Mission Statement ...

Dad was out of town ... again ... last week.

While on his way back from Orlando, he found a gift for Mummy. I can only take credit as the inspirational force behind this ...

Raindrops Keep Fallin'

On My Head ... and I'm none too happy about that.

We all know the highlands are pretty damp and while that may have been OK for my foreclansmen. I fancy myself neither a Highland Scot, nor a Lowland Scot. I think of myself as more of a ... Midwestern Scot. You know ... the dry kind.

It's been raining off and on for the last couple of days. Yesterday morning when we got up, it was raining. Mom and I took our morning stroll in the backyard ... She under an umbrella and me in all my glory. Every time I settled under the umbrella ... Mom would move. We did this a couple of times and then I hit paydirt. Catching Mom in a moment of stillness, I positioned myself between her ankles and squatted.

Can you really blame a lad for simply trying to stay dry ...

Splish ... Splash

I was taking a bath ... and *I* was not amused.

In many aspects, living is easy ... but then there's bath day. A guy in a kilt can pick up plenty of stuff out in the yard, on a walk, that kind of thing ...

A bottle of oatmeal bath, a nylon scrubby, and into the drink I go. Bath is followed by a blow dry and then laps around the house ... lots and lots of laps ... because I like to air dry.

But worry not, there is Cluny's Revenge ... Mum gets almost as wet as I do ...

Walk This Way ...

So says Steven Tyler ... and the State of Nebraska.

Mummy is participating in the Walk this Way program at work. Five nights a week, she and I (and oftentimes, Dad) take a 30-45 minute walk through the neighborhood. In the past two months, we have logged more than 750,000 thousand steps ... that's like 250 miles in dog steps ...

Apparently when you walk as much as we do, you get invited to get your picture taken with the Governor. However, I do believe *I* was left off the guest list.

Although this is much like a 'Where's Waldo' picture, Mom is in there ... somewhere.

Chicago Cubs vs. Haley's Coment

A wee bit o'trivia for ya ... since the Cubs last won a world series, Haley's Comet has passed Earth twice ... Dad's out of town this week in Chicago. He's left me to be the 'Man of the House'.

This is the laundry list of tasks for this week ...

• Garage Door closed at night ... since I canna reach the button, Mom will have to make sure that the garage door is closed up tight.
• Front Door locked ... since I canna reach the handle, Mom will have to make sure that the door is locked.
• Look after Mummy ... this one I got. As part of the my charm school training, I followed Mom around on my leash for three weeks, so now I tend to stay pretty close to her. Even when she's not home, I find myself looking for her.

I'll have to fit all these chores into my schedule ... between my naps.

If You Need Me, I'll be on the Couch ...

I have found that the accommodations available just a couple of feet up are preferable to those to be had on the floor. I have it on very good authority that the sofa used to be off limits to thems with four legs ... but I am pretty sure those kinds of rules simply don't apply to me ...

Whenever he finds me napping comfortably, Dad just shakes his head ...

Dog Pile

This weekend, Jenny and Piper came to my house to stay. Piper and I had a grand ole' time. There was much running and wrasssling ... Jenny just tried to stay out of the way...

Mom tried her best to capture a decent picture of the three of us ... She was grumbling pretty loudly as she tried to get the three of us to sit still for the photo op ... something about a 'pandemonium' ...

Waiting for the World to Change ...

I have often wondered what goes on beyond the front door. I guess now I know ...