Hallo! Weenie!

Sailor here.

My favorite day is here. People come to the door and ring the doorbell.

Jib and I get to bark and bark.

Then we have to lie down.

Mom opens the door and little people say, "Hallo! Weenie?"

I wait for weenies. Jib does, too.

If I don't get up, I get a slice of weenie!

Jib does, too.

If I get up, no weenies.

Some HalloWeenie Day, I may get a whole weenie!

Mom says Hope springs eternal. What ever that means.

Does she mean my sheltie friend, Hope? I'd love to see her spring!

Family portrait

Sailor here.

Mom and I had our picture taken. Jib and Zoe did, too. Mom's sister came to visit from far away just so she could take our picture.

Mom says we are all doing typical things in the picture.

Mom is smiling because she always smiles when I am nearby.

I am smiling and watching Mom because I always watch Mom. I smile because I love her. I watch her because I love her. And because I don't want to miss anything.

Jib is watching Mom's sister because he doesn't want to miss anything either.

Zoe is smiling with her eyes all smile-crinkled because she always smiles. And she doesn't care if she misses anything. She is happy anyway.

Stay on Recall

Jib here.

I sat. I stayed. I didn't fidget. I didn't get up.

Mom was very proud. She stood for a long time.

But I am ready to run to her.

I just know she's going to call, "Come!"

Any second now.

Looking out the Window

Sailor here.

Jib sleeps. I sleep.

While we sleep, Mom says she makes quilts.

She throws thread onto the floor and cuts and irons.

She mumbles to herself.

But she made me another quilt. It is called Attic Windows.

She wishes she could see this out of our attic window.

She loves the sea.

And she loves me.

Best of all.

I am her Sailor.

Snore

Jib here.

I am bored. So I've been sleeping.

I follow Mom upstairs and sleep. Mom sits in her twirly chair and throws thread onto the floor. Then she gets up and makes me move.

She does hot things and funny things with sharp things. Then she sits down and throws more thread on the floor.

I am bored.

So I sleep.

Gordon Gecko

Jib here.

Mom says, "Green is Good."

But second place gets me a Wubba and lots of chicken!

Lassie Schmassie

Jib here.

Mom and I went to a dog show today. A real dog show. Mom says I was a trial. But that she can't fault me for being a Lassie.

We went into the ring. Mom was happy. I was happy.

Then I heard anger. I smelled anger. I smelled a scared dog. I smelled an angry man. I smelled an upset woman. They were behind the bushes.

I forgot to sit when Mom stopped. I was busy smelling the anger.

Mom told me to Heel and I heeled. But I was worried. I forgot to sit again because we were even closer to the angry man.

Was the angry man going to leap out of the bushes at Mom?

I managed to pay attention to Mom. But when she left me and walked across the ring, the anger got louder and smellier.

Mom called me.

I came.

And I ran past Mom. I ran under the tapes. I stopped in the right place to protect Mom.

I stood and listened to Mom with one of my ears and listened to the angry man with my other one. I wasn't going to let him come near us.

Mom called me again and I came to her.

Mom said I was a good Lassie. The Judge said Too Bad, Really Too Bad.

Mom said I Not Quited in Obedience but Qualified in all things Lassie.

Mom said if I hadn't run off, I might have had a run-off. For a blue ribbon. But she wasn't sad. She was proud.

And Mom says tomorrow is another day.

Bark Bark Bark!

Sailor here.

Our blue jays are loud. They are noisy. They sit in the trees and bark at each other.

Mom says they're probably the twins that hatched under our umbrella. She says that Jib probably taught them to bark.

It couldn't have been Zoe.

Or me.