dinner is better then breakfst

i ate a frog in the yard and it made a bad taste in my mouth so i likt the ground but there i likt mushrooms. then i saw a lot of colors and swirls, but modean got really big and tried to eat me so i ate a tree. later i woke up under the couch. my hed hurts

modean said we are going to aunt cookies house i love aunt cookie so much she makes us homemade cookies and has great toys to play with. there are nice people all around aunt cookies house they say stuff when i walk by. i dont understand what htey say but it must be nice. my cousin daisy says that they have speck for us big dogs. she says they have no speck for modean because he is small. they dont know that modean can eat them and the only way to stop it is to eat a tree.

we met a lot of aunt cookies speckful neighbors when mom and dad went to the frantz and left us at camp knottypine for 2 weeks it was so fun. i got to lik childfingers, and i even got some popcicle and street flavored cookies from him.

Vacation Plans and Modean the Travel Agent

Aunt Cookie!

We need a place to sleep the weekend after next. Our humans are going to Uvalde, TX for a wedding. Can we stay at camp Knotty Pine? We love it there!

Woof,
Modean & Goofch

Aunt Cookie said yes, and that she will try out her new cookie recipes on us. Last time she made chicken and peanut butter and they were good. I did get to try them, no thanks to Goo4ch who always tries to steal mine while I'm sniffing at it. He has no class. I am offered a treat, I like to sniff at it a bit, let its natural bouquet develop. Then I (GENTLY) remove it from the fingers of The Person offering it to me. No slobber, no putting the fingers in my mouth. But G-dogg? SO uncouth. He just takes the cookie, complete with drool and a PLOP sounds when his lips smack together. eeeewugh. At least I don't have to eat breakfast in the same room with him. And I've decided that I won't share a water dish with him anymore. He leaves drool-glub in the bowl and hogs all the water, and then drools most of it right onto my head when I try to drink, so forget it! From now on, I will only drink from the watering can that The People keep under the plant table. I don't think Goofch knows that it's there...

So back to the news. We'll be vacationing at camp Knotty Pine, and I've made arrangements for some leisure activities. Aunt cookie will feed us every morning between 5:30 and 7, and we will have some light exercise in the yard. During the mornings, we'll sleep on the tofu matress. Every 45 minutes we'll look out the window to see whether the drug dealers next door can see us. In the afternoons, we'll sleep near the window on the wood floor. After that, Aunt Cookie will lead us in some light exercise and dinner.

I've also made reservations for a hunting trip. Camp Knotty Pine is a full-service camp, complete with a supply of wildlife. I've only seen one of them, but boy, is it ever a monster! I am sure that there are more.

I have also arranged for Goofch to have some sightseeing trips with our cousin Daisy. I'll go along if Aunt Cookie promises to keep me and Daisy well separated, otherwise I'll do some hard time on the tofu matress.

I'll send a postcard!

Working Dog

The People have recently endowed me with greater responsibility. Every weekend for the past few weeks, I've been expected to maintain clear airspace over the new house as well as the old house. The geese have been increasingly bold recently, engaging in fly-bys even in broad daylight. Something has emboldened them, and I've been working overtime to keep them at bay. This happened about a year ago, and at the time I only had one yard to manage. I scared them all away after a few months of steady alarms. But to maintain the international airspace over two houses? Don't they know I'm a very busy dog?

Goofch has been really annoying lately- he actually dared to edge me away from my own food dish today. Luckily, mom came by and rescued what was left of my breakfast and gave me a few extra liver chunks.

But I don't want to have to rely on The People for my meals. I've had little progress in the job market-- it's all fine until an prospective employer finds out that I'm a dog, and then it's all over. No more emails, nothing. Fine. I'll just have to raise capital another way. There is a good supply of fresh deer in The Woods outside. Next time The People aren't looking, I'm going to try to catch one. Then we'll just see who's eating kibble, eh? eh?

i like to eat from both dishes

this morning i came in to eat my breakfst and modeans bowl was in my spot so i ate it but it was not much food so i found my bowl in modeans spot and ate it until mom came in and yelled at me. she must have thought i was extra hungry because she gave me another bowl of food. i am a good dog. i hope ia m a goobd dog tomorrow rtoo.

deer are fun

last weekend mom and dad took us on a long walk in the big forest yard and i chased a bunch of deer and then we went home and i chased some more deer. this morning i chased a deer before breakfast and i was so hungry so i ate my food and then i ate modeans food and he bit me on my butt. then i saw a deer out the window but i couldnt smell it so i yelled at it to come closer but it couldnt hear me so i took a nap.

modean has covered my part of the dog bed with a bunch of wires. he says heis making us a second lanline so we can have a laptop. that is so great because we need a laptop. mom and dad have great laptops but modean is usually lying on them so i have to push him off to get to lie on their laptops. my favorite human named jess who comes over with big scary dan, she goes squealy-squeal when i put my head on her laptop. i love jess so much i hope modean gets her for our new laptop.

Modean's New Business Venture

Truffles. That's where the future lies. Our new backyard has every variety of mushroom growing, I've tried them all, and none would be commercially marketable as gourmet foods. But last night as I was digging up a mole tunnel, I smelled it. You can't miss that smell- truffles. They're underneath the tree that was struck by lightning. So I spent most of the evening digging and digging but I wasn't able to gather any before mom came out and made me come inside. To add insult to injury, she had to clean off my feet before she'd let me in the house. I hate that. Leave my damn feet alone, woman!

So this morning I made a little more headway, and then big stupidhead Goofch had to come over and lie down right in the middle of where I was digging. So my search for venture capital will have to be postponed until this evening.

Little victories: Today I figured out how to wire our bachelor pad for a second phone line, and once I can get a laptop computer we'll be able to surf the web without having to use the upstairs computer. All that without the use of thumbs, thank-you-very-much!

Backyard Chores

Last night The People put us out to do yard-defense for several hours and I made quite a bit of progress on the anti-mole front. I've dug several trenches for weather protection and safety cover that also serve the purpose of blocking the mole-tunnels. I was sidelined a few times by a renegade deer and by Goofch trying to goof around while I worked. The biggest obstacle at this point is a big brown tree that I know has somebody living beneath it. I'm working towards digging it up. I'll be very glad when it finally falls, although it might pose a problem for the nice guys who live next door. But that's not my problem, so, beh!

If anyone can suggest a better method for tree removal besides digging, please let me know. The People are no help at all.

Oh, and can you believe this?? Mom took Goofch for ANOTHER bike ride in the woods yesterday, and left me behind AGAIN! It's SO unfair!!

my feelings were hurt this morning and i was sadddd. i was sleeping in the kitchen with mom and she was making food and she stepped on me. i must be a bad dog or she would not have stepped on me. but then she pet me and scratched my ears and i guess it was okay.

i am hungry.

modean is hogging the dog pillow.

i am hungry.

i hope modean wakes up soon so i can sleep on the dog pillow.

yesterday modean found the spellingbee and i wanted the spelling bee so bad so i pounded him. then dad sat on me and i couldnot reach spellingbee and modean chewed on it and i was jealous. i will pound him now.

now i have the whole dog pillow.

Exercise Log

This morning I worked out with Malek. He's a friend from the neighborhood who is about three times as big as Goofch, but he's not as smart, if that's even possible. He comes over some mornings for a game of wrestling and sometimes I tie him up in my leash, which makes it pretty easy to chew on him. It's like shooting fish in a barrel. This morning, after I hogtied Malek, I managed to back out of my collar. I stood upon him like a victory mountain. Then he got untangled and threw me around, so I headed for the back door and asked mom to let me in. She gave me breakfast.

The best progress was I got my stink back after The People gave me a bath the other day. Usually it takes longer but there were some ripe lizards I had in storage for just this kind of situation.

i like cookies a lot

hi iam goofch. i wanted to have a chance to tell you about the kinds of cookies i like.

peanut butter
cheese
spinach
frog
corn
wheat
beef
chicken
liver
bird
grasshopper
grass

if you have an y of these vcookies can i have them please
none for modean he doesnt like to eat.

Welcome To Our Blog

Hey, I'm Modean. I live with a roommate named Goofch. We get bored. We started a blog.

We live in a small room under the stairs. I know where the cookies are stored. I'm not usually hungry but it's good to know these things so that after I take over The House, I'll know where to find food. I also know where there is a secret stash of clean water in the plant-watering pitcher. I haven't told Goofch about that yet because he'll eat and drink all the emergency supplies before we have a chance to stage our coup.

I like to think of Goofch as my army, and I am his general. He'll do what I tell him to, but his loyalty is tenuous. As soon as The People come home, he's all about them. Now don't get me wrong- I love the people. They scratch me and feed me and control The House. But I have higher ambitions than to be someone's dog. I want to be a homeowner. I want to run a small business. I want to control energy prices and hold offshore accounts. I'm more than happy to let The People work for me.

But, in the meantime, I'm staying below the radar and playing this dog-pet thing. I can make slow progress with an internet connection and a few credit cards. Already I've sold off most of our less desirable towels on EBay.

I'm also teaching Goofch to type. I can't be his scribe forever. That guy's got to learn to do a few things for himself. He'll try his "hand" with a new entry later on today.

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