Birthday Weekend

What a weekend!  My human's mother had a birthday - I can't BELIEVE how long they live! Woof, in dog years she'd be way over 600 years old!  Woof Dah! Anyway, there was a big party for her, and I wasn't invited!  Still, I have to say that, although it is always a trial to be separated from my human for several hours, I really didn't want to be at that party.

We had ten people staying at our house during the weekend and that involved navigating among quite enough feet, shoes, and legs. It would have been worse at the party.  Dodging here and dodging there, always on the lookout for a big foot descending to squash you isn't exactly restful. 

Still, extra people and an extra dog in the house did make for an exciting weekend.  Nothing like a change of routine to invigorate a body. I was so invigorated I collapsed into an hours long nap after they left. And what a glorious bonanza of treats and sweets to be found.  Don't see that kind of variety when we don't have a houseful of people!

In a way, I do feel I should have braved the party, though.  My human's mom is a great lady.  I see her many times a week.  When we take a break from the job, we often go to her apartment for a couple of minutes.  It's a wonderful place to go.

I like how she sits with her legs crossed and her foot just high enough off the floor so I can stand under it.  The she visits and moves her foot so it scratches my back. She sweet talks me and usually gives me a treat.  I really like the small piece of summer sausage that she often finds for me -- and sometimes she sneaks a morsel of chocolate to me, as well! 

Yes, I should have gone to the party to help celebrate her birthday, but it wasn't my decision to make. Anyway, she's nice and she understands a dog's life.