Progress, Evidence and Explanations

Moma sorta wishes she had some video of the Fergs

(as she is sometimes known)

when she first touched grass

or when she first wore a leash

or when she went on her first "walks"

(Moma drug her down the driveway.)

Then, again, maybe it's better recalled as a sad memory.

Well.

Things are a bit different.

In several respects.

Seems the Summer in Florida and the Girls' Spa Day

and the Yet Undetermined Feltie Demolition

may have become turning points.

Check out Miss Fergi on her walkies NOW!

And, in motion:

and

and

Moma has given up on crating Fergi

and leaving me in "my room" when she leaves.

Now we get to stay in the bedroom,

with Animal Planet on TV and the big bed and big window to enjoy.

She left us today.

And we were calm, cool and collected.

She put up the gate, and laid down the potty pad

(though we've been very good little dogs and haven't needed it in recent days.)

We told her as she went out the door,

"We'll be good, Moma."

"Go and have a good time."

"We'll watch TV and sleep."

"Bye!"

Two hours later

(and $1000 poorer, thanks to the big Wheelie Service Shop)

Moma returned.

We were waiting for her at the gate.

This time, just a bit more animated.

(Can ya see anything different?)

Seems we had a bit of a Play Day while she was gone.

Or at least one of us did.

Any guesses who?

We're not telling.

And, anyhow, we blamed it on the cold front.

It snowed while she was gone.

Here's proof.

You can see the snow on the mountain that we see from our front door.

The truth is:

We're simply proving that we still have our "terrier spirit."

As a result of our terrier tenacity.

And we are having a grand time showing it.

Now.

Enough of this!

It's time for our walk!