Boy, my Momma is lazy. We haven’t updated this blog since April? I keep telling her that my fans are waiting for my wisdom and adorableness. She just shrugs and does her own thing. I tell you, parents these days. What can you do?
I’m a busy girl. I go to daycare, I go to the dog park, I help with foster puppies and dogs. Yes, I’m a giver. Where was I? Oh, my new job. You guys know about my brother, Patch. My last post was all about him. Patch, Patch, Patch. This is my blog, not his, but what are you going to do?
Sometimes Patch can’t walk after going outside to do his business. He just flops down on the ground like a lump. We live in Montana, so a boy doesn’t want his boy bits snuggled in the snow for too long. Momma will call to us to come in and of course I fly to the door. Patch still lays on the ground swimming around. I try to tell him “its snow not water dummy.” He doesn’t listen. *eye roll*
Last night I went in the house without Momma. She was blabbing on the phone to Momma Sheri. Usually, I won’t go in without my Momma but our foster dog was going in the house and I had to keep an eye on her. I told you I was busy. So Momma and Patch were outside and Momma was ready to come in. She called to Patch and he blew her off. Typical boy thing. Then she went to pull him by his collar, to help him stand up, and he flopped on his back and lifted his legs up. He does that so the folks will pick him up. Sometimes he needs to be carried, other times they will carry him in and when they put him on his bed he hops up like a jumping jack. My folks LOVE that. I just laugh and laugh.
Momma was not going to carry him across the icy snow. What is a Momma to do? I heard Momma call me. “Katie, go bring Patch in.” Well if your Momma tells you to do something, you gotta do it. I flew down the stairs and to Patch and started rolling him around, growling at him and nipping his ankles like the part heeler I am. I had him on his back and I hopped on his head. I did anything I could do to make his gimpy butt move. Patch got up and looked like a newborn baby deer and went into the opposite way of the house. What is up with that kid? Momma wanted us to go inside and go to bed. He lopped off and went to Big Dog’s garden. Momma and I both just stared at him. It was dark so we didn’t know what the boy was up to. He rooted around for a bit and showed us a snow covered rawhide in his mouth. Betty, the foster, must have left it outside. Patch and I like to keep our treats INSIDE the house, like normal dogs. He just pranced up and down with this thing in his mouth. Momma told me again, “Go bring Patch in” (Between you and me, this was dumb! Its dark and cold and Momma wants to go to bed and he finds the rawhide garden??) When Momma told me to get him, I flew over to him, nipped his heels, did a small bark and flew up to the deck. He waddled over in his usual, drunk like fashion, and followed me up the steps. I cleaned him up and crisis over.
My other job is to be Patch’s helper at doggie daycare. I know how to hang with the dogs. Patch isn’t as good about it as I am. Sometimes he is floppy at daycare and can’t play with the other dogs. When that happens, I go and play with my friends and then go check on Patch. By checking, I go up to him, kiss his head and fly away from him. I do this several times while we are at daycare. Granted he is my weird, creepy brother but I love him. I need to check on him to be sure that he is ok. It’s not like I hang out with him until he can walk. I do just enough so he knows I’m around. It makes the daycare folks smile. It makes my folks proud too.
So those are my jobs and how I keep busy. Just so you don’t think this is all hearts and flowers, he can get on my nerves. When I’m watching my stories, like Dog TV, he will bark and bark. I’m trying to watch my stories and want him to SHUT UP! So I will go over to him, bark twice in his face, so he knows I’m mad. That shuts him up and he goes to lay down for a while. How is a girl supposed to watch her stories if someone is barking at the tv?
My picture is one that my Auntie Kari’s sister in law painted for my Momma. Isn’t it great?? My Momma about darn near cried. If you want a cool picture like mine, go visit Abby’s facebook page to find out about pricing.