So I've been practicing the piano and this is my song.
I hope you enjoy the beautiful music.
1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3...
I'm also working on "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" in hopes that I'll be asked to play at Wrigley Field this season.
"Are you okay?"
To the rescue they came! Sorry for the poor picture but that really is the fire truck. Mom explained that there wasn't a fire, but the firemen wanted to come inside and check things out.
They saw that everyting was under control, and since they liked coffee, we gave them some. They even posed for a picture before heading back to the fire department.
You guys know that I can make peamutt butter treats, but did you know my dad takes after me and is a cook? Yep, he buys green coffee beans and keeps them in the basement. I'm usually not allowed in this room but the other night, I went down there with my mom (motch) and dad and boy and uncle. My dad turned on the big red machine and dumped some green beans inside.
Round and round they went, changing from green (for Ruby) to cinnamon to brown. Everyone was excited because he hadn't used the machine for a very long time (like over a year).
A few of the beans fell to the ground and I pounced on them before anyone could steal them.
Finally, finally finally we had warm weather this weekend!
I helped my dad plant a new tree. While he moved the dirt and dug a hole, I looked for a buried treasure. I don't think he dug far enough because there was nothing there.
See how little the tree is? About my size, don't you think? And it's my color, too.
After the tree, we looked for buried treasure in another spot. Since none was there, my dad covered the hole with a new shrub.
Then we went to the back yard to hang up a bird house. This was more boring because there were no holes to dig and I couldn't climb the ladder to help.
But I found a stick to chew and it was yummmmmmmmmmy!
Because of the adoption days of Dawson on 4/21 (Moco) and Flash on 4/15 (Peanut & Flash), I decided to make cookies in their honor. I chose to make the Peamutt Butter ones because Pea is part of my name, even though mutt is not (Petra Pot Pie Peapod Piano Player Pretty Perrific).
Quick as a wink, I threw together the olive oil, oatmeal, wholewheat flour, water and peamutt butter, then rolled out the dough and cut it with the bone cookie cutter. Into the oven it went for 35 minutes and presto!
There they were! I really felt like Emeril for a moment.
Then the little red hen - whoops! I mean the little brindle boston -- sat down to eat.
Oh my, was it good.
And it kept getting better
to the very last bite.
My friend Girl Girl gave me this award, and it came at a good time. Good because I'm tired of all the rain we're getting here, and I am not happy because I won't go outside in the rain. And can you believe that we might even have SNOW tomorrow? That just isn't right. So thank you, Girl Girl, for making this rainy day a little brighter and for making me a little happier! I am now passing on the award to Poppy the LBC!
Aren't these lovely? Moco and Stella and I found these for me in NYC. Whoops, I meant to say that we got them for Motch. I hope they fit her. I hope she will wear them. Ah..um..well..if they're not quite her size or style, perhaps I could put them to good use. The strings would be delightful to play with, don't you think?
I'm in NYC, waiting for the party to begin, but instead of going to a Yankees game like Joey & Tanner, I'm going to Ellis Island. Motch's grandparents came from across the ocean (Switzerland) and this was their first stop in America. Lady Liberty is waving and saying "Hi Petra!"
And then shoppping! I need to shop! I'm not looking for clothes for me but Motch could use some new underwear and Stella is helping me! 
I'm so excited! Today I get to fly on Aire Ruby & go to Asta's Welcome Home party (and shhhh....surprise birthday party for 2-year-old Captain Ruby Bleu). I was so busy this weekend that I didn't have time to get any food ready. I thought these left-over Easter eggs might work, but after one short sniff, I changed my mind.
Crisis: My sweet little niece Fig was attacked by this.
Just look what bad Tadpole did to her pretty face.
In the meantime, I'm taking care of the sick and ailing. Get well soon, Miss Figgy!
It has been like a zillion years since the piano was tuned (so I've been told, since I've only been living here for 4 months.) Motch had someone come over to tune it and fortunately for him, I was there to help. After a thorough inspection of the tools in his box and piano parts on the floor, I determined that it was okay to proceed.
I'm not the bravest of terriers, but I didn't run away or hide when this guy put the piano back together and played it. As a matter of fact, I'm considering taking piano lessons now. It sounds more fun than obedience school.