Moose's Travels

Posted at 10:32 PM, Aug. 12, 2007

Boy oh boy—do I have some stories for you.  Moose and I have been very busy this last month.  Our first big adventure was BOTH of us going to Grammy’s house.  That is a first (and probably a last).  The humans had to go to Colorado on business and Auntie Carol was out of town, so Grammy bravely relented to watch us both.  I was none too excited about this idea, since I am the only one worthy of the royal treatment given by Grammy.  Anyway, after we’d been there a few hours, it was time to eat.  Rather than the usual china plate I eat on when there, Grammy had the nerve to try and feed us with PLASTIC BOWLS!  Well, we both went on a hunger strike and refused to eat until we were served on the proper dinnerware.  Our humans brought both of our beds to Grammy’s so we would have somewhere to sleep, but we didn’t bother to use them.  I mean, why sleep on a Costco bed when you can have a king-size slice of heaven?  Moose decided that even though there are TONS of toys at Grammy’s, chewing on her stuff was much better.  I just knew that other shoe was gonna drop, I just didn’t know it was gonna drop at Grammy’s!  She was none too pleased, let me tell you.  I tried to explain to him that you don’t mess with Grammy but remember:  he’s STOOPID!  He did agree, however that staying there is the best.  As a matter of fact, when we got home and didn’t receive the same treatment, we had our little doggy bags packed and ready by the front door hoping to go back to Grammy’s.

     Our next big adventure was camping in Beaver.  Well, the humans called it a motel, but to us, it was quite primitive.  We were there for some holiday in July and again, no china to be found, so again with the hunger strike.  We were so mad we even decided that we would go on a “poopin” strike.  So, for three days, there was no eatin’ and no poopin’.  You wanna see the humans get worried?  They tried everything:  Burger King, treats, nummies, etc. but we held strong to our pact.  I overheard the female human even talking about taking us both to the vet when we got home!  Fortunately for us, we got to go home the next day, and we made sure that we followed our regular “routines” so we didn’t have to go see Dr. H.

     Don’t get me wrong—we still love going to Beaver, just for much shorter trips (i.e. NO OVERNIGHTS).  Up there on the morning of this holiday, they think it’s real funny to shoot off a cannon about 6000 times at 6 in the morning.  Now I don’t know what they’re shooting at, I only pray it’s not the Burger King!