Storm Stories - CSM's DogBlog

Storm is our 9-year-old (in February 2011) German Shepherd Dog (GSD). We bought her from a well-known breeder of working GSDs in Wapakoneta, Ohio, as a puppy and she's been a joy ever since. This is where I hope to tell her stories in pictures and humor as well as new stories when we get her a little sister or brother...hopefully this summer ;) If you enjoy her stories, there are a couple on my other blog, Common Sense & Random Mania found at http://musicmomma62.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

It's Back!

I got my backyard back! I didn't have to be on the tie-out cable for the whole time I was outside, they took all their machines and tools and piles of stuff and left! Yay!!!

If you recall, My Yard was under reconstruction over the weekend AND I was humiliated and scolded for barking at the contractor's dog. But I have proof that dog was not to be trusted. As soon as the guy packed up to leave yesterday and took her off my cable, she tramped through his hard work! These are her tracks, not mine. I'm a good dog.
The view from the deck is definitely different. I'll have to get used to it, but at least I can use my regular door again. *sigh* Thank goodness! I was getting so distressed and depressed over the whole business of trying to find the backyard from the front door and staying out of the construction zone - it was a nightmare! But now I can get my favorite outdoor toys AND take them off the deck to play with them!
It's actually pretty nice, compared to what it was like before. More room than the old sidewalk and higher than it used to be. It'll take some getting used to.
 
But a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do...especially when she's the queen and her throne is being remodeled. I'll manage somehow. *sigh* It's gonna be a good evening.







 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Change is Never Good

They never consult me about this stuff. They just make their decisions and the next thing I know, my whole world has changed.
The backyard is mine. They didn't even ask! Dad just took the steps off the deck and invited strangers to bring in all this equipment and dirt and bricks and rocks and...and...CHANGE everything! How am I supposed to use my potty area? From the front door? That's just weird.
Then Mom says she's taking pictures of "the progress" of the "project." Yeah, right. She's just taking pictures of me imprisoned on the deck. I can't help it if that's My Door and they took away My Stairs to My Backyard. Silly parents. Just because I have no thumbs I have no say? Not fair.
Then, as if it wasn't bad enough, Dad says he'll fix it so I can lay out in the yard...and he puts out the CAMPING stake and cable in the FRONT YARD! I'm so depressed...and insulted. He was washing the car and wouldn't let me play in the hose - "too cold out" he says. I can't get off the deck - "no stairs" he says. Like he can't put those back on! I saw them on my way to the potty area. They're leaning up against the back of the house. Those guys didn't even come back today! "Saturday" he says. Whatever.
I fooled him. He wanted to check on the camper. Apparently, mice like to camp, too. So I agreed to go help him - but when he let me off my cable, BAM! I plunked myself down on the only scrap of yard those guys left me anywhere near my usual hill. This is where the sidewalk used to be. Well, it's next to it. I never really laid on the sidewalk much.
I found my hill, in spite of the fact they parked their equipment on it. *sigh* It's just not quite the same.




 

Monday, May 2, 2011

Camping...from a dog's point of view...

So, they got me all excited...a ride in the car...loaded the camper and hooked up the truck. I knew we were going to a state park!!!
 You know what that means!!! I get to walk and explore and chase squirrels...Yay!!! :D
But did I? Oh, no. We went camping. That means there are other people there and I have to be on a tie-out all the time. Oh, yeah, we took a lot of walks, but I have to stay on the leash all the time, too. I let them know I was ready to go home about an hour after we got there, but they kept setting up stuff and sitting around. If I whined enough they took be for a walk. Big deal.  I tried to chase a squirrel and almost yanked Daddy's arm right out of the socket. Stupid leash.


Saturday morning was beautiful and bright - perfect day to play outside. Know what they did? They let me walk and lay outside for awhile, then they put on a movie for me and made me stay in the camper while they went sight-seeing! I've already seen all those movies!!! I took a nap.
So when they finally got back you'd think it would be play time, right?
Wrong.
Daddy wanted a nap and Mom was writing. I'd chew up her laptop if I didn't think it would make me sick. Anyway, I figured Daddy would like to play if he realized I had my Good Ball with me.
"Daddy? Play? Play ball, Daddy?"
But no. As tempting as that squeaky li'l devil is, the man just laid there sleeping. *sigh* What's a dog to do??? Mom took me for walks, Dad took me for walks, but I never got to chase a single squirrel. And do you have any idea how many weird animals live in the woods??? Oh, my goodness the sounds! I totally forgot how scary the camper is when they leave me alone in there!
By the time dinner rolled around I was exhausted!
I barely got my dinner down before I fell asleep! But then they wanted to sit outside and watch a movie. I kept telling them the streetlights were on and it was time to go in, but Mom was downright rude about my little reminders to come in. She shut the door! Can you believe it? I mean, really.
My nerves were completely shot. Thank heavens they came back inside when they got cold or I wouldn't have slept a wink all night.