My over nights at Kenny's

So I'm a little late with my report. Mom was under the weather and I can't do the blog thing without her. I can make her write the words I want but, I can't make her turn on the computer if she's feeling punk.
Anyhow I want to tell you about my overnites with Kenny. Now he's a really good guy, but a little gruff. Okay so, his rules are different from Mom's, his house his rules. I can deal with that. Besides when I'm at his house I can play with Scar. He's Kelly's dog and is a little older, actually a lot older, but he still likes to play.
Kenny's house is kinda small, but outside you get to walk over some boards over the top of some water. Never saw the like of it. Dock he calls it. And if you look around you can see ducks. Scar doesn't see too good, so when I see some ducks I let him know.
First day was great, played and played till I was really pooped. Kenny put me in my room and I concked out.
Next day, more play with Scar. Kenny took me on my walk, just like Mom but, Ken is a no nonsense guy so I couldn't dawdle like I can with Mom.
After our walk, he goes into a strange dark room. It's like Mom's office but way more stuff in it. Lots of computers and paper and it's dark. I don't know how he can see in there. I can smell the paper but I can't get at it, so I lay in the sun and wait for lunch. Well lunch is a long time coming and now I gotta piddle. So I go into the dark room and tell Kenny I gotta go. He doesn't get it. He's not as easy to talk to as Mom. I told him over and over, "I gotta piddle, gotta piddle." but he's watching some stuff on one of his computers and pays no attention to me. So I said, "Hey man, man to man, I gotta piss." Doesn't register with him, so I went right there. Then he gets pissed, but it's his own fault, you gotta go, you gotta go.
All in all it was great but I was really glad to see Mom on Sunday, but I didn't want her to know I missed her so I didn't kiss her or try to get in her lap. She should not leave me for days, couple of hours okay, but 2 1/2 days. No way.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY TOYS AND HOW THEY DISSAPEAR.

Learning where to Poop

Mom was not pleased I'd chosen her carpet as a toilet. What do I know? It's in there and it has to come out. As it comes out of me, I guess poop comes out wherever I am.
Clearly there was more to this piddle and poop thing. She would shake her head and make little tisking noises. Mom contacted her youngest daughter Kelly. She (Kelly not Mom)had raised a lot of dogs and knew a lot about poop and piddle placement.
She (Kelly, another redhead) came to our house and showed me where I had to p&p outside, which was fine when I was outside. But sometimes I'm inside. So Mom keeps following me around with two spray bottles. One takes out my stink and the other one puts in some yucky stink. It didn't take me long to figure out that IF I didn't leave my scent in the house I could avoid the yucky one altogether.
This red head Kelly, I think she likes me. She'll pick me up and kiss my neck until I just melt. When I am in Kelly's arms I'm just a dog, with no messages to convey, no duties to perform. Sometimes a pup just needs to be a dog. Bill's shoes are hard to fill, but I try very hard. I promised him I'd look after her (Mom not Kelly) and do my best to make her happy. You better believe it's a big job. She misses Bill like crazy.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND SEE HOW I MAKE HER HAPPY