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good saturday morning everyone, wally here. ray, one of dad’s blogging buddies was flipping thru facebook, saw dad’s pics from this morning’s walk at cove Island park, and he said to hisself ” ah, ok, duh, here’s something that I haven’t seen for 928 consecutive days.” then good friend ray shouted in caps WHERE THE HELL IS WALLY? WHATS UP WITH WALLY???? dad seemed more than a bit irritated that i already have a fan from south carolina, and i’ve like gone global, while dad was out freezing his a$$ off, going round and round on the same cove island track and I was sleeping with mom in the cozy bed. so ray wants to know what’s up…thinking…thinking…thinking. i peed on dad’s rug yesterday because he was working working working and I was bored. it got his attention. he said he had to be on a zoom call and i cant shat wherever i want like an aminal. zoom? huh? i then did the zoomies round and round in his office. dad laughed, he never laughs. when dad was doing his zoomies i went exploring in all the rooms on the second floor. i chewed on rachel’s suitcase. and then eric’s backpack. and then i found dad’s cables, so many white cables, so many devices. i heard dad stomping down the hallway so i skooched under the bed to hide. “WALLY!” i know my name now and when dad shouts like that, i know i’m in big trouble. “not the cords wally…not my bloody cables…my gadgets are worth more than you are.” i barked at dad, that wasn’t very nice. he has to be joking. he was! because then dad took me on a boat ride on his tee shirt up and down the hallway. and then i got to play horsey on dad’s back. i have so much fun when dad works from home. dad is the best play toy ever. that’s all friends. nap time. have a great weekend!

And if anyone cares to check out dad’s pictures from this morning’s walk at cove island park, click here.

hello everyone. wally here. it’s 1:30 am and dad just took me out to go pee pee. it threw me off as dad never gets up, it’s mommy that does all the work. i really didn’t know what to make of it. i barked a little, hoping mom would stir. she didn’t. i think she was in shock too. dad held me close to his chest as he carried me downstairs. he didn’t say anything but i could feel his heart go pitter patter. he has one, a heart that is, i heard it, that made me happy. its dark out and dad told me to ‘hurry up, go pee pee and not screw around, it’s cold out here.’ i sniffed the grass, there was either rabbit or raccoon rummaging around here. i walked further out in the yard sniffing to see if i could track them down, and dad followed, in his bare feet, white t-shirt, and sleep shorts. ‘wally, pee-pee, now!” dad was right, that wind from the north was cold, i squatted like a girl, went pee-pee and ran back to the door. dad said ‘sort of good job wally but i’m going to have to teach you how to pee pee like a man.” next time dad goes to pee i’m going to watch and learn. mom said that a cold front is coming in, and they are calling for 5 feet of snow in buffalo. i don’t really know what snow is and what it has to do with buffalo’s, but mom told me i better come to love my prickly sweater. mom took the pictures here. i found that when i run inside from the cold, i can sit on the heater vent and warm my tooshy. it feels so warm and so good. so that’s all everyone. i have to get back to bed now. have a great friday! tgif!

hello everyone. wally here. dad took that shot above. not all that flattering, certainly not my best side. and if you thought i looked irritated, you pegged it right. dad shouted at me and told me to “get the hell out from under the chair!” because he knew what i was doing. what is it with this human need to follow me around when i have to poop. mom told dad earlier today that she caught me crawling under the outdoor furniture pooping.  she didn’t know what i was doing on monday and tuesday, but now she understood. she told dad that I started pooping on the grass on the wet leaves and then ran under the furniture to finish. and that she found a number of wally deposits lined up in a cute little row. well, she got most of the story right (like i did line them up in a cute little row), but leave it to mom to miss the entire point. what about the right to a little wally privacy. i don’t go into the bathroom with mom with she’s in there pushing out her spinach. and there goes dad, who’s poop doesn’t smell (he told me that). dad started in on mom again about the need for discipline to start early: “did you notice that he doesn’t shat wherever he wants when he’s with me. there needs to be a bit of fear in this training regime. like he did with the kids.” mom walked away mumbling something about 39 years of this, THIS! she shouted. so after all this settled down, i decided to play in my toy basket. dad looks over, and says look at your animal. apparently i should have taken one toy out at a time to play, but why bother when you can jump right in and play with all of them at the same time. i looked at mom, she gave me a little wink which made me feel better. dad grunted and told mom to watch my back end, there could be another ‘cute little row on the tile.’ so, that’s it for tonight.  hope to see you again on the weekend. good night!