More Feasting

This weekend our friend Cheryl came to visit us, so Laura cooked feast for the fourth time this month! She says I have to walk more now to make up for all of the food she has been eating! I don't so much mind when it's snowy though. I love to play in the snow. Today is nice because it is sunny and warm out but there is still lots of snow on the ground. Laura and I even played catch with snowballs. (I like to catch them in my mouth and eat them!)

I decided to let the squirrels feast this weekend too.



Normally I chase them out of our yard -- we put up these feeders for the birds, not those rascally squirrels! -- but squirrels need to eat too and it might be difficult for them to find food elsewhere with so much snow on everything. (Besides, we do have plenty of food to spare with all of the cooking Laura has been doing!)

Now this is SNOW!

Dogbogganning

It snowed again last night! The grass was still sticking up through the snow this morning, but there was enough of that wonderful white goodness for some fun dogbogganning!

Two nights ago when we went for our walk, it was raining! I didn't mind because I knew the rain would make Laura happy. Plus, we had a big party weekend this past weekend. Laura cooked feast three days in a row so we had to do some extra hiking to burn off all of those calories!

I was a bit sad on the weekend because my friend Claire didn't come to any of our parties and Claire is my most favourite person (next to Laura) and I thought I might get to see her because usually she does come to our parties. When our friend Loretta visited us, however, she let me sit on her lap, so then I was happy.

Let it Snow!

Invasion of the Bed Snatchers

Laura is finished her 50K. Finished. Yet she's still writing! She says National Novel Writing Month isn't over yet, so she needs to keep going. Plus, the story isn't finished yet.

I've tried to be supportive. I've tried to be understanding. But this is getting to be a bit much. She's even bringing that blasted machine into the bed with us now!



How is a puppy supposed to sleep with that monster in the bed?

Confessions of a Wrimo Widow -- Week One

Here we are. One week into November. Laura is well ahead of her required word count and yet still she sits at her computer all day, pounding away on those keys. She would have more time to play with me if she truly wrote with the wild abandon that one is supposed to use for National Novel Writing Month, but you know Laura. She wants to write something that's actually good.

So I try to be patient. I sleep lots. This I don't mind, so long as I can sleep beside Laura. Sometimes she goes to the library to write, however, and that makes me sad. Most of the time she is still home, working on her computer, just like any other day, however. The biggest changes have been to our schedule.

For some reason, Laura believes that getting out of bed at an obscene hour of the morning is key to one's novelling success. (I don't mind that she wants to go to bed early as well, but I ask you: Is there really ever any reason to get out of bed before noon?)

I wasn't so sure about this whole getting up before the sun gig. The first time Laura did it, I thought she was joking and just stayed in bed. The next day, however, I thought I should follow her and make sure she was okay.

It turns out, she was only going into the living room, where she rolled out her nice red mat. I know what those thin mats are for. I've been camping before. I picked a good spot beside Laura and settled right back down to sleep.



Laura was more restless than I, unfortunately. How's a princess supposed to get her beauty sleep with all of these crazy calisthenics going on overhead?

Trick or Treat

National Novel Writing Month is less than two days away.

If you, like me, are concerned that you may lose the attentions of your very best friend in the whole wide world as she embarks on her own crazy quest to complete a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, I have an idea which may help you:

Earlier this month, I blogged about my plan to avoid going for walks by making sure I come home from each one good and dirty. I've been implementing that plan with limited success so far (my Mum really doesn't want me to go for walks anymore, but Laura isn't deterred), but I think I may have hit upon an even better use for the good old fashioned roll in the mud.

Now, for this plan to work, you have to find something to roll in that is really smelly -- and I mean SMELLY. And you have to roll in it good. A little sniff at the offering left by a neighbourhood friend might not be good enough for this tactic to work. You need to find something that smells really strong and you have to roll your whole body in it. Make sure to get lots of that smell behind your ears, on your face, on your belly, and in the nice thick long hairs of your back.

I found a suitable spot on my neighbours' lawn this morning, and I made good use of it while Laura was collecting the gift I had left for her on our own lawn. By the time Laura was ready to go back inside, I was covered from nose to tail in this wonderful stinky goodness.

Whatever this stuff was, I managed to get it matted nice and thickly into my hair. A little scrub with a wet nap was not enough to do away with the smell, so Laura had to mix up a pail of nice warm soapy water and take me back outside for a shampoo!

My Mum doesn't let me use her bathroom, which worked out to my advantage this morning. Laura scrubbed my whole coat down, gave me a nice belly rub and a strong butt scratching, then, while she was wringing out the sponge she had been using, I took the opportunity to roll in the grass right beside where Laura had been washing my hair. All sorts of lovely stuff from our lawn stuck to my wet fur -- and Laura had to give me another shampoo all over again!

I figure, all told, I had Laura's undivided attention for at least half an hour!
NaNoWriMo, you won't whip me!