it must have taken her forever. Thanks to my upper body strength [Steve’s got nothing on me with his pathetic abs], I was able to dig up Eggnog’s clothes in no time. It was refreshing to have someone appreciate my digging skills.
Living in a house with a mom who is an archaeologist, one would expect that a digging dog would be a welcome addition. Maybe even a source of pride. What I would give to hear LOUD Mom look at one of my holes and say, “Good job, Sherman!” or “What beautiful stratigraphy you have exposed!” Maybe even take a picture of my work.
But no. Instead she tells me “No digging!” and washes my muddy nose and paws, then won’t let me get on the sofa with my chewy until I’m all dry. Though, in her defense, Little Mom wants LOUD Mom to enter through the mud room, throw all her clothes in the washing machine, and head straight to the shower when she gets home from being in the field. I guess it’s not so different. At least Little Mom doesn’t chastise her for getting dirty!
My moms won’t even let me take chewies outside for fear that I’ll bury them [which I will]. If it weren’t for dogs like me burying things, LOUD Mom wouldn’t have a career… there’d be hardly anything for her to dig up!
Maybe she’d prefer I bury her brown transfer-printed whiteware tea cups or her hand-painted polychrome pearlware serving dish? Except I don’t think she’d want me to break them first, since that’s how she usually finds them.
Considering that they have me on this terrible Biggest Loser diet – a diet that’s not working, I might add – you would think that they would want me digging more! Digging is excellent exercise. Even LOUD mom says so. In warm weather, I hear her talking about how she was “sweating her butt off” on this or that project, and I once heard her say that even when it’s cold out, you sweat when you dig!
That’s great! I’m ready to sweat [if dogs could sweat, that is]. Just let me dig!