Adapting

Pssst.

Over here, behind the towel.

Yea, that's right. I'm a cat. If you have a problem with that then move on to some other blog today, because I've got a couple of things to say.

Greetings, friends of GooberStan. I'm coming to you from what was once my sanctuary... my own personal meditation room. I don't have much time because any minute a couple of furballs, who shall remain nameless, are going to shove their way in here too. Hey. I'm not llooking for pity, just some understanding.

Don't get me wrong, man. I LOVE these goobers, but it's been a big adjustment for me to learn the ways of the goobs and to adapt my way of life to their presence. Long ago, before our girl brought home a big hairy dog for me (otherwise known as Stanley), I'd catch some one-on-one time with the girl whenever she was in this room. I would sometimes perch on the side of the bathtub, between the 2 shower curtains, and do some acrobatic moves, then recharge my zen to the sound of the falling water.

Now, look who ELSE has claimed this place as a sanctuary. (Bet you can't guess who caused that nasty ring around the tub either.)

The wee goobette is just as bad. She thinks she OWNS that tub.

So, I've decided to make the most out of a bad situation. Here's the small furball practicing some moves I showed her on the balance beam.

And now, whenever we hear that falling water, we all come running and have ourselves a family meeting. (Notice my close up at the end please.)

Learning to live with goobers,

Merv

Roadtrip GooberStyle

So. Last week my Aunt Kelly came to GooberStan to visit for a few days before she headed off to Iowa with us to visit our Goober Granny. She sure knows what a boy like me wants!

Here's Stella putting in her request with Aunt Kelly.

And here's Aunt Kelly obliging the Stellanator.

The trip to Iowa was almost 6 hours long. I offered to drive the first leg of the trip.




Stella called shotgun.

Stella couldn't leave me alone during the trip so she joined me in the back seat.

I'm a notorious backseat driver, and am barking out some constructive driving criticism to Aunt Kelly.

When not monitoring the driving I was on the lookout for cow sitings! Those cows drive me NUTS, I'm telling ya.

After going off about the cows I had to grab me a Pooh Bear for a little Stuffy Therapy session.

We got to granny's pretty late. Stella & I just had enough time to get a wrasslin' session in before bedtime.

We took some time out for a little goober cuddle until it was time....

... for me to warm up my girl's makeshift bed.

I got to meet my cousins for the first time. This is Ashley and her new pup Rayne.

Here Stella is sucking up to the hooman pup. Me? I ran right up to her and put my snout in her face. Then I ran my juicy goober tongue all the way up to her hairline! (Mmmm. Mmmm. Nothing tastes better than hooman pup!)

We went for a little hike at my girl's fave childhood park. Here's Stella recharging her AireZen as she overlooks the mighty Mississippi.

We didn't seem to be able to get together on a photo, so I had the girl take some solo shots of me.

I was jonesin' for a swim, but my girl said she'd drown me herself if I even thought of jumping into the Mississippi River.

I just had to show you a photo of my juicy tongue in all its glory. It's magnificent!

My girl is leaving on vacation today to Colorado, so we won't be posting or visiting for the next week or so. Here we are saying our good-byes.

Stella couldn't wait for the girl to leave, since that meant she'd be going to stay with Hercules and his hooman sissy pup for the week. (Merv & I will be house sitting with a personal servant on call during the week.)

Stella can be a very affectionate pup, but here she is giving my girl the Heisman.

Hope all you buddies have a great week. We'll fill you in on our adventures once our girl gets home!

Goober love,

Stanley