Another State Under My Collar

Grandma came to visit

and we had to take her to Maine to see her friend.

I never been to Maine before.  It took half the day to get there and another half the day to get home.  We had to stop to visit Steven on the way home and Daddies had to go out to eat.  I get stuck in the car a lot.  We didn't have time to go see the ocean which I really wanted to do.

But I got to play with the Boxer who lives there.  I-forget-her-name, but we had fun running around the yard.

Can't Put My Paw On It

Something's in the air...can't quite put my paw on it...lots of leaves flying around and it's getting chilly....

I've been smelling moles in the yard

But I get yelled at when I dig for them...Jeeze, I get yelled at for breathing

Well, maybe not that bad...here I am breathing and not getting yelled at.

What do you mean - "Need to know basis"?  If you expect me to guard this place, I need to know what's in here.

Hmmm, back to the moles...

Ben Busy

At the doggie park

At the Waterfall

Says it all

Who says I look Goofy?

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.

The Good Life

Enjoying the Night Life In PTown

A Little Roll in  the Sand

Pasta Night at Camp is my Favorite, except for Hamburger Night, Pork Chop Night, Steak Night, ...

Back on the Cape Again

Me at the most greatest Doggie Park in PTown

Me catching some rays at the beach

Enjoying Being at Home

Well, we're back home and I'm kind of glad. Dad Frank did take me to the beach at Bluff Point last Thursday and the hike in and out really pooped me out.

Dad Frank says I'm being a surprisingly good boy lately. I have been listening and coming when called and even pooping in the woods.

But, they've got to feed me on time. The other day lunch was late so I took matters into my own hands
mouth.

Don't you just love what I've done with the cushions from the deck furniture?

Longest 8 Weeks of My Life

Man, this has been the longest eight weeks of my life since I got adopted.  I've been to Provincetown, the Beach, Vermont, the Lake, Connecticut Shore, Hiking, New Hampshire, Camping, and now, to where I was born in the Carolinas.  What a trip!  I got to stay in a motel.  Hum, do they have doggie treats on room service?  I also got to stat at grandma's and played a lot with Buddy the dog that lives at grandma's house.

Saturday I even got to go White Water Rafting and had to wear my own life-jacket.  This was me before the river trip.

It was scary and I'm not sure if I had a good time.  We floated eight miles down the river and I held on tight.  Too bad daddies didn't bring their camera because the ride was too wet to take the camera.  So we don't have any pics...except you can see pics that the river people took here: White Water River Raft Trip 1

and click on pics number 457, 458 and 459.

I am between my daddies.  The other people are Leon dad's sister and nephew.

This was me after the trip down river. At the end, I got off the boat and kissed sniffed the ground.   Boy was I glad to get back without getting tossed overboard.  

I guess I've been a good boy cuz I have been pretty good in the car and sleeping without waking up daddies during the night.  But I had a couple of pee-pee accidents cuz I got too excited with all the new things I seen and new doggies I got to meet and new places I had to sleep in and forgot to tell dads I needed to go out right away.  Geez, I don't know why I let go when I got excited and I know my daddies get upset.  I guess I just wasn't thinking.  

Blackberries

I went picking blackberries this morning. I ate all the ones I picked, but daddy didn't.  A couple fell out of the bowl.

Fair game.  These things roll don't they.  But, have tongue, will get berry.

There, got it.

My deck is getting crowded.

Oh, by the way, I cleared the bed in a single bound this morning.  I think daddies are worried.  Here's me running around the backyard.  Yeah, I know my name.

I'm almost all growed up I think

Daddy says I don't take good pictures.  But I think he doesn't take good pictures.  Yeah, I'm always on the go or squirming around, but hey, it's up to the photographer to capture the moment.

This is a lovely place to lounge in the late afternoon or after dinner.

I'm content for the most part.  Still learning the crazy rules around here.  "Don't pick that up", "Spit that out", "Drop it", "Sit", "Give me your paw" (yeah, like I have an extra one), "Get in the car", "Get out of the car", "Go to bed", "Play with your toy".  I haven't heard much bad talk lately, so I guess we're all getting used to each others quirks.  And my dads have some quirky quirks to be sure.

I pretty much know how the pee-pee and poopy routine works.  I walk back and forth, they open the door, I go out and do my thing, then I wait a few minutes and the door opens and I go in.  They keep saying "Go in the woods, go in the woods".  If they want me to go in the woods they best tell me which ones.  There are a lot of woods here.  Yeah, I'm just bustin' cuz I'm a bit lazy.