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WATER WATER EVERYWHERE!!

NOT A GOOD DAY!
Not a good day at all, I tell ya!

My house almost got flooded last night and early this morning. I was snoozing in my 4th nighttime location, when out on the patio there arose such a clatter, Dad & Mom arose from their bed to see what was the matter. Away to the windows they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up . . . ! Well, they didn't really throw up but they almost did because the patio drain was backing up with water at the speed of . . . well . . . a flood, coming right toward all our patio doors. They made a lot of noise scrambling out onto the patio with towels, brooms, and buckets.

Since I don't have web feet, I figured they needed me to stay inside and protect the house from all the lightening and thunder. Dad's closet especially looked in danger, so I hunkered down in there to make sure his stuff was alright. I bet that Bobama the Portuguese water dog could have helped, but Wilson the closet dog was busy protecting the back corner of Dad's closet.

So, here's the bad news: water kinda-sorta got into our house, at least the water we can see. We hope not too much though. Who knows what water is lurking in unseen places though. I'm trying to sniff it out, but finding invisible water isn't really my tracking strength. Mom & Dad have been nagging the drainage people to get out here and dig a trench or something, cuz it's gonna rain AGAIN today. Mom's got a tight mouth and Dad's sighing a lot. Aw man, I do NOT wanta go through that again. And . . . and . . . no walks today I guess. That's just great!

Here's the really bad news: Luna isn't coming! Yep, you read me right; she's not coming. Too dangerous for Debra to bring her all the way from Austin in this flood; too much mess and goings on here for Luna to visit, yada, yada, yada. I'll just bet that Luna would love to go out with me and roll in our flooded, muddy back yard. What's the problem? She'd LOVE it!!!

Well, just poop! I know I'm not 'pose to say "poop," but that's just how I feel. Not to mention I had to take one this morning with water up to my ankles. So poopdy poody poop! There!

SICK MOM

Help everybody. My mom's sick, and I heard her tellin' Dad that she probably has the SWINE FLU!! Then they both laughed and laughed.

Personally, I don't think it's very funny, 'cuz she really has been sick with a sore throat, fever, and a snotty nose . . . uh . . . I mean congestion. I googled those symptoms on WebVet, and they called it "swine flu." I even felt her nose while she was napping, and it was warm and dry instead of cold and wet. Man, I'm worried!

Seriously, somebody help, 'cuz I don't want mom to look like a pig. Geez; how embarrassing for me when Luna comes on Tuesday. She'll think she's moving into a sty, and then she'll leave.

Somebody help!!

DRUM ROLLS PLEASE!!

OK EVERYBODY, I'M PRETTY PUMPED!!

First of all, Saona finished the Boston marathon and lived to tell about it. I'm pretty proud of her. I wonder if they have any dog marathons? Hmmm! Anyway, let's have a drum roll for Saona!!!

Also, I'm panting pretty hard because, next week, Marley is coming for a play day on Monday, and . . . another drum roll please . . . LUNA is coming on Tuesday!!!! Yep, you got it right, I'm gonna have a new buddy for a while (and maybe forever???). Here's a picture of Ms. Luna. She's pretty hot!! Uh, sorry, Mom says I not 'pose to call my future "sis" HOT. Well, SHE IS (see her picture below)! I just hope she's fun and frolicky and nice and doesn't take all my toys like my friend Tanner did.


So, Luna, I'm looking forward to meeting you. I'll be the big, strong, buff, handsome golden dog panting at the door of our house when you come. I'll have all my toys licked clean and ready to share. I hope you like me and like it here.

HAVING A SLEEPOVER!!

Hey everybody! I'm at a sleepover at Tessa's house. I'm really glad I was here this weekend, because we had some very baaaad weather, and Tessa needed me to protect her. I know she felt better knowing that her big bro was looking out for her. She's kinda little and needs a brave golden retriever to take care of her. I don't have a picture of her to show you, because I had to bring over my laptop with me, and I have her pictures only on my desktop. When I get back home, I'll post her picture.

Oh, I'm staying with Tessa, Wes & Suzanne because my parents are in Boston cheering on Saona as she runs the Boston marathon. How cool is that!! Everybody say a prayer for Sa tomorrow (Monday), that she runs great.

Mom and Dad are coming home after she runs, and I'll go back home to my lonely, only-dog status. SIGH!!! I MIGHT -just might- have a new friend come live with me, though. Everybody say AMEN!!!

More later on Sa's run and my new buddy!!!

Lots of dog kisses,
Wilson, the very brave weather dog

DOGS CAN SHARE GOOD NEWS! YES WE CAN!!

I had a great Easter Sunday, except for all the baaad weather, which made me very anxious. So, I went into Dad's closet to protect his clothes. They're all fine now; don't worry. My family was almost all here (where were you Drew and Sa); the scary weather finally went away, and life was good. I love my people! I love the sun!

While he was here, Bradley showed me an article written in the Onion about dogs not being able to talk and how we should stop making them seem like people. Of course, it was written by Gerald the golden retriever, so DUH!!! Here's the link if you even care: http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/stop_anthropomorphizing_me

Wanta know what I think about that stupid article??? Any dog who can say - or even knows - the word "anthropomorphizing" is waaay smarter than most humans. So THERE!

But, I digress. I may be a dog, but when I watched over mom's shoulder as she watched this video, I just knew that I HAD to share it. So, whether you believe that I can talk or write or blog . . . well that's limited only by your imagination. But, I do know that the God who created ME wants YOU to see this:


Cardboard Stories from The Austin Stone on Vimeo.

HA! HA! CATS ARE SO STUPID!!

HUSKIES or TARHEELS? Are you kidding me?

OK let me get this straight. "Something called a "Tarheel" actually outlasted the mighty, strong, aggressive canines, known as HUSKIES??

Give me a break. What the heck is a Tarheel? It's not even a thing or an animal or a person. PULEEEEEEZ!

Fine, fine! It is what it is, and I lost the basketball bracket to a stupid FOOT - a dirty one at that. So, here are my family's bracket rankings:

Mom

ME

Suzanne & Wes

Bradley

Dad

Drew

Sa

HOWEVER, if we give extra points for picking the stupid UNC feet, that order might change.

Write me and tell me if you think picking the winner deserved more points.

Playtime With Marley

MY NEW FRIEND MARLEY!!

HOT DOG!! I've got a new friend, and his name is Marley. He's a long-hair Dachshund; pretty cool lookin' lil guy. Marley belongs to Logan and Kara Lee, and while they're out of town, I'm taking care of him. We're having a sleep over.

Since he's just a year old, he needs a wise old dog to protect him, guide him and show him the ways of the big dog world. He really looks UP to me (chuckle), but we can still romp and play. He's fun, even though his legs are sorta stumpy. But man, can he run; he's like a rocket with those itty bitty legs just flying. And . . . get this . . . he runs right under me. He really is a HOT DOG!