Last Days of Summer

Here I am lounging a week or so ago in PTown outside of the Equality Store.

Some nice Canadian gal told me I have the look of some dog of Royalty or something.  Is that the Great Dame?  Anyhow I guess that means she thought I was Special.  Which I am.  Daddy's shoe is comfy. 

Here I am lounging in front of my camper on my last day in PTown.  I'm going to miss the doggie park.

Back home - a nice walk in my woods.  Leaves are falling.  They call it "Fall".  Oh, the other day I went to the doggie park down the road.  Daddy says it is not as nice as the one in PTown but I had a ball.  I was running and wrestling in the dirt with the guys and girls.   We were all about the same age, so we really had fun.  Then when we got home Daddy said I needed a BATH!  UGH!  Well, I wasn't too keen on that idea.  After I got dried off, I decided to run away.  I got as far as across the street.  I think I was lost.  Daddy came and got me.  Well, I hope he learned his lesson.

When we were in PTown Daddy Leon said I was pulling on my leash too hard.  So Daddies got me a harness, but I pulled even harder, especially when we got to the doggie park.  So Daddies got me a "Gentle Leader" so I can't pull.  Well, it took a little getting used to, but I got the hang of it.  Makes it really hard to resist pulling when I see those squirrels hoping around though.

"Gentle Leader" my foot - my Daddies are just a couple of control freaks.  They kept saying how they just love this contraption.  Like "A product that actually works as advertised."  

It looks funny but it doesn't hurt.  Thank Dog I don't have to wear it all the time.

People tell me I look more like a Great Dame than a Wiemermermermrer whatever.  But I'm no Dame.  Maybe my sister Lucy is a Dame.  She looks like me.  Hey, Lucy!  Do people tell you that you look like a Great Dame?  I practice getting in touch with my inner Lab.  My Daddies like when I do that.  But I'm still not too keen on swimming.  Or BATHS!

Paradise Lost

Daddy says I lost my innocence yesterday at the doggie park.  I don't know what that is zactly, but I hope we find it again today.  Alls I know is that when we got to the doggie park yesterday there were lots of doggies there.  They didn't want to play too much, but Molly was very nice and I was playing with her, chasing a ball and running and I snuck in a few kisses.

Then all of a sudden, this Greyhound they called Stanley who had been running like a lightening bolt on the other side of the park came over and laid into me for no reason - except I bet he was jealous.  He was really mean and kept growling and started biting me.  Then his person came and took him off me.  Man, I was scared and I went running to Dad and hid behind his legs.  I was trembling and I wanted to go home.  But dad said I had to get back on the horse.  (He's nuts - there were no horses in the dog park).

So we stayed and me and Molly and all the other doggies just kind of hung out a bit.  Everything was fine 'till Stanley came back and laid into me again.  I don't know why he was picking on me.  His person got him off me again, and then I think they went home.  But I didn't know they went home and was so scared that I jumped up on the people bench and hid behind all the people who were sitting there.  They were nice to me and said its OK, Stanley left.

Gosh, I thought Doggie Park was heaven.  I thought all doggies were friends.  I thought all doggies liked one another.  I never realized there were mean doggies out there.  I thought doggie park was a place to be free and happy.  Daddy said the real world is not all roses (roses have thorns anyway, so what's the deal with that?)  But I think he means that even doggie parks are not heaven all the time.

Dad said we're going back there this morning.  I hope Stanley's not there.  There's always the beach.

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