Now, I've got to train the old peeps, Richard and Freda, to do my bidding.
Since they took Kate and Garrett to the airport at 5:30 am, the old dogs needed a nap. The three of us piled onto the sofa.
I cuddled up next to Freda to show off my cuteness. We napped until Richard started snoring. I attempted to plug his mouth with my pink ball. He wasn't impressed, but Freda nearly fell off the couch laughing.
Enough of that boredom--I had to get 'em going.
I convinced Freda that I had to go outside by passing gas. She threw the ball for awhile, then realized I didn't need to do anything. When she reported back that I didn't "do my business" then Richard took me out to play ball.
I taught Richard to put a towel on their porch sofa so I could lounge while having my wet feet dried off. Not quite like the spa, but close with the foot massage. He was so impressed by my performance that he immediately reported it to Freda and told her that's the way to clean my feet. Now, I get the royal foot massage every time I return to the house. I may have to teach that trick to Kate and Garrett.
Little do Richard and Freda know that I can go all day without taking a pee, but I'll work this to my advantage for lots of outside time. No problem. Got 'em trained.
My 7-days of Bay training-the-old-peeps program is well underway, but I miss my Kate and Garrett. Richard gave me a photo to look at until they post photos of their vacation. I know they're thinking of me, too.
