Bunny here at the keyboard, writing about my weekend.
I thought I’d be writing today to tell you all about what a great time I had at our annual Greyhound adoption group’s reunion, but it was not to be this weekend. I am a disappointed hound. It turns out that unlike me, Küster has to keep taking tests to do his job. Maybe they’re on to him and want to keep tabs on whether he can remember his business, whereas they trust me to get my job done. I don’t know. What I do know is that my one big hurrah of the year didn’t happen because he had to take a test. It was an entire weekend of misadventure.
That wasn’t the end of the ignominy, however.
I wish I could tell you that not getting to go to the reunion was the worst part of our weekend. It was not. It also turned out to be quite hot this weekend. I suppose it was a part of Summer’s last hurrah. My human had to go out for a while Saturday night to celebrate with Küster and the other trainers after the testing was over. She left us girls at home alone.
Flattery was not too happy about this idea. So, she did something that she should not have done. My human has this special pillow that she can put in the microwave, warm it up and then put it on her neck, back or other cold or sore parts. Flattery has had this nutty obsession with stealing that pillow, and my human has moved it away from her and hidden it more times than we can count.
I’m sad to tell you that the pillow is no more. I’m even sadder to tell you that Flattery ate all of what was inside it, which was corn and buckwheat. My human was relieved because it was all natural things inside it. That was before the natural things started coming out of Flattery. No one is sure how that much came out of her, because there wasn’t nearly that much inside the little pillow. She has been sick in all different sorts of ways inside and outside. For once, eating something has come back to bite Flattery in the butt, literally. Her iron stomach has finally met its match. Our house is stinky and it’s too hot to open it up and air it out. Everyone is cranky.
The frosting on the cake was that my human decided not to take us out for puppucinos with her yesterday because of Flattery’s upset tummy. Morgan has barked crossly at me every time I’ve walked past her. Sometimes, I think it might be better to be an only dog. At least this is my human’s last week of work before we have some days to relax and have fun together. At least Küster passed his test. Paws crossed that next weekend is better.