Wow, the other day I was looting stuff, you know, checking out spots for any stashed goodies, and I found that there is so much cool stuff in the sofa. I guess that since it’s one of my pal’s best hangout spots, it sort of makes sense. Of course, I actually spend quite a bit of napping time there as well.

And just an important note, a good comfy sofa like this one here is the best one to get. It’s got all the fluff and is super comfy. Plus, the pillows all come off so you can make bouncy piles in the room and sometimes a cool cave to hide in when your pal isn’t home. That’s just a pupsonal opinion of mine, I just really like this one because it tends to be a good spot to find things that are lost.

I checked under the sofa, and that’s usually where all the goodies are hiding. But when I tried squeezing under, my paws got stuck. I could see something deep underneath, but couldn’t quite reach it. Even when I wiggled and pushed and wedged my nose, the sofa just wouldn’t budge. So I moved on to a more promising search spot.

Behind the sofa, between the wall, there I found a few things, like one of my old leashes and a whole mess of dust bunnies. I sneezed and sneezed until they all got scared away. Other than that, there really wasn’t much to discover. Not really a whole lot of moving room back there, and last time I got stuck, so it’s best just to leave it alone and call it good.

So when nothing was turning up around the sofa, I knew I had to dig in deep to get the goods. And if you know anything about sofas, the best stuff isn’t usually on top…unless I’m sitting on top. So I tossed the cushions off and had to dig into the secret spots to look for anything that might have been stashed there and forgotten. But the top pillows weren’t revealing anything, even after some ruff interrogations, and I ended up having to push the big pillows off and really get down to the bottom of things.

That’s where I found my missing ball. I had been looking for it all day yesterday and today. My friend and I had been playing the catching game, and suddenly it disappeared. Just vanished. I must have spent a whole afternoon looking for it, often encouraged by my friend who just sat on the sofa instead of helping me, and it was here the whole time.

I can’t believe it was here the whole time. You would think my friend would have realized that, I mean, a bouncy ball is pretty hard to miss in a big fluffy sofa. But how did it get wedged way down in the sofa? I thought I saw her throw it down the hallway. Hmmm. You don’t think? Maybe a little suspect? Nahhh. My friend would never trick me like that…would she?

I never liked being home alone. My friend leaves in the morning after the breakfast and then I have to find fun things to do all by myself. And one of the issues I’ve run into before is that not everything that is fun to do is permitted to do.

Yuppers, I have found that fun things like taking all the pillows and throwing them around the house is not permitted. Also, there is the whole not supposed to be up on the counter business, even though the cat does it. And then there’s the looting business with the trashcans and unrolling the toilet paper to clean up the messes I’ve made. It’s hard finding good boy things to do when my friend’s not around.

But I do try and stay within my parameters, even if it can be tough to resist some what I consider to be great ideas. I’ve found that racing back and forth in the hallway is pretty good exercise, even if it is by myself. And of course relocating all my toys to the middle of the room so I can see them all is pretty entertaining.

However, I’ve found that the most interesting stuff happens on a whim.  There’s the sounds that echo through the walls, some of which can be interesting. Others can be a little nerve racking, like the thunder and the storm stuff that happens occasionally.  Perhaps one of my favorite times was when I did have a nice discussion once with someone or something beyond the wall. I barked for a long time, telling and compelling them to come over and play, but no one ever did. It was still fun though.

An important note…you can get yourself into some tight spots when you’re all alone. One of the worst times I ever had while I was alone was when I got tangled up in a mess. Yes, I was all tangled up. It started out all fun and games with the long springy rope I found behind the sofa, you know, just dragging it around and feeling the whap of it smack things as I raced from room to room. It eventually caught up to me though, one to many rounds about the sofa, and I was stuck. Waiting was boring, but fortunately my pal was home early to free me.

This is probably why it’s so much better to have fun in pairs, to team up and find the fun stuff to do. And even if you do find yourself alone, I always know that it’s just temporary. And my pal should be back any moment…NOW!

I don’t know what happened today, I just woke up feeling a little off. It wasn’t like something was missing or as if I’d missed an early snack. It was more like my nose didn’t want to act right. Maybe the sniffer hadn’t woken up yet or something.

But nope, it turned out someone had put a wet sponge on my nose or something. It felt weird, like it was itchy and slobbery somehow, like when you try sniffing a puddle of water and it sneaks up on you with a splash.

There didn’t seem to be anything I could do about the sniffles. I could feel something tickling my nose, but every time I licked, I got nothing. But it sure felt like there was some fuzzy stuck to me, or I’d sniffed up a bug or something weird.

Something tickled me again and I sneezed. This got my friend’s attention, forcing him to get up from his extra long nap. And from there, everything else continued on as normal. We got the breakfast after some washing up and making a short trip outside to inspect the yard to make sure no one had made off with it while we were sleeping.

It wasn’t until I’d nommed up most of my breakfast that my nose suddenly decided to start leaking. It felt like I’d snorted in the bathtub and drank some of those soapy suds. I could feel drops of slobber leaking onto my whiskers, and it wasn’t exactly the most comfy tickle to be enjoyed.

After a few sneezes, things felt like they’d cleared up. I felt a little better, perhaps all that stuff tickling my nose had finally decided to leave me alone. But there was another fit of tickles and they attacked without mercy.

This drew my pal’s attention, leaving him very intrigued as to what all this was about. So when he grabbed my face and looked me right in the eyes, inspecting my nose and tickling my whiskers… and just when he opened his mouth to ask me how I was feeling, I told him. My sneeze was a big one, and way more satisfying than usual. Whatever it was that had been tickling me was finally gone.

I wagged my tail and thanked my friend. He didn’t have much to say though, possibly too busy washing his face and sneezing himself now. Well, he managed to fix my problem, so he should know how to remedy the situation. Now onto more entertaining thin… WAHCHOO!

There are so many times when I could just run free and explore all the things that need exploring. But you see, there is a bit of a problem. I has the leash. I cannot go beyond the reach of my friend. Everywhere I go, she’s there, making sure I’m not going places I shouldn’t be going. And this is what makes those little windows of escape so much more daring.

So the other day, I was trying to figure out what my friend was telling me, but all the words just fell all over the floor. They were jumbled up and there was no putting them back together again. So I was left wondering what I was supposed to be doing.

This didn’t take long to figure out. Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to be trying to sneak through the door again. Everytime it gets opened, even just a sliver, I gotta make a break for it. Don’t really know why, just feel like it’s something I’m supposed to do.

The urge to squeeze through happens with every door though, even the bathroom one. Not that I want to enter into the lair where I’m most likely to get the bath, it’s just a fun thing to do. Cabinets are a special occasion, and my friend is usually pretty.

One time I even managed to get through the front door. There was a knocking and my friend must have been waiting for something because she was quick to rush over and turn the knob before she’d noticed that I was already there waiting…

And no sooner than when I saw the sliver of sunlight and smelled the air of the great outdoors, I wedged my little furry body through and burst out onto the scene. There was so much going on outside that my head spun around and began chasing my tail. It was all a whirl of sights, and the smell of a friend had spurred me into super excite mode.

However, this sudden burst of excitement did hinder my efforts to explore any further than the porch. So I never really did get to do anything else other than chase my tail and get caught only mere moments after starting. But at least the company was nice. I do enjoy it when friends come visit me, especially since they tend to leave the doors ajar…

There has always been a thing that has bewildered me. There’s a fence that blocks off the view in the backyard. Occasionally squirrels and birds will perch up on the top, chattering at me and playing tricks and such. Sometimes they’ll tell me about the things beyond the fence though, and that has intrigued me for the longest time.

But I’ve never seen what’s beyond the fence. I’ve tried peeking through the cracks, but I can’t really make out anything special. There are some funny smells that float through occasionally, some familiar while others really don’t set any picture in frame for me.

I was in a state of wonder, pondering on what sort of things might be behind this fence. Sometimes I’d imagine a huge grassy field full of birds and other critters just waiting to be chased. Other daydreams have led me to believe there’s probably a huge pile of smelly things just waiting to be looted for goodies and treasure.

Still there’s that one thought that tickles the fur on the back of my neck and that’s the idea that there might be some huge lion of a cat out there waiting to snack me up. I got this idea from the roaring sounds as something big would make it’s way along the fence and trudge off into the distance. I can’t see what it is, but it’s a little stinky and it never stops long enough to get a good glimpse of what it might be. Although one time, I did see the glimmering shine of light reflecting off some big fangs or something I think. I don’t know, but it’s really big and luckily I’m probably just too small to even consider a snack to it.

So one day, this mystery was revealed to me in a very sudden manner, and when I mean it was suddenly, I mean like it was very all of a sudden. In fact, it was so sudden that it surprised me. My friend was doing a thing with the fence and one of the boards fell off. I’d never seen such a chance in my whole time back here as this, and I bolted right for it to see what was beyond.

And there wasn’t really much of anything back there. Just some dirt and big grass and rocks. Pretty much the same stuff as what was in the yard, just not as nice and neat. There wasn’t any big monsters or treasure piles to loot through. Just a quiet spot that didn’t really live up to my expectations.

Needless to say, I stayed in the yard. Not as much to my own choice as it was to my pal’s. She scooped me up and put me elsewhere before returning the missing board to it’s place. But I will admit this, at least when I hear and smell things floating from beyond the fence, I’m not as baffled by them. Nothing near as mysterious about what is beyond those boards now, but if only I could figure out what is my friend hiding behind that one door in the hallway…