Raw Food Diet, Day 268- I've been missing!

Afternoons around here have been sending me into a dogatonic state, as mom CLICK CLICKS away on her glowy screen machine and I'm left to fend for myself.  Whazzup with that??

Sure, we have our morning jaunts about town which bring on an intense case of Sleepies once my belly is full and muscles are tired, but c'mon.  How much longer is a boy this cute...

...supposed to handle this lack of attention.  I simply am not used to it!

Well folks, I blame my absence on my humans' packed schedules.  I guess full time work, part-time school, wedding planning, doggy school and daily exercising of the canines - all between 2 people - leaves little time for blogging.  If my folks only had as much energy as I have!  Man.  People are lame-o. 

I've decided to make the afternoons a little more interesting, as mom tests Pupi's and my tummy reactions to poultry after a week+ of feasting bird-free.  Let me tell you... it was a BLAST!  And by "blast" I mean that I was baking air biscuits like it was going out of style!  (For the record, farts NEVER go out of style for us pups.)  I smoked mom out of the office on more than one occasion, and during one particular bark park outing I let one rip in the middle of a human huddle and boy did that get me attention!  Apparently, the louder they are the more popular you'll be.  Just a word to the wise about making yourself known.

Aside for the bum fireworks, Big Pupi's and my poobles weren't "ideal," and the symphony of tummy sounds made mom cut out the bird completely.  Now folks, I enjoy birds.  I hunt birds.  I have caught 2 birds in my day and it was a thrill.  I was not pleased when I learned of the sudden elimination of this fine creature from my diet... until I heard that extra goat and mutton was being added to my online raw meat feasting order!  Mom didn't seem happy because chicken doesn't cost a lot of cheese money to buy and goat is a tad more, but I guess the Biscuit Risk is too great... so goat it is!  Delish!

So anyway, tomorrow is my female human's birthday and I'm wondering if she gets vanilla ice cream in a bowl on the floor like Pupi and I do.  If that's the case, then I'm totally planning to steal a few licks!  I know she wanted to get in on my birthday feast, so she'll understand.  I'm an opportunistic feaster, and ice cream is my weakness.  I have no Have when there's ice cream!

To end my much delayed post, I wanted to say with much (HUGE!) excitement that my feather post has been nominated for Post of the Month over at the DWB Bone Zone.  I'm a little embarrassed that my humans put that little tale online as it was not what a bird dog does during his shining moments, but hey... it was true and it was terrifying.  Thanks to my therapist (stuffed tug raccoon) I think I have made a full recovery.  Anyway, if you're a fan of the post then vote for your fellow feaster!

That's it for now!  Gotta go scavenge some of my humans' dinner this evening.  Tasty!

Stanislaw