Fargo Friday: The Puppy’s First Sleepovers

This is Fargo:

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She has something to say.

mmmmmmhhhheeeeeLLLOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*tail wag tail wag tail wag butt shimmy some stomping of the front paws and bucking of the head and yes of course a boop to the face we are all about boops to the faces around here*

i jumped on the bed this morning. that is not what this is about but i wanted to tell you. i jumped on the bed this morning which is something i do not usually do in the morning and the people said “Wow!” and i walked over and gave them some kisses and snuggled on up in there like i owned the place, because i do own the place, and then eventually they picked me up and set me down on the floor and we went outside and i pooped, which is something i do usually do in the morning.

but again.

i am not here to talk about the jumping on the bed (but it was fun do not forget that it was a fun morning).

i am here to tell you something important.

*sniffs your face*

I HAD MY FIRST SLEEPOVERS LAST WEEKEND.

it started innocently enough. we went to the dog park on saturday evening. i did me a few zooms. Frank was there, and Frank is not my best friend, but he is my friend (who is not my friend?), and when he’s there you know it is a party, so you know it was a party. when i came home, though, there was a problem.

it was hot.

the air was blowing, so everyone seemed to think this was fine, but it was taking me a long time to stop panting so the woman put a wet towel on the ground and set up a fan, but she did it in the kitchen and her and her friends were in the living room so it took a long time before i finally said, “hoo boy i am really hot still i better go lie down on that towel in front of the fan” and abandoned them to swelter at the table. all of us were sad about my departure.

it kept getting hotter, though. so hot. much hotter than my thick old of-european-descent coat can handle. so when the man got home, he checked the big growly thing out back, and it was not growling, which is evidently not good.

we fled.

well, first they asked me to poop, which i did.

then we fled.

what followed was an exciting two nights. they packed up my crate. they packed up some bowls. they packed up some of their own stuff. in the dark of night, we drove to my best friend’s apartment, which was cold (THANK DOG) and also had a lot of toys that smelled like my good friend Ruby. i played with the toys. they made me go in the crate. i barked a little bit. then i slept like the dickens.

in the morning, it was back to our house for breakfast, but it was still hot, so then it was back to the apartment, and RUBY WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we played a LOT. Ruby wanted to stop playing but i said TOO BAD RUBY I AM NOT DONE PLAYING and we played some more. she does not get as tired as i do when we play so she went for a walk afterwards and i did me one of those sleeps where i look very dazed and exhausted because i am very dazed and exhausted.

then, back to the house again, where there was a new growly thing inside my bedroom but my crate was still not there so they took the wet towel and the fan and locked themselves and me in the room and we all just laid there for a couple of hours, which was not as fun as it could have been because it was still kind of hot and i was not eating peanut butter but did give me a good little nap. then, back to the apartment again for ANOTHER sleepover.

that is right, folks.

two sleepovers in two nights for the Fargo.

the bonegivers in the sky are kind.

Ruby was not there, but my best friend played with me for a long time (her rug was very trickeratious, however, as you can see in the video i have asked the people to share above), and i pooped outside like a good girl (although it did take me a long time to find a spot and when i did it was because the poop was a comin’ whether i wanted it to come or not and whoa boy was there a lot of poop), and we went to sleep again, and then i went to daycare and then i came home to the hot-but-not-as-hot house and then i slept again and then i went to daycare again and then i came home and the house was cured (THANK DOG) and the growly machine in my backyard was growling again.

anyhoo, my favorite things about sleepovers:

MY FRIEND WAS THERE

THERE WERE TOYS FROM ANOTHER DOG

THE OTHER DOG SHOWED UP FOR A LITTLE BIT

everything smelled so interesting

i pulled PRANKS like when the man took me out to use the loo and i pretended i thought the carpet was the loo and i squatted down in the middle of the hallway and he yelled “NO, FARGO!” and yanked me up by my leash and i trotted on saying “ha ha ha silly man you thought i was going to pee on the carpet” (i was totally going to pee on the carpet guess that is not allowed my mistake everybody i am still just a puppy after all)

DID I MENTION THE TOYS AND MY FRIEND AND THE OTHER DOG

lots of car rides meant a whole lotta Fargs stickin her head out the window and lettin the ears fly

SPEAKING OF EARS THEY DID NOT CLEAN THEM FOR A FEW DAYS victory for me i hate that nonsense

ok. those are my favorite things about sleepovers. i hope that you have appreciated them. i am now going to go try to break the growly machine. more sleepovers for the Fargs, please.