Ah! there is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort. ~Jane Austen, English novelist
I Monkey here.
Since Mama’s tied up with “work,” I’m commandeering her computer to let you know what’s going on in my world.
Because after all, that’s what you really want to read about, isn’t it? Me, I mean?
Mama wasn’t kidding when she said she needed a break.
“To work.”
Huh.
Why, then was it necessary that she haul me to the kennel for what she termed a “little vacation”?
Who wants to vacation in a kennel? With other dogs who are whining and demanding attention? With ridiculously loud and scary booms exploding all over the place as folks celebrate independence?
Not funny, Mama.
Anyway, when she finally deigned to spring me, I detected the faintest scent of my brofur the Domer on her.
What’s that about, Mama?
Surely he didn’t come home and not see me?
I think not. I didn’t smell him at home. And I checked.
Nope, I think this had something to do with those suitcases Mama was loading up. I think she must’ve taken a trip to see him!
Well, of course I’m glad for her — and him — but what about me? I need to travel, too (even though I don’t ride well in the car, and I refuse to be cooped up in the hold of an airplane, and I’m too big to ride on a train in a crate … unless Mama could strap a Service Dog vest on me and convince them I’m working!)
When I got home, I found all sorts of changes. Tiny Tree and a bunch of bushes that smelled like cat pee were gone.
Vanished!
And parts of my yard had straw all over it. Straw that Mama religiously soaks with the water hose Every. Stinking. Day. before telling me to stay out of the mud.
How am I supposed to do that, Mama?
Well, she says she’s trying to grow grass. For the lawn, not to smoke.
Be reasonable, people!
And there are other changes, too. The stoop to my inside-outside door was looking shabby, so Mama had a man come repair it.
I was okay with the mess, but Mama’s right, it does look better now.
Still, was this whole rigamarole really necessary?
Especially the part about me being in a kennel?
Change might be inevitable, but I Monkey think Ms. Austen was right in preferring to stay home.
I would have, too.
Signing off, your weary reporter, Monkey
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
“Well, she says she’s trying to grow grass. For the lawn, not to smoke.”
Monk, that CRACKED ME UP!
And I’m sure the other dogs in the kennel were very entertained by your great sense of humor!
Mama sounded very busy on her vacay. And WOW…she got a lot accomplished.
I so look forward to whenever you post, Sir Monk! Thoroughly enjoyed this one!
Hope you and Mama are having a superb weekend!
X to you and Ms. Austen!
Hi, Mr. Ron! I Monkey am glad to hear from you (and Mama will be, too, when she comes up for air!)
I’m just glad Mama found me a kennel with air-conditioning. It’s been incredibly HOT here of late, and try as I might, I Monkey just can’t find a way out of this puppy suit of mine. No zipper, no buttons, no Velcro. And I have to wear two of them, too. Huh.
Hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday. I’ll try to push Mama to be more attentive to this blog. I know we both missed ALL of y’all while we were away. Licks and hugs, Monkey
There’s no telling what mamas will come up with while our backs are turned! It sounds like there were a few improvements, but so much change at once can be disorienting, especially when you were sent away and couldn’t watch the process! At least you’re back home now, and even though it seems like Someone had a little fun she wasn’t willing to share with you, she’s back home as well. Here’s to the resumption of summer fun!
Miss Linda, I Monkey suspect Mama knows I’d have been climbing the walls if I’d been around for all this home improvement stuff. I don’t take kindly to strangers — especially when they’re making noise!
I still wish Mama had let me accompany her to see my Brofur. He’s LOADS of fun, and I haven’t seen him in like furever (well, Mama says it’s only been since late May, but that feels like a long time to a little monkey-dog!)
Aw, changes, changes… always changes! I agree with you and Jane Austen. 😉
Hey, Miss Eliza! I Monkey am happy you agree with me. I guess it’s a good thing Mama didn’t subject me to the noise and confusion, and she put me in a really nice kennel, but still. I miss my mama when I can’t be right up next to her, y’know?
It sounds like your mama has been VERY busy while you were exiled. But you’re home now and I bet it will soon all seem like a bad dream. Maybe you can find some new ways to get her attention! 😉
Miss, Kelly, you’re a human after my own heart! I Monkey am pondering most seriously what mischief I can get into that will keep Mama focused on ME. Don’t tell her, but, while I like the kennel okay, I just am my mama’s boy. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
Well I guess moms should get a break once in awhile, but I agree her break should have included YOU! You better stick like glue to her now, boy, now that you know she has the potential to disappear like that!
Miss Dawn, I had no clue Mama was that sneaky! I guess I should’ve realized that suitcases = kennel, but I didn’t. My bad! I’m tucking this information aside for next time though, and if she ever sneaks off again, I’ll at least know what’s happening. Huh.
Your vocabulary is quite extensive! I haven’t seen rigamarole used in a very long time. Brought a smile to my face. I sure hope y’all are managing okay. You and Momma enjoy your Sunday!
Miss Audrey, I Monkey am delighted to put a smile on your face! Mama uses rigamarole quite often. Perhaps it’s a Southern expression of some sort? Anyway, I Monkey pick these things up, and I kind of like the way such words roll around in your mouth — like a good chewy biscuit!
At least in the kennel you can lay around and not have to do anything, Monkey. Glad Mama got to visit with Domer. I’m sure that made her happy. Thanks for the report.
You’re very welcome, Mr. John. It’s the least I Monkey can do. And you’re right: laying around in an air conditioned kennel, getting vet techs to feed and play with me isn’t all bad!
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Hang in there, Monkey! Sometimes people act in strange and mysterious ways, but trust me, your mom still loves you and will take care of you. And don’t ask me why humans worry so much about a little mud……. Love, Finn
Gee, thanks, buddy! I Monkey don’t get the muddy paws concern either. I mean, Mama’s cleaning all the time anyway, so what’s a splash of mud, right?!?
Haha, I’m so glad your Mama is only growing ordinary grass, Monkey! Well, I see your point, but honestly, having workmen in is the pits so you were probably better off in a nice kennel with people-servants to cater to your every need! The bangs of fireworks are bad enough, but men with hammers are soooo noisy! And anyway, I bet Mama spoiled you thoroughly when you got home. Absence makes the heart grow fonder…
Miss FF, I Monkey am certain the spoiling Mama did of me after I got back home was due to guilt. Yes … guilt. She knows I love to be part of everything, yet here she was isolating me from the “fun.” Well, just huh, that’s all I can say!
Hi Monkey, Yorkie here. It seems to me that my mama and your mama have Clean-itis Syndrome along with mild random Obsessive-Compulsive behavior. Good thing that your mama isn’t planting that wacky grass, but laying down straw instead. You had me laughing at my thoughts of her lying in a hammock smoking grass… all while you were at the doggo resort having the servants attend to all your vacation spa and play time desires!
I agree with your suspicion that the suitcases and scent of your brofur the Domer meant that your mama evacuated the homestead to save herself from the noise, noise, noise! I suspect your mama instructed the entire community to clean and organize your turf territory pronto while the two of you went out to have individual luxury pampering during the boom booms.
I suspect this whole rigamarole truly was really necessary, in my Yorkie’s doggo delights opinion.
I know how grumpy my mama can be during those times of Clean-itis Syndrome along with mild random Obsessive-Compulsive behavior and every thing is in chaos. This entire month is an excellent example. I now have my own separate private bedroom along with all my stuffies and luxury bed with two windows to sniff out intruders because my right eye is completely blind from cataract and my left eye is questionable. Basically I can’t see my potty box at night and must have a good light on all night. Mama closes my door at nite nite time and we are both getting our beauty sleep. The whole rigamarole truly was really necessary! My mama got so scared during the week of boom booms that she stayed in my room on the love seat to sleep!! 💕🐾🐾 🥰
Yorkie, I Monkey am so sorry to hear you’re having vision problems. That must be rough. My predecessor St. Dallas grew deaf as a post, but Mama keeps saying it made him a better dog because he wasn’t startling at every wee sound (and he sailed right through Scary Boom Boom Day!)
Yes, the noisy work is finally done, and maybe now we can settle down a bit. Of course, the weather folks are warning us that next week will be HOT and HUMID, so Mama is putting my walkies on hold. I just can’t handle heat and humidity … not with my heavy double coat. Take care, Yorkie. Licks and hugs to your mama!