Wally’s Great Adventures (5)

tgif everyone. i had a great night’s sleep. i get up once or twice a night and bark so mom can take me to go pee pee outside. dad doesn’t get up because he’s tired and he said that it’s mom’s job because mom and dad have divided up responsibilities between them so it’s fair.  in other words, dad plays with me, and mom does everything else. dad is an awesome playmate. i love my crate, it’s my safe place. i sleep in the crate until about 3:30 am when i see bright lights on, then i know dad is up reading. i bark because I’m cold and lonely lying in this crate all by myself —  i see dad nudge mom to get up to get me. mom gets up and she carries me into their bed. i wiggle out of mom’s hands, run across the bed to give dad some kisses and then i skootch under the covers and cosy between dad’s legs. i love my crate but this is a much better place to sleep.  dad takes me out for adventures each morning in the backyard where i get to hunt in the rock pile. dad keeps saying “stop eating dat.” “stop eating dat. “stop eating dat.” i bark at him telling him he doesn’t have to repeat himself, i’m not stoopid, and if he gave me more snacks i wouldn’t have to eat grass and sticks. i climb from the top of the rock pile and then bunny-hop into the bird bath. dad was so proud of me, he took a picture and sent it to mom. mom yelled at dad saying that he shouldn’t put me up on high places, cause i could fall and hurt myself. i bark at mom to explain that it wasn’t dad but she just kept yelling at him. i don’t understand why mom nags at dad, because he let’s me do whatever I want and he’s always right anyway. dad’s been talking about taking me to cove island park this weekend, mom didn’t look all too happy but I’ve come to learn that dad will do whatever he wants anyway. so i have to go now.  it’s nap time. have a great weekend!

37 thoughts on “Wally’s Great Adventures (5)”

        1. thank you sawsan…I’ll come to love you too. dad said you don’t always get it right away, i should be patient with you, and eventually you come around even if you disappear for years at a time…dad called it gypsy blood or something. it all sounds like a good thing.

          1. 🙂
            I did this to myself.

            I love your name dearly, Laila. My daughter’s name is Laila, spelled Layla.

          2. Aw thank you! Laila is an atypical spelling for sure – most people read it as “Lie-la”. Coincidentally I came across another spelling today: Lailah. Even more uncommon than mine, I think!

          3. You know too much about me, Wally!
            Now that you’re here, I have no reason to disappear again.

  1. It’s usually, thr moms, that, takes the dogs out, it’s usually, the moms, that the dogs go to, to wake up to take them out, unless, mommy’s, away, then, our dogs, go down the “line”, to the next person that they can, count on, to care for them, on a, day to day basis. Dogs are, really, intelligent, knowing who to go to, for exactly, what they, need…

  2. Um, Wally? Sweetie pie??? You know your skating a little close to the edge? Trust me, because your understanding of the divided responsibilities between your parents, sounds remarkably like Bogey and Lucy on this end..😉

  3. Thank you for satisfying our need to see more of Wally! Now, I’m wondering why there’s no water in the birdbath… And if Wally would jump in if it were filled with water…and birds….

  4. What a great adventures… I am reading with a great joy… Much Love to all your Family lovely Wally 🙂 Thank you, nia

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