It's been a very difficult few days here for the Lady and her family . . . and then this. Not the outfit I had planned for today.

Nuff said.

It's one of those cold, damp, gray Seattle fall days, the kind that makes my elbows hurt. Still I took the Lady for a short walk this morning along the canal--she needed it. She served at Farestart last night with her rowing team, and she seems kinda pooped and a little spacier than usual this morning. She said that the people she worked with--all the volunteers and the guests--were lovely, but it was BUSY, she said. Now, she's working on a copy edit for Martingale, and I'm lying on the heated tiles in the bathroom, blogging. Who knew I would enjoy this so much (both the blogging and the heated tiles)? Or have so much to say? Today, I thought I'd give the Lady a little plug for her Etsy site. She loves making that stuff and loves selling it too. The gift-giving season is approaching. There, plug done. Now, on to my campaign for a new Christmas swimming hole and a cookie jar I can actually access. If any of you have any ideas about this, please let the Lady know. She is very good with her hands and if she were sent a diagram and a nicely worded letter in favor of her sweet old hound's Christmas wish, she might be persuaded to make one or both. Also, the cats still need relocation. The one that takes my bed is especially cute. She'd make a very nice Christmas gift for someone. Amos, signing off. . .

Turns out playdates are not really my favorite thing. We have a neighbor dog--he smells good and I'm usually happy to see him, but he's very bouncy...very bouncy. Yesterday the neighbor man and the Lady thought ol' Amos and the next-door dog might like to "play." Well, I was thinking it might be more fun to go into the neighbor dog's house and find out what kind of treats his people give him. Instead, he came out and commenced bouncing. He bounced on me so that I fell into a hole he'd dug--I think it's a playdate trap so his friends can't escape when they're done being bounced. Anyway, when I crawled out, I discovered my elbow hurt a little more than before; hence, I was done with "playdating." Weird human term, that.

Today my elbow is better, and the Lady took me for a nice, blustery walk so she could come home and make more Etsy stuff. Wanna see what she's been getting up to?

These are for the holes people get poked into their ears. The Girl has said--and I am in complete agreement with her--that poking holes in your body to dangle things from is bizarre, but the Lady has two holes in each ear so she can dangle lots of stuff. She smells good, and she rubs my belly and gives me treats, and I know she's a little crazy about me, but she does have her weirdnesses. They all do.

At dark-thirty last night we had uninvited guests. They were wearing masks, but I could still tell they were of the uninvited ilk. And I know it's not ring-the-neighbor's-doorbell-for-candy day yet, because the Lady and the Mister put that terrifying talking man/doll by our door when it is. So, needless to say, I got a little irate when the uninvited appeared. They were banging around in my food bin on the deck. Why is that my food is kept on the deck, you might ask? Well, I've wondered that myself. The people have their own reasons for things, it seems. And their system seems to have lured the uninvited to partake of my stuff. So tonight I'm getting my mask on...

...and I'm going to their house to partake of their stuff. I hope they have good stuff...[fade to Mission Impossible theme song]

Today's the girl's birthday. Seems like she was our little girl yesterday, and today she's our big girl. The lady is making a massive amount of birthday cookies I can't eat for the girl and her rowing mates.

I think she's not showing much consideration for the guy is who is with her here through thick and thin, the very guy who loves cookies and has been sniffing around her hopefully for the past hour and a half. These cookies are the girl's (and her) favorite kind, mudslide cookies. I haven't seen any dirt go into them, but I have seen her licking her fingers and eating leftover bits of chocolate. Actually, it's a little worrisome. I can now see the whites all the way around her irises, and her eyeballs are starting to vibrate a bit. Also, it appears she can't sit still or stop talking. Hmm. Perhaps I should take her out for a walk. Walking off some of the chocolate might be good for her. Then she'll have a little nap, and I can have a cookie:-]

So the people did a road trip . . . a long road trip. . . without the dog.

 Even though they know how much the dog likes road trips. The dog got to "go on his own vacation" at a "dog ranch." How is it really a vacation for the dog when the people only left dry kibble with the dog ranch folks for the dog to eat . . . knowing the dog does not much care for kibble? Food and vacation go together like bacon and eggs. I bet they didn't eat kibble. I bet they ate all sorts of stuff from all sorts of places.

I will say this for them, though. When the Lady and Mister picked me up at the "dog ranch," they were dismayed by how skinny I got. Well, the Lady was. The Mister said, "He needed to lose weight, Marc." Hmph. Fortunately the Lady didn't agree, and we've been having treats together since we all got home. Yahoo for pancakes!

Swimming season has returned--yahoo!! The water makes me feel like a pup again. Webbed feet and no weight on my ridiculous elbows allows me to fly in a way I never can on land. I'm a seal come home--the water is my absolute most-favorite place. Yesterday the lady took me swimming at Green Lake--she is such a good lady when she wants to be. Apparently there is some person-in-uniform rule that dogs are supposed to wear leashes and not swim in people lakes, but God love her, my lady says those rules are meant to be broken. Of course, the people in uniform have made her get out her wallet on two occasions, but now she says "I'll run and you swim, Amos, maybe they won't catch us. And if they do catch you, how could they resist your charms?" I do know how to be charming, it's true. I'm going to get off this computer and go see if I can charm my way into a repeat of yesterday's marvelous-ness. Happy swimming season!