Well...I guess teeeechnically it was mischief on Sunday...but it still counts, right? So...my friend Honey (who, as you remember, is my dad's family's standard poodle) has a thing for anything and everything that squeaks...and her most favorite thing these days is a Kong squeaker tennis ball. We're all hanging out in the backyard, Mom is throwing Honey's ball for her....when suddenly Mom throws it and it just DISAPPEARS on poor Honey! She saw it fly...she saw where-abouts it should have landed...but she just couldn't find it! She looked and looked and looked and Mom didn't even offer to help! She just pulled out her 'ol camera and starting snapping away, laughing. Laughing! What kind of mean ol' person laughs at some poor poodle's plight like that?!  But Honey never once gave up...not until... AH-HA! THERE YOU ARE! At which point mischievous MOM, who later told me she knew where Honey...

No really...who is it?! First, hiding behind one of the leaves of Momma's plant in the living room... Then playing a game of peek-a-boo with me around the corner of the kitchen...! Then, after that this mystery someone tried to sneak up on my fur-sister Baby as she was watching out the window! Really though Momma... who is that?!

Picture this! My momma leaves me home alone ALL day to go to this work thing she does, then when she comes home it’s ‘ok Wesley, let’s get you out to potty!’ and then once we come back in she puts some food in my bowl – not even the good stuff! – and runs out the door again! THEN! After being gone for forever, when she comes home she calls for my aunt Sarah – doesn’t even look at me – goes back outside and I don’t get to see her for another leaving me alone and heartbroken…again! When she finally comes back in to say hello to me it’s not from the front door like she went out, she’s comes up from the basement…smelling like ANOTHER DOG! Finally she explains and apologizes to me. When she left she went to go see her poppa, who is currently staying an hour away in a skilled nursing/physical rehab place. She left in a hurry so she could get back to me in a hurry. Then, on her way back she saw him. He was wandering around on the side of the road – a pretty well used one – with...

So yesterday if you read my blog you may have noticed a few things. One, that it was Father's Day! Yay for fathers! Two, that is was my first ever gotcha day! YAY ME! Three...some doggy made my poor Momma all upset! You see, yesterday she was taking pictures with her most favorite camera, a Nikon D90. At one point she had to take a photo break so she could take a potty break. Carefully she set the camera on the kitchen table, but left the strap hanging off of it... Photo reenactment! Also...please disregard super, super old chairs that are headed to the dump someday (hopefully) soon.  Then - while she was busy doing her own personal business - there came a loud BANG!!!  from the kitchen, and when she came back there lie her poor camera on the floor in two pieces. The camera body, and a few feet away the camera lens. Momma's eyes landed on me...poor, completely innocent me...and she growled meaner then any doggie can ever hope to growl "Wesley, what d...