Lily is my sweet, sweet angel and we have tons of fun. OK, mostly she just lays around and watches what I am doing — she has excellent supervisory skills. Or she chills on the couch while I am at work and barks at the mailman, who she is sure is plotting against house and home. She also loves to bark at neighbor Charles and then goes and begs at his door for the treats he SPECIFICALLY buys for her (whore!). Usually she gets a walk at least 5 out 7 days, and when she doesn’t she has been in the yard with me all day and we are both pretty beat. She loves to meet me at the door and racing around the back yard barking at stuff. And she also loves belly rubs, eating cat poop and wookie yells when she thinks we are going for a walk. And even when she doesn’t want to sleep on the rug by my bed, she always comes and says goodnight before heading back to the couch. We have a pretty good thing going on here.

But every once in a while I worry she is feeling neglected — the looks she can give when I leave and she knows it isn’t for work (she always knows!) can break my heart! In the summer, I didn’t want to bring her with me cause my little black truck can get crazy hot fast. But now that things are cooling down, I let her run short errands with me. No worries about getting all of that girth up into the cab — she flies in like it is her birthday surprise!

She is looking pretty sad cause we are home after running errands. But she was all smiles on the road. She did get kind of twitchy when I ran into a shop really fast — acted like she thought I had abandoned her.

So she likes the car but she usually isn’t very interested in where we end up. I tried taking her to the dog park, Sauvee Island, etc., a few times and usually we get there, she runs around for less than 5 minutes and then comes and stands by me like she is ready to go. Since she doesn’t really play fetch, doesn’t do water, and after the sniffing, isn’t really into other dogs, it gets boring for both of us pretty fast.

But I do like to take her with me when I go and hang out at Shirley’s house and since that is where Lily used to live, I know she is welcome. (Other friends’ houses, things can get sticky — haven’t risked a Cosmo the cat and Lily introduction yet, and often where I go is not where I stay and don’t want to leave her alone in a strange place while we are out playing.) Lily is always thrilled to see Shirley but then she quickly remembers this is the evil place that caused her to lick half of her arm hair off. Part of me thinks it is good for her to remember how good she has it now. Shirley’s other dog Merlin is Lily’s arch-enemy — only Merlin is too dopey to understand. They don’t really fight, but that is because Lily hides under the table. But she does get really clingy with me and will even sit outside the bathroom door to make sure I am not leaving her there.

Lily quickly remembers why she doesn’t like it at Shirleys — Once her hellos to Shirley are over she is ready to go.

The arch-enemy. Not plotting evil but just a spastic doof. He is a collie like Lily and can be smart but usually he is just a pain in the butt.

Shirley’s little boy Logan almost always gives me a lecture about how Lily is his dog and I can’t take her home with me again. Then he forgets and, much to Lily’s relief, I take her home with me again.