Charlie Diaries - Day 29

Hi, I'm Charlie, and I'm a "canine delinquent" , whatever the hell that means!

Here's the deal, my cowgirl has been really busy. I heard her tell someone she had several irons in the fire, but between you, me, and that fence post she just put in......nooooooo, she does not.
My owner irons, I've seen it many times. What I have not seen is the cowgirl even in the same room as an iron, much less using one! Certainly not several!! Again, that's just between us. I do not need to lose more points! I don't understand the system but points are VERY important to her.

Anyway, I scared the crap out of her late late Thursday night. She was writing, editing photos, and, as usual, I was helping by snuggling up with her in our chair. She was zoned in on her tasks at hand, but I, being the stellar watch dog that I am, noticed the footsteps on the deck. I acted with lightning speed, ( sorry about the tea glass, Cowgirl ) and i let loose with sudden explosions of sonic boom barking, risking life and limb to let her know that damn raccoon was back on our deck and she might want to go out there. But, was she appreciative????? Noooo, no, she was not, not even a little bit! hfffffff!

Friday morning rolls around, and she did chores, showered, ( a much needed activity because it was the usual southern Missouri weather, approximately 99 degrees with 576% humidity by 7 AM) and she put on an "outfit".......that means chores are over for a while. When she's doing chores there's no outfit involved!! It's pretty embarrassing sometimes, the farm clothes she wears around here.
Anyway, I had helped some, and was being a good girl...........duh!!
She moved our truck, and put my food in it......ohboyohboyohboyohboy!!!!! I'm gonna get to GOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Then, just before we were going to leave, she told me to go run around outside for a minute because I'd be in the truck for awhile. Things took a terrible turn.

The Russians made me run over to the Neighbor Guy's place to play with Radar.
A smidgen of time passed..........
the Cowgirl's outfit was wilted,
her ponytail was soaking wet,
I was located, got scolded, loaded up, and I was sorry!!

I went home to city over the weekend, and got back to the country last night.

She plugged some kind of charger thing in. It looks a lot like a dog collar, huh! I heard her discussing "training" with my owner, so I snapped that aid on her wrist, got her attention I did. FYI, that is not always a good thing!!

The weather has been beautiful today. The cowgirl ran errands, did chores, and I got let out, allowed to run around our farm, and then called back in for a treat, and the hugs I love to give, and get, then back out, run around, return, hugs, treat, and repeat. I was "such a good gitl" .....until there was another option. That option being me thinking, hey I wonder what Radar is up to??
Neighbor Guy was fine with me dropping by, but according to the cowgirl "it's not any of my damn business what Radar is doing, or what his buddy, my new friend Ike is doing", and blah blah blah, boom, I'm a canine delinquent. I'm "starting a dog gang by setting a terrible example"
Damn leash!
blah blah blah, snap!
crate door latches, damnit!!