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What a difference a day makes! The snow finally stopped falling, both Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve came home to play with me, and best of all, Uncle Steve dropped some food on the floor. Of course I had to help him clean it up, and I was a quite thorough helper!!!
The rain stopped about 10:00 pm Tuesday night, and we got about 5 inches of snow. It didn't stop snowing until mid-afternoon. We are hoping since God put it there last night, that he will take away tomorrow. Uncle Steve says his shovel doesn't work anymore. It's not just his shovel that is broken. The city hasn't plowed out the alley either. Uncle Steve did have to do a little shoveling to get his car in the garage.
I also saw the new puppies next door helping their people shoveling their walk. I'm trying to decide how old I should let them get before I let them know who the boss of the neighborhood is. After I saw the puppies, I went upstairs and looked out the back window. Those damned basset hounds were out!!! I let them have it, but they seem to be so dumb they didn't even know they were being told off. Some breeds just should not be allowed to exist!
As you can see in my movie tonight, I have Uncle Steve well trained. Every time we go outside, he gives me a treat. Sometimes if I bark enough, he'll give me a treat to shut up, but Aunt Kathy tells him he can't do that all the time. Aunt Kathy is not as easy to train as Uncle Steve. However, I heard Aunt Kathy say that Uncle Steve is almost impossible to train. I may have to give her a few pointers.
Uncle Steve showed me you post on Facebook today. Looks like you are having a good time.
Love,
The Speckster
Uncle Steve is having some difficulty with some of his fellow workers. They took down the old web site, put up a new one, and said, "If anything is wrong, then we'll just fix it later." A lot is wrong. He was hogging the computer last night so I couldn't write my blog. I am being fed and cared for, but Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve sure are busy.
Glad to hear that you are having a good time. I will be interested to hear more about the puppets. This confirms that New York is really a den of inequity!
Love,
The Speckster
Boy, do I look cute, or what. I am just getting better as I get older.
You need to send me over to Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve's more often. It is getting harder and harder to keep Uncle Steve trained. He thought we were going for a walk tonight. I try to show him that it is really a sniff and piss outing, but he just doesn't remember. I stop at every tree and try to get a good sniff and a quick piss, but he just keeps on walking. You would think after the 50th time that I tried to stop at a tree he would get the idea, but no. He keeps telling me "We're going for a walk, not a sniff." Well, if that were true, why would I keep stopping at every tree. Just once I wish I was one of those big dogs that could drag their owner down the street where they wanted to go. After about 3 blocks of eating sidewalk maybe then Uncle Steve would understand what we are really out here to do!!!!
Other than that, we are having a good time. Both Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy spend a lot of time sitting down, so I get to engage in some serious lap hopping. Uncle Steve dropped some kind of food in his Lazy Boy, but he won't let me go digging for it. He actually yelled at me when I started to claw into the Lazy Boy. Maybe they'll leave me alone in there for a little while so I can find out what it is. I love a mystery!
Have fun on your trip.
Love,
The Speckster
Well, here I am on a different bed. Can you believe I'm laying here and not trying to kill the bear behind me. It's Aunt Kathy's special bear, so I took pity on it.
It was a quiet day around here. I spent the morning hopping between Aunt Kathy's and Uncle Steve's lap. It was too cloudy to really enjoy any sun coming in the back windows. Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve both went out for lunch, but they were back early so I could get back to my lap hopping. Life doesn't get much better.
Although, I'm really glad to hear you are coming back. It's nice at Aunt Kathy's and Uncle Steve's, but there is no place like home.
Love,
The Speckster
This picture pretty much sums our Saturday. Sometimes I was napping on the bed. Sometimes I was napping in Uncle Steve's lap. Sometimes I was napping on the couch with Aunt Kathy. Sometimes I was napping on the stairs between Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve. God, life is good. This house is just full of great places to nap. Given that it was raining cats and dogs outside, staying inside to nap seemed like the only logical thing to do.
Hope you're having a good time, because as you can see, I'm having a great time.
Love,
The Speckster
It was another quite day. It has started to rain, and the forecast is for rain all day tomorrow. It will be a hard job, but I will try to keep Uncle Steve's lap warm.
As you can see, Uncle Steve is keeping me in training for catching treats. He switched from the little Milk Bone treats to the little fishes, and it threw me off. I will have to get him to give me more training.
Your trip just sounds neater and neater with every message. Uncle Steve told me with the Mag Lev train they could send me treats faster than any other method that currently exists. Getting me more treats faster sounds like a brilliant invention. We all can't wait to hear more details about your trip.
Love,
The Speckster
You log in and expect to see a picture of me, right? So what is Uncle Steve doing in a monkey suit on my web site? Well, they had something called a 3rd Degree at his lodge, and he wasn't home more than 15 minutes today. He got home at the same time Aunt Kathy was going to aerobics. They had a brief discussion about who was going to take me out, and then they were both off again. Aunt Kathy came home and paid some attention to me after dinner, but (as you know) it really takes two people to keep me entertained. I ready to give them both the 3rd degree!!!
I am still not sure who has trained who here. I have Uncle Steve trained that whenever we go outside, he gives me a small treat. However, when he wants me to go with him, he just shakes that treat box and I come running like a cheap whore. I try to hold back, but those treats are so good! Maybe Uncle Steve is not a dumb as I think he is!
Your trip just sounds neater and neater, and you can buy cheap coke. We also saw your post on Facebook. Maybe you should start running marathons now that you have been training on the Great Wall!!
Love,
The Speckster
It's been another quite day here. Uncle Steve works late, and Aunt Kathy goes to aerobics, so I've been guarding the house. When Uncle Steve got home, we played with my toys. As you can see in the movie, I was having some difficulty decided which one would have to suffer my wrath! We will play some more after I finish the blog.
I started to help Aunt Kathy make dinner again, but Uncle Steve asked me to play with my toys, so I stayed out of trouble tonight. I just don't have the timing down right with Aunt Kathy. I keep plowing into her feet, and she almost falls down. I can see where this might be considered a problem.
There are having another meeting tonight at Browndale Park about our new neighbor. Neither Aunt Kathy or Uncle Steve could go. We will let you know anything we find out. It sounds like the police are walking a fine line between making the neighbors happy, and getting sued for harrassment. It seems like no one is happy with this situation. The main things that concerns Uncle Steve was this guy was a Level III sex offender a couple of months ago, and now all of the sudden he is a Level II. Even the police chief did not seem happy about that.
Hope you're having fun on your trip.
Love,
The Speckster
After such a glorious day yesterday, today was sort of a let down. Everybody goes off to work at an ungodly hour, and leaves me at home to hold down the fort. Grante.d, all that entails is sleeping on the couch, but somebody has to do it.
Sometime in the afternoon, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve dash home, let me out, give me a treat, and then they're off again. When Uncle Steve got home, we have some quality lap time. As you can see above, I was trying to help Aunt Kathy cook, but she decided I was just too helpful. Uncle Steve led me upstairs with a treat, but he shut the door so I couldn't leave. What is he thinking! As you can see below, I let him know that this was just not acceptable. We spent the rest of the night with some more quality lap time.
The Great Wall sounds amazing. Takes lots of pictures for us.
Love,
The Speckster
If there is a doggie heaven, then I think I died and I'm there. As you can see, we started out the day in Uncle Steve's lap. He watches TV (although I'm not sure how he does it with his eyes closed), and I bask in the morning sunshine. The only improvement I can ask is that Uncle Steve get a bigger bladder. We had way too many interuptions so he could go to the bathroom.
They went shopping for a little bit so I could get some more resting in, and then we all went for a walk around Lake Harriet. It was a gorgeous day, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It seemed like half of Minnesota was walking around the lake, but I was still the cutest dog there! (At least it seems like it since so many people told me how cute I was.) Uncle Steve was paying attention to the young ladies in their really itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie bikinis, but he still got me back to the car.
After dinner, we had a web cam with Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy's granddaughter, Ellie. I got sort of upset. The baby would cry, and I wasn't sure where she was. Everybody started laughing at me. I was just trying to help!
After the long walk, this blog is going to have to be shorter. I am pooped, and need more beauty sleep.
Love,
The Speckster
It was another quite day around here. Uncle Steve went to a class all day over in St. Paul, and I stayed home and helped Aunt Kathy write lesson plans. She spends a lot of time getting prepared to help her students. I hope they appreciate how lucky they are.
When Uncle Steve got home, he asked if we went for a walk. Aunt Kathy thought it was sort of a dumb question given who just moved into the neighborhood. I told Aunt Kathy I would protect her, but she didn't seem to think that I would be much protection. She's probably right! I would bard up a storm, but unless he was laughing so hard he fell over, I would not be able to put up much of a fight. Uncle Steve is not happy that we feel like we are trapped in the house. This is not good!
Tonight, Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy are going to Orchestra Hall to hear Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique. It is truly a beautiful piece of music, and I will keep the house well guarded. I can sound ferocious and scare people off, as long as they can't see how small I am.
Uncle Steve let me explore in the backyard, as you can see in my movie. I am not sure why I need to be on a leash in a fenced-in backyard. It might have something to do with my getting into flowers where Aunt Kathy does not want me to be. Maybe they just want me to be really safe!
Your trip to China sounds really neat. Shopping where you can't spend money sounded like a good idea to Uncle Steve. He is not sure how much that would help the economy, though.
Have fun. Love,
The Speckster.
I thought now that Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve are getting older, they would be spending more time at home taking care of me. WRONG!!! Uncle Steve came home about 3:30, but stayed home just long enough to take me out, and then he was off to the dentist. Aunt Kathy got home about 4:30, but she had nothing but school work to do. Uncle Steve got back from the dentist right after Aunt Kathy got home, and he had to work on getting their income tax returns ready. Then both of them were off to a meeting about a Level II sex offender that lives over by the elementary school. Neither of them looked very happy when they came back. I overheard them talking about how this guy was a Level III sex offender, but his status was changed right before he moved here. The police chief told the crowd that meeting that he was going to look into the happened. It sounded like the crowd was pretty upset. Aunt Kathy is angry that she doesn't feel safe enough to take walks in the neighborhood.
Now you think they would stay home, but no. Right after dinner Aunt Kathy went out shopping. When she got home, Uncle Steve had her sign the tax returns. He was going to take them to the mailbox when I gave him "The Look!". It worked, because I got to go for a ride in the Prius. We went to the post office and I got to see Uncle Steve put the envelopes in the mail. Now he looked really unhappy. Apparently there is no return coming to them!
Finally at 9:00 pm everybody decided to stay home. I'm working on the blog, and Uncle Steve is sitting in our Lazy Boy. We will both be asleep soon!
As you can see in my video, I have not lost my touch at begging. Uncle Steve dropped some of his dinner on the floor tonight (They were all rushing too much!), and I helped him clean it up right away. It wasn't on the floor more than 10 seconds.
Hope you had a nice trip. I can hardly wait to hear what you are going to see!!!
Love,
The Speckster
Uncle Steve is getting soft! This is his idea of going for a walk around Lake Harriet; he walks, and I ride. As you will see below, I did do some walking, but it got cold, so Aunt Kathy told Uncle Steve to pick me up. I did not object. The wind was coming out of the west, so as long as we were on the west side of the lake, it was ok. When we got over to the east side of the lake, it was colder than the mammory gland of a female member of the occult! I was trouping right along, but Aunt Kathy that I could use so of Uncle Steve's body heat. He put me down once we got to the north end of the lake, but the wind picked up again at the band shell, so I got a short ride back to the car. I was fine the whole time, but Aunt Kathy likes to baby me. Again, I did not object. Here is a movie of me at the beginning of the walk. I had lots of energy then:
We had a fun morning sitting in the Lazy Boy, alternating between napping and reading. Uncle Steve had to get up to go talk to the repairman who came to fix the gargage door. I heard something about a spring breaking, and an amount of money that made both Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy pretty bummed out. The more I learn about this money stuff, the more I enjoy not having to worry about it. People who take care of your every need are really handy to have around.
Glad to hear you had a good flight. See you soon.
Love,
The Speckster
Can you believe how cute I look. Sometimes it is just too much to take. I guess we all have our cross to bear!
Today's weather was awfully yucky! It was overcasting, and sort of a constant drizzle all day long. It never really rained, but everything is wet. No walk for Specky today. Uncle Steve made up for it with some quality lap time, and some play time on the floor. That's how he got this cute picture of me.
There are a lot of people working on the house next door. They were so noisy I could hardly get a nap in today. There were people coming and going all day long. Of course I had to let each one know they were being watched. Uncle Steve got me up early enough so I could tell the newspaper guy that he was way too loud when he dropped the paper. Aunt Kathy was still trying to sleep, so I barked a long time to let him know he needed to be much quieter. Uncle Steve tried to tell me that wasn't my best idea!
Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve said they couldn't think of anything they needed from New York. Uncle Steve would like you to put some kind of jink on the Yankees. Charlie, their son, really wants the Yankees to lose after they swept the Twins.
Glad you're having a good time. See you soon!
Love,
The Speckster
My days at Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve's are settling into a comfortable pattern. They feed me nice and early, play with me before they go to work, and then get out of the house so I can sleep. I occasionaly bark at a passerby, but most of the time is quality nap time. Aunt Kathy put the couch so I can enjoy the maximum amount of sun. Either Uncle Steve or Aunt Kathy comes home mid-afternoon, and takes me for a short walk. I think I have finally broken Uncle Steve of the idea of those insane 5 miles walks. They both go somewhere after that, and let me take another nap. They get home later to feed me, and give me some quality play time after dinner. Then its lap time in front of the TV or reading a book. Some of the books Uncle Steve look my like weights than books, but he seems to enjoy them. Then it's off to bed, and repeat again tomorrow. Rest assured that I am one content puppy, and am over the little twit that I through yesterday. The more I think about that bald eagle, the more I like the idea of staying safe and warm at home!
Glad to hear that you are having a good time in New York. It sounds like lots of fun.
Uncle Steve was trying to get me to talk to you. So I just sat there and looked cute. Doesn't he ever learn?
Love,
The Speckster
Just a quick note to let you know that Aunt Kathy came and rescued me. I can't believe you left with suit cases, and left me behind. I was really mad at you, until I found out where Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve had been. Can you believe they went to Bluefin Bay without me. I haven't decided how to punish them, but believe me, it is coming.
We started out Sunday just like Saturday. I have Uncle Steve trained now to feed me at 5:00 am. Apparently, he needs to get up at that time for some other reason. We spent some more time in our Lazyboy soaking up the rays. Then Uncle Steve went for a long bike ride, and I took care of Aunt Kathy. She took me for a pedestrian expedition around the neighborhood. She and Uncle Steve think they can use big words like that, and I won't get excited. They should know better than that. I can pick up on the slighest clues, and nothing get me more excited than walks. (Well, food ranks right up there too!)
The bed upstairs is a great place to hold court. I can see out the back window, and hear everything much better from there. If one of those bassett hounds lets out the slighest sound, I can put them in their place.
I can hardly wait for you to come home. Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve are nice, but there is no place like home.
Love,
The Speckster
Can you see the sun on my back! Our Lazyboy upstairs is just the best place in the whole world to spend a Saturday morning. Uncle Steve sits and reads his paper, and I alternate between looking out the back window, checking on Aunt Kathy, and sleeping. Sometimes Uncle Steve joins me in the sleeping part! Maybe you can start dropping me off at Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve's on Saturday's morning. This is just the best!!!
The weather here was very nice. It was in the lower 60's, with a bit of a breeze. Uncle Steve took me for a walk around Wolfe Lake. I think he figured out that I am getting to old to do marathon training with him. Plus, he just hasn't figured out why dogs go for a walk. He keeps saying things like, "We're going for a walk, not a sniff!", or "You can't possibly need to go again!" I don't want exercise; I want to leave my mark, and sniff who has left their mark behind. I thought I had trained Uncle Steve better than that. It is nice to be small and fit into peoples' lap, but just once I'd like to be big enough to haul Uncle Steve around and teach him what a walk is really for!
When we got home, the bassett hounds were barking in the back yard. As you can see, I put them in their place. Also, Uncle Steve has reported that sometimes there is a cat in the backyard. The cat is about the same size I am, but I assured him that no cat is any match for me! Uncle Steve is still keeping me on a leash in the backyard, just to protect the cat.
Uncle Steve is really jealous of your trip. London is one of his favorite cities. Both Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy have very found memories of Harrod's. They started to take pictures of some of the store, and a security guard appeared out of nowhere to let them know that they should not be doing that. Uncle Steve seems to remember that Stonehenge wasn't too far from London. He really like that.
I'll be sure to take care of Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve. They have a quiet weekend planned, so I'll give them lots of tender, loving, care.
Love,
The Speckster
I am not to fond of Thursday. Uncle Steve works until 6:00 and Aunt Kathy had an Open House at her school. She came home at 4:30 to let me take care of my duty, but she was off again. Uncle Steve got home at 6:30, fed me, played with me (as you can see in the video), and then we went upstairs to watch TV. A commercial had a bear in it, so I just flew off of Uncle Steve's lap to get that bear. Uncle Steve yelled really loud, and then started talking funny. The bear was gone before I could get it, and Uncle Steve recovered fairly quickly. That was the excitement for the day.
Twitter is kind of fun. When there is some quick note I want to send you, Uncle Steve let's me use his cell phone and you know just what I'm doing. That could be good, or bad!
Love,
The Speckster
It's been a slow day here today. As you read on my treats, Uncle Steve went for a run inspite of all my begging. Aunt Kathy came home shortly after Uncle Steve left, but then she went to Jazzercise. For old people, they sure are active.
When they were finally both home, they called their kids and talked on the phone. There was a baby crying in the background!!! I sort of made me nervous. I don't remember hearing babies cry before. I didn't like it. However, while they were on the phone I was able to get into the garbage. Uncle Steve caught me before I was able to eat anything. I keep forgetting how quick he is for such an old guy.
Uncle Steve felt guilty, so we played catch the treat for the video camera. I like this game. I tried to convince Uncle Steve I needed more practice, but he saw right through my idea.
Sounds like you are having a great time. Are you going to take any train trips. When Uncle Steve was there, he took the train to Wales, Brighton Beach, Dover, and Cantebary Cathedral. Cantebary Cathedral was Uncle Steve's favorite. He was just wandering around, and got to hear the choir practice in the Cathedral. I think Uncle Steve kind of teared up when he told me about it.
You know, you can tweet me too! See you on Twitter!!
Love,
The Speckster
We now have a front door! Uncle Steve probably will not get home until 4:00 to 5:00, so he thinks he will take me home before he goes to work in the morning. That way I will be home to great you. See you tomorrow.
Love,
The Speckster
I know now why Uncle Steve and Aunt Kathy haven't gotten their own dog. They are never home. Uncle Steve comes home about 3:30, then he is off to work out. Aunt Kathy comes home about 4:00, and then she is off to Jazzercise. Then get home for dinner, and then they are off to some meeting, or errand. They try to work it out so one of them is home to pay attention to me. It is no problem, because as you know, I tend to sleep alot.
When Uncle Steve got home tonight, I was in the front window waiting for him. Their big front window is really fun to look out. I sit on their couch, and I can survey almost the entire neighborhood. We still haven't found out what the police were doing across the street.
We did have a little excitement this morning at 5:15 am. Uncle Steve took me outside, and TJ, the basset hound was in his backyard. TJ had the audacity to bark at me. I let him have it right back. I not sure who made more noise, the dogs barking at each other, or the humans telling us to be quite. Those humans actually expected us to listen to them. Actually, when Uncle Steve said, "Do you want a treat?" I did listen. To hell with TJ, I'm getting a treat!!!
Uncle Steve wants to know the details for you picking me up. We still don't have a front door, so it appears that you will have to come get me. Uncle Steve is not coming home Wednesday night, and Aunt Kathy doesn't get home until about 6:45.
See you soon,
Love,
The Speckster
It is getting a little bit nicer here. The sun was out and the high was in the mid 20's, so Uncle Steve took me for a quick walk around the block. It was sure good to get out, but I am glad we didn't go very far. I'm not sure Uncle Steve could carry me very far.
At lunch Aunt Kathy thought it would be a good idea if I sat on her lap after they were done eating. Apparently, this is something they did with their dog before I showed up. She looked me square in the eye, and told me to come. She really thought I was going to listen to someone without a treat in their hand. I thought I had her better trained than that. She kept telling me to come. I got kind of tired of it, so I went to Uncle Steve. He thought that was pretty funny. However, when he saw the look on Aunt Kathy's face, he thought it would be the best for both of us if he picked me up, and put me in Aunt Kathy's lap. When I saw the look on her face, I agreed with Uncle Steve. I may have pushed Aunt Kathy too far. It would seem that not too many people ignore Aunt Kathy. I will have to keep that in mind that next time I decide to bate her.
Uncle Steve heard me telling Aunt Kathy it was time to eat, so he came down and got a video of it. It is much more tasteful then the "Moon over Minnesota" shot.
Sounds like you are having fun.
Love,
The Speckster
Mom, I thought you could really swear, but you need to take lessons from Uncle Steve if you want to keep up. When he came home and saw how much snow there was in the neighborhood, he let loose with a string of swear words that was unbelievable. I had heard most of them before, but he put them together in a string that I thought would never stop, and in quite a unique order. The final four letter word was snow, and the way he said it made it sound like the most vulgar of all.
However, he did go out and shovel a path for me right when he got home. Aunt Kathy got home just as I was finishing my duty, and we all got to go into the house together. That was fun. Aunt Kathy does quite the dance when she is walking on ice with a puppy running between her legs. Uncle Steve went right back outside, and shoveled the side walks, shoveled the driveway, shoveled the steps, shoveled the roof, salted the sidewalks. He is waiting for me in my lazyboy to finish the blog this so we can tap a nap before we go to bed.
Uncle Steve was trying to think of something he had not had me do for a video. Given the shity mode he was in, he thought of this video. (I turned my back so no one will know that it is me!)
Love,
The Speckster
I was really wondering what the heck was going on! Aunt Jenna took fine care of me, but how could both you and Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve leave at the same time. I was really confused when Uncle Steve came to the door on the Friday that you left. Aunt Jenna had parked her car in front of Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve's gargage because of the big snow storm. Uncle Steve came back from Byerlys, and could not park his car. When he came to the door Aunt Jenna was really surprised, because she thought everyone had left. Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve didn't leave until Saturday morning. Apparently, Uncle Steve was really torked until he figured out whose car it was. Then he thought it was pretty funny.
I really am cute, aren't I?
Uncle Steve shoveled a path for me to do my duty in the backyard, but it has been so cold I have not taken advantage of it. It has warmed up enough that I have stopped clawing at the door, but I am not spending anymore time outside than is absolutely necessary.
Uncle Steve got home about 3:15 today, and we had some quality lap time. We sat in the chair in the guest room, so I could survey the backyard. After just a little surveying, I decided that nap time was needed. After Aunt Kathy got home, they went out to eat, but as soon as they got back I had Uncle Steve get back into the lazy boy. It didn't seem like he needed much convincing. He may have actually thought it was his idea, but I know better.
Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve are going to Orchestra Hall tomorrow night. They said to just come over and get me if you arrive late. They trust me to take care of the house when they are gone. It must be the way I scare off the newspaper guy every morning.
Love,
The Speckster
Aunt Kathy was very surprised at my behavior today. When she got home she took me right outside. I was very, very efficient in doing my duty. This was no surprise. However, when she opened the storm door, I started scratching at the inside door. My feet were so cold I wanted in, and I wanted in now! Aunt Kathy had never seen me scratch at the door. If I thought I could have dug a hole threw that damn door, I would have bored right through it. Luckily, Aunt Kathy got the door open before I got to that point.
Other than that, it has been a quiet night. Uncle Steve left some crumbs on the floor in the guest room, so I got a little extra snack. We about to settle in for some lap time. As you can see, I helped clean up after dinner. I had done it early, so Uncle Steve thought it would make a cute video. I thought I only had to help once, so Aunt Kathy had to sort of prompt me.
Have a nice trip.
Love,
The Speckster