Dog door nightmares...

I am currently in the process of re-evaluating my love for my brother... well more specifically his love for me. (Not really, but it seems like a good way to start the story off.)  Sometimes he can be really irritating.

For example sometimes he lies on the top stair of the flight of stairs that go up to the bed. He KNOWS I can't go over him. When I first moved in, I was terrified to go out the electronic dog door. I wasn't sure how all of the clicking should go - when I should go out, when I should wait for the click.  Back then, I'd just wait to hear him go out then zoooooooooooooooooooooooooom to the door and hope I made it out the door before it clicked back shut. I can remember sometimes trying to come back in the door and WHAM, it wouldn't be open yet. I'd be dazed. Mom would be laughing on the other side of the door. After she picked herself off the ground, she'd open the door and let me in.

Well Jingles told me a story the other day. I won't tell you what he told me 'cuz I don't like getting him into trouble. But it kinda makes me wary of that whole back door thing again. The other day I was playing with the AC repairman. An hour or two after he left, mom realized that I was still outside. She opened the door to find me laying on the outside ramp, where I had patiently waited all that time for the door to open.

I know, I know - I'm a spaz. Well now that Jingles knows the whole backdoor phobia is back, he races outside like he wants to play (YAY!) - then leaves me outside and I can't get back in (BOO!). Thank goodness Cousin Sarah put a furry bathmath on the door ramp which makes it easier for me to come in. I think it's a comfort thing, ya know? It scares away the stories Jingles tries to tell me.

He is an awesome brother sometimes. I think he just does this stuff to be because he hasn't had giggles in a LONG time.  Geesh!

Love and licks,

Spencer

Easter Weekend at the Kendallaise Ranch

So this weekend, I went out to Uncle Richard’s and Aunt Liz’s. Brother Jingles and I were both so shocked to see Mom packing OUR stuff, too. Normally she just leaves us (sniff, sniff). But we didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth and hauled buns out to the car. I didn’t even make my normal “I’m going to run off before getting into the car” jaunt. I was a good boy!

We made the long drive out to Boerne. As soon as my little feet hit the ground, I was off running. There was wide open space EVERYWHERE. I ran and ran and ran and ran.  Now some of you are probably thinking, “How can he run with his crooked little back and messed up legs?” I don’t know how I did it, but I ran like a banshee and sniff sniff sniffed everything there was to be sniffed. There were goats and donkeys and horses and llamas and alpacas (but more about that later). I typically tried to stay in sight of Mom, Cousin Sarah, or Grandmomma. Otherwise they’d call me. I’d have to be the obedient son and run back. Dad gum it felt good to run.

Well at one point, all of the family moved to the deck by the barn. I learned that if I went down the ramp, I could go under the barn. And if I went under the barn, I would end up by the fence to the pasture. I could then sneak out into the pasture to check out the big animals. Mom kept coming to get me, which wasn’t much fun. But I kept trying!

Finally she decided to just let me run. I got all the way to the new barn out in the pasture and some big creature came out to sniff me. It’d sniff then go bucking off. It was kind of funny to watch. Then another one came after me. Then an even larger set of similar looking ones. (Mom called them llamas and alpacas.) By this time, I had made it to the creek. Cousin Sarah had come out after me since all the four legged giants seemed to be stalking me. Mom was too busy trying to get her big camera out. Suddenly I looked up and I was surrounded. I couldn’t see anything but furry legs! I freaked. Cousin Sarah called me and I came streaking out of the circle to safety around her legs! Brother Jingles came out to check on me. He almost got kicked by a donkey and high-tailed it back under the fence. I’m beginning to think he’s a lot smarter than I give him credit for… Aunt Liz said that the llamas and alpacas normally run off dogs, but they probably couldn’t figure out what I was and if I was even dangerous for all that matters. Regardless it was kind of scary…

No matter how tired I was, I kept running and running and running – all weekend. I had a blast. I sure was hurting when I got home though. What an awesome way to spend Easter weekend!