Heated Seats Rock!

Last week was such a great week, and this one is starting out pretty good too. Last week Mommy was home a lot more, but Daddy still was working. Each morning Daddy would get up and feed me breakfast and then let me outside. After I came back in I got my treat and then got back in bed with Mommy and went back to sleep for a while. I would wake up to Mommy rubbing my tummy or ears. Can things get any better than this?

I also got to go out to Mommy classroom where I had a lot of fun smelling things and exploring in her little playground. Mommy was amazed that I wanted to go out there and be by myself. At home I don't like to go outside and spend time alone in my yard. I even had to scratch at the classroom door to make my point that I wanted to go out there. Besides, at home there are not little treats waiting for me like there are out there. Those kids drop a lot of their snacks on the ground. Can you find me in the picture below?

One of the parts that I like about going places with Mommy in her car are the heated seats.... I ask can it get any better? Mommy will turn my seat on and I will either lean against the back so I can feel it below me and behind me, or I will lay down and on it. I love those seats. If we are running errands they will stay warm while Mommy is doing her stuff and then they heat back up when the car is turned back on.

Well it's time for my nap. I am going to to and find Mommy and Daddy and see what they are doing. I promise to post again soon because I know there are some things that I am forgetting to tell everyone about.

Torture...

Ok, I can't stand this torture anymore! I tell you, it's cruel and un-canine punishment! Let me explain...

Every day, after mommy leaves (which I am still having a hard time with following her, I want you to know) daddy comes in and gives me my treat and then that's it. That's all I get until we walk again in the afternoon, unless we go for a ride, and then I get a treat when we come home. So, what does HE do? Eats things all day, that's what! And does he even consider poor me, sitting here just drooling at the thought of tasting what he's got? No! No offers to try it, no equal portions, rarely even a smell of it up close. I've given up following him around the house unless I hear things going on in the kitchen. I just lay here in misery as he walks by with something that just LOOKS good, nevermind what it SMELLS like. In fact, I've taken to hanging my head off of my bed in an effort to try to sleep through these episodes of torture. It's all I can do to keep my sanity.