Another weekend, another car ride....whatever! By Ms. Pepper

I don't know why my hyper active dad thinks that I want to abandon my warm blanket, bones and toys to go exploring California...but he does.  It is annoying and I generally don't like it.  What really chaps my ass is the fake nice, motivated tone of his voice when he says "DOES PEPPER WANT TO GO FOR A RIDE IN THE CAR?"  Then the bent over, hands on his knees....COME ON!  COME ON GIRL!  COME ON PEPPER" sends me over the top.  Honestly, it makes me want put my leash on, tie it to something high off the ground and launch myself off a ledge.  (Editor's note:  As Pepper wears a harness, this would not have the impact she thinks it would!)  Mr. Wendell, ever the sycophantic "Yes Man" wags his tail, runs around the house and generally acts like a fool.  Just for a stinkin car ride usually to no where. 

Anyways, my parents decided to take us to one of the many "Redwood State/National Parks" to go see some big trees.  Big trees.  Think about it.   We were supposed to get excited about hopping in the car just to see trees that are big.  What a waste of time.  I could have been napping...instead I was held pawstage (instead of hostage!) while my soon to be granola chomping, flannel shirt and Birkenstock wearing parents went to go see big trees!  They have been on the left coast for too long.  Thats my opinion.

Anyways, these two pictures say it all.  Mr. Wendell was shaking like a crack addict who just turned in a trash bag full of plastic bottles for rebate when he saw the trees.  Needless to say he pee'd on everyone of these big trees that he could!

Then, as if the indignity of walking around the park was not enough, my mom and dad decided that they should take pictures of me and my brother next to the trees, in my mom's arms and in my dad's arms. 

I am worried that there are more days of exploring in my future.  I am going to try to figure out how to fake heartworms.  Maybe then, they will just let me sleep in my blanket like some dog version of Ferris Bueller.

Oh yeah, I stole and chewed down to nothing Mr. Wendell's favorite bone after his stupid "Paws Up" sign off last time.  May he get a lump of cat poop for Christmas.

Feeling Surly....

Pepper

I went for another ride in the car...Mr. Wendell

Cheerio folks!  Here I am behind the wheel of Benson.  Benson you ask?  That is the stupid name my dad gave to his car.  He thought the it needed a name and since Land Rovers were British, that it should be named a good sturdy English name. 

I was on the way down to see my Pomeranian cousin, Syrus (we call him King Syrus) for Thanksgiving.  Syrus was in good health and a holiday mood.  I was not in such a great mood.  My dad must have been drinking a little sweet potatoe wine when he programmed the GPS.  What should have taken about 2 hours took about four and a half.  Four and a half hours with my sister, dad, mom and my human sister Cassie and her boyfriend was not a lot of fun.  Anyways, we had a great visit with King Syrus, had a bit of turkey and got to stay in an overpriced hotel.

Speaking of my human sister.  She and her boyfriend came to visit over the holiday weekend.  It was good to see them. We did a bunch of cool things.  We took them to the Golden Gate Bridge, took a double decker bus tour, ate at a few restuarants, toured the city and  went to a musical down at the Orpheum theater called Wicked.  They liked San Francisco!

While on the Golden Gate Bridge, we saw this sign.  Now, I am not a psychiatrist, but I really wonder if this sign has ever done anything more than make people laugh and take pictures of it. 

Imagine...you are at the end of your rope.  Dispondent.  Irrational.  Ready to take yourself off the high diving board called the Golden Gate Bridge.  You come across this sign.  "The consequences of jumping off this bridge are fatal and tragic."  If I was in the mood to take the plunge, reading this sign would be encouragement.  Awesome, I came here to get the job done and this sign is almost a guarantee!

Paws up!

Wendell