My Kind of Saturday

Autumn has come to Nebraska.

The weather has cooled, the leaves have begin to turn and Dad and I get to spend our Saturdays doing what we love best ... watching the Huskers take on the non-conference cupcakes willing to come to Memorial Statdium to take their beating and collect their paychecks.

Tennessee Chattanooga ... check
Fresno State ... check
Washington ... check

Air Show

The Guardians Freedom Airshow came to town. Mom and Dad went took a trip out to the airfield to see the World War II aircraft.

Here's Pops standing next to a P-38 Lightning.

The itch you can't scratch ...

Sitting at the dinner table the other night, Mom and Dad were sharing stories and I overheard Dad recounting a dream he'd had the night before.

He was saying that he rarely recalls his dreams. From there, he went on to describe what he says was an unremarkable but particularly vivid dream. He said that he had this incredible tickling sensation in his ear, and that although he had a Q tip, he could not satisfy the itch .. no matter how he tried.

Just about then, he said he woke up and discovered the tip of my tail in his ear ...

*Tee-Hee*

While cruising the aisles at Trader Joe's, Mom happened on these ...

Seems to me, everyone is trying to jump on the band wagon.

This is the ...

... kind of thing that goes on .... right under my very wet nose ...

Do you think if I looked up the word 'chillax' in the Urban Dictionary, I'd find this picture?

Patti LaBelle isn't the only one with a new attitude ...

Today started out like any other Wednesday ... a sunny tour of my backyard, a chance to greet my pals squirrel and bunny; which was quickly followed by the most important meal of the day. And then, as luck would have it ... came the proffer of a cookie and the promise of a ride in the car.

I should have known better than to think this was my chance for the quintessential wind-in-my-hair moment ... this morning's joy ride found us in the parking lot of my barbershop. I will allow that a component of the deal that I made when I adopted Mom and Dad included regular visits to the groomer, but today, I was simply not in the mood.

I had no problem exhibiting my displeasure. When Chris, my regular tonsorial artist, tried to buy my consideration with a treat, I respectfully declined. Whether I liked it or not .. I was getting a new 'do.

I do, however, know who will be held responsible.

So when Mummy arrived a few hours later to collect her wee bairn, using that pitchy voice she uses when she is trying to get what she wants ... I simply turned away. She'll need to work a little harder to win back my affections.

The Great Cludini

Every great magic trick consists of three parts. The first part is called 'The Pledge'. The magician shows you something ordinary ... a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it. The second act is called 'The Turn'. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret.

But making something disappear isn't enough ... you have to bring it back. That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call 'The Prestige'. Here's my pledge ... I can neither get into nor get out of the big bed. To that end, I require that either Mom or Dad pick me up. This pledge has been two years in the making.

Last night was your typical slumber party with Me, Mom and Dad all jockeying for the prime real estate. At some point in the middle of the night, Mom did protest when she woke up to find me curled around her head. I'm pretty sure that's the last she remembers until Dad rolled over and asked her "Where's Cluny?"

Mom begins to feel around in the covers, searching for me amid the blankets and pillows. Imagine her surprise when she comes up empty and starts to look around the shadowy bedroom, only to find me looking up at her from the floor.

Adhering to the magician's credo, I shall not reveal the secret of my prestige. The two of them have been been scratching their heads all day trying to figure out how I got out of bed ...