Another Wonderful Weekend!

What is it about this time of year that creates such lovely weekends?  And lovely weeks.  And lovely days.  Even the rainy days have been fantastic lately.

Maybe it's because there are only five more weeks of school, or maybe it's because we've had glorious weather since February, or maybe it's because I actually got my ass on the new elliptical and I'm on an exercise endorphin high, but I've been happy as a lark lately.  

My belly is full but not too full, and my skin is just a tiny bit sunburned but not too sunburned.  The house is mostly clean, the cabinets are all organized, and the hydrangeas are blooming.  

Sorry to be so saccharine.  I'll probably be grouchy sometime soon and I'll let you in on all of that, too.

Anyway, here's what our weekend looked like.

 Dogs and laundry.  Lots and lots of laundry.

Made another cake.  Just like the one from last weekend.  Made it because I was jonesin' for more cake.  

Then I forgot to get a piece.  Guess I need to make another cake.

 Went to a baby shower for a very lucky, very fashionable baby.

 Summertime means fireworks.  The dogs are not so wild about the booms.

Went to a Sand Gnats game.  Naked.

Tried to be seductive.

But did not succeed.

 

Did succeed, however, at being creepy.

Planted the vines that were going crazy.

Got jealous because my friend Sam was in England during the royal wedding.

 Smiled every time I saw these flowers.

Watched my boyfriend do an interview on the TV.

So yeah, to sum up:  I am annoyingly happy.  So happy right now that I think I'm in for some very cranky moods in the near future.  Watch out, Matt.  And, also, the world.

Happy Birthday, America. (A Post from Mitch)

Hey you guys.  It's me, Mitch.  I know it's been a long time since I've written on here, and I'm sorry about that.  Geesh, I'm getting to be as bad as my dad is about being a bloggin' dog.  Anyway, I hope you've managed to get through your days without my updates.  I'll try to be better.

I haven't been up to too much lately.  My mom made treats for me the other day, and I've been having a lot of fun burying them in the bed and in the couch.  I've been going to the park with my mom a lot, and meeting other dogs.  Plus, I have two new dog neighbors now, which is fun because sometimes at night we like to all go outside and howl at the ambulances.  It's sooooooooooo funny, you guys.  I mean, I'll be all "ooout-a-woooo!" and Toby'll be all "ooouuut-a-woooo-wooo!" and then Rider'll be all "yappa-wooo!"  It's a riot.  Not like a riot in L.A., but like a fun party-like riot.

Tomorrow my mom and dad and I are driving to Augusta to visit Uncle Hugh and Aunt Cassie and Fletcher, my cousin that I say I hate (but that I secretly love--my wagging tail gives it away), Fletcher. (It's actually the one-year Fletchiversary--so it's been exactly one year since I've had a peaceful visit with Aunt Cassie and Uncle Hugh).  We're going to eat homemade treats and run around the yard and celebrate our freedom and celebrate the fact that we live in a pretty darn great country. 

Here's what I love about our country.

I love that we have a Humane Society, where moms and dads can find dog children of their own.  I love that people can own as many dogs as they want.  I love that I can bark whenever I want and bark whatever I want.  I love that we have awesome entertainment in America (um, hello, Air Bud franchise!).  I love parks that have water fountains for dogs.  I love restaurants that have outdoor seating and waitresses that give me a bowl of water.  I love watching kids practice football at the park.  I love the smell of grilling in the summer. 

Now, if only America would work on two things:

1. I think it'd be better if I could just be off my leash at the park, and pretty much everywhere. 
2. The fireworks need to go.

Seriously.  I'm a patriot dog and all, but I can not stand the booms of fireworks.  I mean, I howl the "Star-Spangled Banner" with the best of 'em, and I watch Glenn Bark every night.  I love to take time to reflect on those people and animals that have helped to make our country what it is today; I just don't see why we have to have big fire booms in the sky to show our appreciation.

Oh, and the taxes.  Sometimes, after I have a long day of work in my tie collar, I just want to have all of that money to myself to buy treats and toys.  Why do I have to give some of it to the government?  Oh yeah, so that I can have parks that have water fountains for dogs.  Fine. 

But we can all agree on the fireworks, right?

Fireworks!

I love them, but I will admit that every time they start I initially believe they're a drive-by shooting.

Mitch hates them.  He never gets past the drive-by shooting part.  He usually barks and howls throughout the show.

Now, here's what they look like from the Carport Bistro.

Man, is it hard for me to get good pictures of fireworks!

My favorite fireworks are the cracklin' sizzlin' ones.  I love that sound.  What are your favorites?

I was going to tell you some fun story about fireworks, but I'm grumpy because I woke up feeling like shit for the fifth day in a row, and it's not even because of wine.  Plus, I'm off to serve Savannah's finest for the next few hours, which means that I'm missing some of Savannah's fun Saturday events, like Sidewalk Arts Festival.  Oh well. 

This day's probably going to get worse before it gets better.  Maybe if I start it off with some Chick-Fil-A it'll change direction?

Bad Day (a post by Mitch)

It's pretty much been a terrible week for a dog. I hate the Fourth of July. What kind of stupid human holiday is this? All they do is set off loud booms all night and freak me out. I hate it. My mom says those are called fireworks, and she really likes them, but I hate them. People are so stupid sometimes.

I had just recovered from the stupid holiday of America when my evil, deceptive mother asked me if I wanted to go for a ride in the car. I mean, of course I want to ride in the car. "To the bank! To the post office! To the park!" I was thinking. But no. I should have known. She'd been saying stuff about how Tuesday would be a bad day for a dog, but I ignored her (she says dumb stuff a lot of the time).

I should have known when the car ride was taking a lot longer than usual. And then we arrived there. Had my horrible mother taken me to the park? No. The bank (to get a treat from the teller)? No. The post office? No. The Cupcake Emporium? No.

That bitch took me to the vet. I'm so mad at her right now I could just bite her.

It was the worst vet appointment ever! (Well, second worst. That time I broke my foot when I was a small pup was pretty terrible.) They violated me and poked me and even cut my nails. I was trying to go for a Guinness World Record with my nails. AND, I'm fatter now. I've gained a pound. This weight gain is not good for my dog self-image. Then they put me on the table that goes up and I freaked out some more.

The vet is actually a pretty nice guy, but I hate what he and his evil assistants do to me. I shake and get so nervous, and I don't even have time to talk or hang out with the other dogs.

I used to poop on the floor when I went to the vet, but now that I'm 5 I can't do that anymore. I've matured.

Anyway, I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day on the couch watching reruns of the Westminster Dog Show and looking out the window.