Yesterday turned out to be a pretty nice day so I talked Momma into taking me to visit my guncles. I know I just saw them last week but I miss them. Plus, we had to take some homemade tamales to them.
Can you believe I've only been to my guncle's house one other time? What the heck? Why don't I get invited more often?
I was going to make the most of my time in their backyard so I scurried off the patio to check things out.
They have 4 cats that live in the house but that play in the backyard so there was mail to pick up everywhere. Notice the lush greenness of their lawn. Their yard is shaded by several tall trees so it doesn't get scorched like ours does.
I wasted no time because I knew my time was limited. I traipsed through the flower beds despite Momma yelling at me. I knew it was wrong to do but good smells drew me in. What can I say? If you can't see you have to rely on your sniffer to lead the way.
We hadn't been there long when all of a sudden I heard some barking. Who could it be? Tony explained that it was the pomeranians next door so I ran to the fence to see if I could meet them. Duh! They were on the other side of this huge fence so all I could do was cry, cry, cry.
Of course I had to check out the water feature, too. You just never know what might be lurking in there, right? I came up empty pawed but it's good to know where it is for next time.
I was particularly interested in this area right by the patio. I could hear the dogs next door plus the smells were overwhelming. I tried to sneak over to this area when Momma wasn't looking but someone she always caught me and I slunk back to her. She thought I was going to hurt myself (not!) or that there might just be a hole in the fence where I would escape (as if!). Tony assured her that I was safe but she knows me too well.
And then I snuck off. Momma was busy talking and didn't even see me disappear. See ya, Momma!
Busted! Um, how did she find me?
Sorry, Momma! I will try to behave just a little better.
I could have stayed at my guncle's house all day but I had to get home to eat. The cat food in the kitchen did look appetizing but Momma wouldn't even let me get a taste.
Visiting people is very tiring. It's a good thing I have lots of beds to sleep on. Or should I say sleep half on?