Born To Be Wild

The folks came home Friday. I was really glad to see them. See, Cowboy left my house about 7 a.m. and just a short time later I heard the garage door opening. I thought he had forgotten something. It wasn't him, though. My Army Boy and Sexy Lady (that's what Uncle Cowboy told me to call them) were home from their two-week Hawaii visit. I couldn't believe they were finally home. It was so exciting!

But just like that ... they're gone again. Saturday morning they were packed up and dashing out the door. Something about some humans getting married in some rinky dink western Kansas town. I wonder if the people there will have teeth. I bet they love Bob Dole. I guess we all can't be city creatures.

I digress. Heard the garage door opening later today and there was Cowboy! Although I was excited to see the folks back, hanging out with the Uncle is like nothing else!

We do all sorts of thrilling things.......going for walks all over the neighborhood, chasing each other in his back yard, leaning out the car window (see pic) as he drives me around (he holds on tight), barking at dogs in the neighborhood, taking naps together, going to his work and spending the entire day (I took naps, but I did check out all the humans that were in his office and over lunch we went to Taco Bell), going to fast-food drive-ins, and even going out to see some baby deer. I think they are called fawns. (I've seen that movie "Bambi" before while living with some other folks.) We have lots and lots of fun. When I'm at my home, I always feel like I'm on a leashie thing.

All this is just the tip of the iceberg. He's an awesome uncle. My one complaint ... he does stay up way too late. I require much more sleep. At home, my folks go to bed early. Sometimes it looks like they are attacking each other while they are asleep, though. I cover my eyes.

They are supposed to be back Sunday night. I hope they leave for another trip soon. -- Daphne