and This is a mouse ...

on top of a frog. How cute is this picture?

This is a mole ...

And this is a mole. Look at those claws! He is made for digging!

This is a vole....

This is a vole. He kind of looks like a mouse only he has a shorter tail and tiny ears. At least that is what the internet says. Mom didn't know she knew what a vole was either until she say it and the word just popped into her head. It sort of looked like a mouse. It may have been a mouse. It was not in the best of shape when Mom saw it .. and it smelled vile. The vile vole. Hershey and I liked rolling on it. Too bad Mom made it go away.

I'm awake ...

Sorry for that long vacation friends. Mom stays busy and uninspired to help me blog. She sometimes wonders if I have anything else to say. This is what I have been doing lately ...

Hershey came to visit me a couple of weeks ago. He brought the baby and Nixon and stayed for four days. The baby is at an awesome stage. She carries this orange snack cup around sometimes and sometimes she lays it down. A couple of times I was quick enough to grab it and I scored some cool snacks. You can see me sticking my nose in it in this picture below. She is trying to give me my kong but I know there is nothing in it!

She discovered my porch water and played in it a little and here I am licking her hands dry. ... I try to be helpful.

I let her try out my doghouse. She fits in it really well.

And here she is playing on this big rock I have in my yard and watching Hershey smell something.

After Hershey left, Mom found a dead vole in my yard. She thinks it was a vole but it could have been a mouse. It was not a mole because my Mom looked at pictures of moles and voles and mice on the internet and moles have big feet and this creature didn't. Mom says she will spare showing you intenet pictures of voles and moles because she knows you can go look at them yourself if you want to. Anyway, this vole was just laying in my yard near where Hershey and I had been "studying" and rolling around alot. Mom didn't take a picture of it because he was dead and well .... very unattractive. But she thinks Hershey may have killed it because he is quite the hunter. Mom threw the dead critter over my fence so I can't roll on him now. Isn't she mean?

Since Hershey left, Mom has been looking at adoptable doggies on the internet again. Why is it that dog people think a dog that hates kids and cats and isn't housebroken and has heartworms will make a great pet? I guess everydog deserves a good home but Mom wants just the right one if it is going to live at my house for 10 + years. I really love it when Hershey is here. He is my very best friend and if he wasn't so attached to his Mom and his baby and his Daddy, we'd invite him to come live with me. But he has an important job taking care of his family up in Virginia. He has a mailman that attacks his home six days a week and he has dogs and people that threaten to walk past his house every day. He has to keep his cat brother Nixon in line and he has to clean up all of those dropped snacks. It's a hard life.

So, I am awake and maybe Mom will post more often now.