Clunyisms

Here's a collection of things that have been overheard at my house recently ...

Dad and I were on the floor wrestling, playing with my toys, Elephant was the target of a violent head shake ... Dad was collateral damage ... 'He's beating me with the elephant ...'

Dad had finished mowing, Mum and I returned from our walk, we were all having a drink of water on the front porch when something interesting caught my eye ... 'Cluny just ate an ant ...'

Mummy is a helicopter parent, she is attempting to unclench, she left me in the back yard for a few minutes *alone* ... 'I need to warn you about the hole in the back yard...'

These things, I hear, *A LOT* ... 'No Cluny', 'Stop Cluny', 'Don't Cluny', 'Come Cluny', 'Where's Cluny?' Sometimes I think my name is Where's-Cluny ...

Cluny Likes to Garden

I really, really like to garden.

In the Spring, Dad started a project to cover the exposed tree roots in our backyard. All you need is a ton (not kidding here ...) of top soil, grass seed, and in an effort to keep me out of trouble, a Scottie-proof fence.

Most evenings, Dad and I spend a few minutes watering the new grass. And then it's time to roll up the hose. As you can see ... *I* am incredibly helpful.

Does Nana Know About My New Hair?

It's been a thousand degrees here and as we have previously discussed, I'm rockin' a fur coat. Yesterday, Mom introduced me to my new friend Kerry ...

Kerry gave me a wash and set ... or more to the point, a bath, a new hairdo, and trimmed my nails. Kerry reported that I was a little wiggly but all in all, a well-behaved young man. She trimmed my wire coat, and now you can really see the Brindle in my undercoat.

Mom says I look like a proper Scottish lad ... and she says I'm really handsome. Personally, I'm grateful for the relief from the sweltering heat.

It's been too hot to take my evening walks, but I did go to Mom's office yesterday to see everyone and show off my new 'do. I have it on good authority ... there is mischief to be had in a lab ...

School is in for Summer

In the immortal words of Alice Cooper ... School is in for Summer ... at least it is at my house.

My best bud, Piper, and I are going to charm school. We have learned a lot from our headmistress, LouAnn. If you ask me, these lessons are as much for Moms and Dads as they are for Piper and I ... but don't tell them, we'll keep that between us.

Saturday's lesson addressed one of the the golden rules ... Play Nice With Others. LouAnn brought her Goldendoodle, Brother, for help with the lesson. Jenny came over too. Here's the whole gang in the back yard.

Boy's Night Out

Last night was Mummy's Bunko night, so it fell to Dad to take me on my walk. I guess you can call it Boy's Night Out.

In spite of the very mild Spring we have been experiencing, the last couple of days have been incredibly hot. So Dad, thoughtful guy that he is, took a sports bottle full of ice water with us on our journey. I am wearing a fur coat, and we don't want me to get overheated ...

During the course of our walk, we'd stop along the way so that I could have a drink. First, Dad tried to squirt the water in my mouth ... I didn't think much of that approach. So then he tried squirting a little water in his hand. I'm thinking to myself ... yeah ... umm ... no ... I'm not drinking that ...

Finally, we hit paydirt. Dad nestled the top of the sports bottle in a tuft of grass, then filled it with water. A couple of refills of the water and I'm good to go. Oh yeah ... Giggity.

Paging the The Tooth Fairy

Clean up on aisle 3 ...

On Sunday, Dad and I were playing in the living room, and I had a hold of the wretched Cow that was the object of my wrath at that particular moment. Dad gave my Cow a tug and out popped one of my canine teeth. The look on Pop's face was priceless! Mummy scooped up the tooth for her collection ... she muttered something about a charm bracelet ... I, however, was far too involved in giving Cow what-for ... so back to the business at hand.

Later that afternoon as I was coming in from my walk, I grabbed the leash with my mouth ... and out popped another tooth ... this one, a molar. Another gem for Mum's collection, I s'pose. Monday, I lost two more (both molars). If I keep this up, I'll be back on pablum!

Here's something I didn't know ... further research indicates that baby teeth are classified as deciduous. And I thought that term only applied to trees ...

The Last of the Mohawkans

I'm ready for my next haircut. As you can see, I've stated growing out my Mohawk. Knowing my mom, she'll likely have made arrangements to have that taken care of ...

Road Trip !

Well, hardly a road trip ... but I did go to see Dr. Donovan, my vet.

Mummy was concerned because my eyes were a little goopy. Off to the Vet we went. Every other trip to the Vet has been for my well-baby check ups ... today was a whole 'nother kettle of fish.

Dr Donovan is training a 4th year Vet student, Jim, who gave me my initial evaluation. Since he's new at this, Jim's Scottie-side manner leaves a little to be desired. We started by looking in my eyes ... this involved a level of eye manipulation that was in my opinion, tantamount to eye gouging ... everything appeared to be fine. We ran a test for eye ulcers ... I'll call this the eye-poking part of the exam. Followed by additional tests for tear production ... again more eye poking.

Jim's diagnosis was a low-grade eye infection and allergies. Dr Donovan followed with an examination of her own. At this point, Mom stepped up as my advocate and indicated that we were pretty much done being poked in the eye. Dr D agreed.

Although I'm not a fan, I'll take my eye drops like a man ... Mom says I'm bright eyed once again.

All the News ...

I'm all about current events ... Dad and I are reading the paper. This is, quite literally ... Clu-News!

If the Thunder Don't Get You, the Lightning Will

I think Cluny is afraid of the thunder and lightning ...

It started about 2:00 last night, Jeff woke me up because Cluny was crying. As any mother would do, I gave him (Cluny, not Jeff) a drink of water, let him potty, patted his head and sent him back to bed. After that, he woke me up every half an hour or so ... crying. We went out again, had more drink, I covered up the kennel ... all to no avail. Since he's never done anything like this, not even his first night away from his litter mates ... the only thing I can think is the lightning strikes, that continued all night, were scaring him. Anywho ... Cluny was awake most of the night (not to mention Jeff and I) and about 4:00 this morning, I finally put him in the bathroom. Although I could still hear him carrying on, it was easier to ignore him. Let's hope it was the lightiing and not a new nighttime ritual.

Andi