It is BIG RED time in Nebraska

 I am back :) I have been sooooo frustrated trying to write on my blog. The pictures my Mom works sooo hard to take and load for me so I can use them on my blog would NOT upload. Mom talked to lots and lots of people on the phone since I can't - I only know of one human who understands puppy talk - to get the problem fixed. Hope things are OK now ??

The last two weeks have been all about things RED ! 

It is BIG RED FOOTBALL again and that means DAD is all about the HUSKERS.   Let me share a few pictures -

Two Little REDS !

Dad with his HUSKER fans

Watching from the steps
 

Giving Dad hugs after the game

  





Little RED was not a happy camper



Mom spent lots of time in the kitchen lately.  She made jelly which smelled like strawberries then made that smelly stuff she calls pickle relish.  I asked Mom if Ruthie and I could go out on the deck again when she was making that relish thing.  It took almost all day to get the icky smell out of the house.  Mom said I shouldn't be so picky about the smell since I love to smell poo and eat poo snacks.  I told her it was an acquired taste.

My favorite package in the whole wide world arrived again last week.  The UPS guy remembered me from when he delivered my Science Diet to the farmstead.  Since we only moved about 5 miles from the farmstead to here at the lake he is the same delivery guy.  Mom and I talked to him when he came and I gave him my blog address since he couldn't understand puppy talk.  Dad came home from a long day at work and I had to buddy up to him and get him to help me open the box.

Mom took me and Ruthie on our first run around the lake together.  Ruthie and I have gone around the lake walking with both Mom and Dad but never just with Mom running.  Mom put my leash on then hooked Ruthie's leash up to my collar.  Mom would tell me to heal and I would tell Ruthie to heal.  I like being the teacher instead of the student.  Mom said if the rain stops today she will take us again on a run. 

Ruthie had her yearly doctor appointment and Mom said it was a "Teaching Moment" so I had to go along.   I will say and I hope Mom doesn't see this but it was a fiasco.   I kept up the tradition of getting car sick - three times matter of fact.   Twice going there and once coming back.   Mom gets upset with me because I refuse to get in the car by myself but why would I want to ??  I wish Mom understood puppy talk and I could tell her how icky it is to get car sick - why would she think I would want to ride in the car ?  Mom said I showed my bad habits most of the time we were at the Vet.  Ruthie on the other hand was an angel Mom said.   Ruthie is an old lady - about 42 years in dog years - I am just 7 in dog years and still in my learning years.   However, I heard Ruthie whimpering when she got her nails trimmed.  I told Mom Ruthie cried but that I was a trooper but she will  never know because she was outside cleaning up the car when I had my nails done.

Mom stopped at Petsmart and bought some new toys for Ruthie and I.  I really like the pacifier.  Hope this doesn't make me look like a baby !