She knows magic.

Do you suppose Homie knows magic? Every day when we go out to play ball in the evening, the minute she throws a ball, water starts spouting out of the ground. I think it’s pretty amazing.

I am beginning to think that we live in a frying pan. It sizzles all day. When you go outside you can lean against the heat, that’s how thick it is. Heat or no heat, we had to go to Fly ball. I tried to explain that I really wouldn’t mind if we stayed in and slept a little more. Five in the morning on Sunday is just not my thing. Homie pulled an innocent little face and tricked me from out under the table by going outside and saying in her sweetest voice, ‘Hello Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, Daisy’. Well, of course I had to go and see what was going on because I haven’t seen Daisy Doll for ages.

You have to watch that homie of mine. She is full of tricks. She calls me a little stinker sometimes, but she is no different herself. Off we went to Fly ball, which was fun. I am purrrrttty good at it, even if I say so myself. I was zipping along nicely, showing off a little, when they started walking a dog really close to me. Well, I mean, who would not be distracted and want to play? I was totally out of it and had to regain focus. Did a few breathing exercises with my eyes closed and a couple of Om's under my breath. Blue-Eyes was back!

After the game, Homie needs to go shopping! Over 100 degrees and the woman suddenly needs all kinds of stuff. Well only paint really and she did take me with her to the store but I wasn’t allowed in but I think they would have let me if I hadn’t barked at the lady who butted into our conversation. Homie gave me a sad little look and tied me to a wire container outside filled with Tiki torches. She was in and out of that store like a shot. I think she could read my mind. The wire container had wheels. How fun would it be to run down the parking lot with the Tiki torches? Only it took me too long to figure out how to light them, so I was still sitting there thinking when she came out again.
Bummer.

Busy Sunday.

Man, I am knackered. Out the door by 7 a.m. and that on a Sunday. When I saw Homie packing the basket I thought, "Oh nooo, not an early outing? What is up with her? It's going to be 114 degrees today!" and I moved deftly under the coffee table. Try get me out from under here, if you can and I watched her in a rather detached way, that I have been practicing. I can even close one eye and still watch her through the slit of the other eye. Believe me, sometimes you have to watch Homie. At first sight you wouldn't consider her all too smart but that look can be deceiving. I mean I have never seen her do anything super smart like retrieve a ball or dig up a gopher but sometimes she surprises me.

Oh before I go on, did I tell you she tried to strangle me? Asphyxiation by window. I was shocked. I was having a nice look at traffic, happy as can be, and suddenly I hear her say, 'closing the windows' and buzzes them right up, then and there with my head still out the window. What does she think? That I know what 'closing the windows' means? Well, now I do but I had to learn the hard way.

Under the table, I had to fight off the desire to give in when Homie held a great big piece of Gouda in front of my nose. Normally she isn't very generous with that Gouda but this piece was humongous. Had to give in. But glad I did because I went to Flyball and then a Doggy Pool Party. Made a lot of new friends too, both human and doggy. I think I am really going to like going to Flyball because I like running and catching balls. Such a delicious combination, don't you think?

Hey is that Homie taking a nap? Homie, let's go for a run?!

Did she just peer at me with one eye closed and through a slit of the other? Man, that girl learns fast. Let's see if I can lay my paws on a good chunk of Gouda.