Roughing it (again)

I’m not a really big fan of roughing it (see my story about gorving). It was all the same to me that we hadn’t really been on any camping-type trips since then. But No. 1 came up with a place she thought I might like.

Little cabin in the woods

Now this is what I call roughing it! You have walls. You have a floor. You have light. You have heat in case it gets too cold. (No. 1 also praised the hot water for showers — not that I would know anything about that.) Best of all, you have a bed to curl up on.

No. 2 likes the loft, which you get up to by climbing a ladder. This part isn’t really dog friendly, but it’s monkey-friendly and also 50-year-old-teenager friendly. He went up there and we almost couldn’t get him to come down again.

How's the weather up there?

When you want to go outside, you open the back door and there you are, in the middle of a forest. And there was almost no one else around!

Here I am, showing off my mountaineering skills.

I am a wolf in the forest.

Sad to say, we spent only one night here, and then we went to a big hotel for awhile. There wasn’t much for a little dog to do. It was noisy, confusing, and there were soooo many people, everywhere you looked. I had to be careful not to get stepped on.

Maybe roughing it isn’t such a bad idea after all. I didn’t much care for gorving, but gocabining is all right with me!

Woofs,
Willie

No. 2 here: If any of you are wondering where this is, these are the Shinneyboo Creek Cabins, just a stone’s throw from the I-80 highway to Reno, an exit or two past Emigrant Gap.

Edited: August 22nd, 2011

Riding high

No. 1 and her buddies all got together and made a blankie. They brought it over for us to see.

No. 2 was called to hold up one end. For some unfathomable reason he thought it would be a clever idea to hoist me up over the top of the blankie while a picture was being taken.

Yes, very funny. Are we done?

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: August 6th, 2011

This blankie is dog approved

No. 1 says that there’s only one thing that I don’t understand.

I'm checking out this nice blankie.

She puts her hands on her hips, looks at me, and says, “You cannot lie on a quilt while I’m quilting it.”

Why not? I’m just doing my job. I am the Quilt Puppy after all. It is my solemn duty to check out each and every blankie, to make sure that it holds all the properties that a dog desires. This is a very nice one, very comfy, and from here I can supervise your activities closely.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asks.

Nobody here but us teapots.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: June 11th, 2011

New blankie

No. 1 went away for the weekend. As you know, I am not in favor of this. The pack should be together at all times. However, it’s not so bad if at least No. 2 stays home.

When No. 1 came home she brought a new blankie that she had made. I tested it out right away.

This is Willie and I approve this blankie.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: October 16th, 2010

How I became the Quilt Puppy

No. 2’s sister sent a Klingon rug. One of our Klingons decided to pretend she was a pop-up Klingon.

One of these things is not like the others.

No. 1 is making the blankies like crazy. She has her stuff all set up in the extra room upstairs, so much stuff you wouldn’t believe it. A lot of it is soft and scrunchable, which is nice for a dog. I work closely with her on all stages of making the blankies.

This is a good perch. I can see pretty well from here.

This is a good place to hang out too.

One time No. 1 packed the suitcase and went away for a few days. That was no good. When she came home I helped her unpack. She gave me this souvenir collar.

The collar's nice but don't go away any more, okay?

Here I am on a blankie that has poodles on it. I approve this blankie.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: March 11th, 2010

Something unusual’s going on

Something suspicious is happening in our home.

I think it all started when the humans took me for a ride in the car with the Klingons. You have to realize that Klingons and cars don’t mix. The only place they ever go in a car is to the vet. But this time, we just drove around for an hour, and the humans said something about getting them used to long car rides. Why?

After we had been driving for half an hour with no apparent decrease in yowling inside the car, No. 2 made up a song called “99 Kitties Crying and a Dog.” He sang it to the melody of “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.” It went, “99 kitties crying and a dog. 99 kitties crying. Give one a pill, make her get ill, you’ll still have 99 kitties crying and a dog.” I didn’t like this song. How did this dog get mixed up with 99 Klingons? Why did they give one a pill? How did it end? What does it mean?

Then the humans’ friends started coming over. One night it was No. 1’s friends, the ones who use sharp implements like she does.

Another friend, who has lots of dogs, came over and had lunch. This human is goofy and knows how to have fun.

Lynnie

Then we went to some more friends’ house and had dinner.

That wasn’t all that much fun. At these humans’ house, there are at least eight white boxers. Maybe it’s only three or four, but when they come at you and smell you all over and bat at you with their great clumsy paws, it seems like boxers everywhere you turn. Here’s one of them.

They all look the same from down here, trust me.

Finally, something strange started to happen in our house. The humans’ stuff started getting put into boxes.

The only benefit I can see to this development is that for the first time I can get into the frigidator! All the way into it! It should always be this way!

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: November 3rd, 2009

How I became the Quilt Puppy

You may have noticed that the name of my dogblog is “The Most Excellent Life and Times of Willie the Quilt Puppy.” You may also have wondered, “How did such a thing as a quilt get into the act?”

No. 1 is always fooling around with hunks of cloth. Sometimes she sits at a table and runs a contraption that goes whiiiirrrrr.

Other times she sits with a big blankie on her lap and does things with it. Sharp implements are involved.

At these times I am not allowed to sit on the blankie on her lap. I can lie under the blankie, or I can lie on the part of the blankie that is on the floor (but for some reason she moves it frequently so it’s not all that satisfactory).

In my opinion, the hunks of cloth could be left just the way they are. A pile of them makes a good bed, and they would be fun to scrunch up. No. 1 does not agree. So I abide by her wishes and take up my self-appointed duties as the Quilt Puppy. Here’s my job description.

• Keep No. 1 company in the studio.

• Dog-approve all quilts by lying on them at some stage of completion, testing them for comfiness.

• Fetch spools of thread that have rolled under the sofa.

My favorite quilting activity is the reading of magazines.

Very edifying.

I take my duties seriously. In fact, it will come to pass in a few years’ time that No 1 will name her whole company after me. But that’s another story, one that will be told in the fullness of time.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: September 27th, 2009