Holy Milkbones, it’s hot!!! And you want me to pose? For a patriotic portrait? Again?
And to my four-legged paw pals, please stay safe indoors tonight while our people act like fools!
It rained cats and dogs all weekend, and it looks like more downpours expected this week. Last evening Ma took me for our walk in between raindrops. Apparently every other human on our block with a dog shared Ma’s thoughts. I met lots of friends and a few enemies. Good thing Ma carried her mobile phone along, because you will meet a couple more of my buddies. (I apologize for Ma’s poor photography. In my excitement, I kind of jerked Ma’s hands around. Oops!)
Of course you recognize Shandy from my last post. Abby, the chocolate Labrador Retriever, is a dear friend who always stops to play with me. That little white leg belongs to Lolly, a Bichon Frise. She’s an elderly lady who managed to beat lymphoma! We are all amazed at how healthy she is. Lolly is the boss of the block. Even the grumpy dogs respect her.
Shandy’s off to get in some trouble. She ran to a neighbor’s yard, rolled in fox poo, then ended up being dragged home for a shameful public bath on her Ma’s front lawn. The rest of us dogs decided it was past time to break up the fun and head home. We sure didn’t want our people getting ideas!
Meet Shandy, my oldest and best friend in the neighborhood. Shandy showed me the ropes from the time I was a little baby a year ago. Now we can’t wait to meet each other on walks. A few times a week Ma takes me around the block to visit for a play date. She stuffs her pockets full of treats. Sometimes I think Shandy loves Ma as much as me!
It’s been so hot and humid here that Ma takes me for my long walk at dusk. We met my good friend Bella the other night. We leash danced on the sidewalk while our moms discussed raising puppies. Bella’s still a baby, but full of mischief like me!
Since last you heard from me, I turned 1-year-old, and celebrated 1 year living with Ma. I took my Canine Good Citizen Test, but failed the very last part…sigh. I don’t come when called. I cry when Ma leaves me. I bite Old Lady Nana’s toes through her shoes. I flush rabbits from under blue spruces. I chase birds from the feeders and up into the trees. Jehovah Witnesses fear me. Ma smiles and calls me her Canine Good Anarchist.
I took a walk in a pond:
Here I did jump in:
And saw a balloon:
And I dug:
But I could not budge the groundhog:
I went to another park:
One I visited as a baby: