Home

As you've probably guessed my parents and I are home now.  They say we were out for 3 months and drove over 12,000 miles.  I don't care - whenever I am with my parents I am happy.

However, I am happy to be home.  I have my yard and I can hunt for 'possums and bark at the local logs. I can sleep in my special beds and eat from my regular dinner bowl.  I have more space to stretch out in front of the TV and more rooms to sniff.  I got to see my brother.  My parents are spending alot of time with me. 

Here are some pictures of me enjoying being home.

I am very happy to be home.  I sleep well.

Almost home

My parents say that we are almost home.  That's nice.  Tonight we are at a very nice campground where there is lots of grass to lay my tummy on.   Ummmm.  I also had a nice fire to sit by and a noisy beagle to listen to.

But before we came here my parents and I drove to a campground on a big lake - Erie? We took a ride out to a pointed white house.

I walked on the rocks on the shore and my parents took lots of pictures of me. I am very photogenic.

Well, aren't I?

I'm going to sleep.

I'm busy in Ohio

My parents have taken my Airstream in to have some work done on it somewhere in Ohio.  We were at the Airstream factory from Monday to Friday.

They have a very nice waiting room where I get to wait each day.  It is air conditioned and has a nice carpet for me to sit on.  My parents bring me water.

Many people who come to the waiting room compliment me on my good manners and my beauty.

I am also kept very busy greeting new people who come into the waiting room and protecting my parents from strange dogs who might attack them.  Here is a picture of me being busy in the waiting room.

Oops!  That must be the wrong picture.  It looks like I'm sleeping there.

Another way I help my parents

It's been very hot lately so my parents have been keeping me inside alot so I don't become a hot dog - haha.

Since I have no adventures to report, I thought I'd tell you a bit more about my daily routines and chores.

One very important thing I do is help my parents sleep!

When they go to bed at night my parents sleep better if I am in their bedroom in my bed.  I always to into bed with them and lay in my bed until I hear them making little bubbling noises.  Then I know that they are asleep and I can go to my own bed in my house.

I also help my father nap by laying on the bed with him.  My warm body and soothing sounds are so important to my father that he specifically invites me to nap with him whenever he lies down.  This is a picture of me helping my father sleep.

And I always manage to get to sleep at night!

Cabela's - a horror story

Cabela's - see the sign and note it well.  No dog should EVER shop there, nor should they let their parents shop there.  I have a horror story to tell!

You know that I love to shop and am always welcomed in retail establishments, boh large and small.  Well, today, after waking me up at 3:30 in the morning and driving for several hours, my parents pulled up in the parking lot of this Cabela's store.  I thought - shopping, how exciting- and I eagerly walked in with my father.  Then the horror began - no dogs - they put me in a kennel!  a cage!  me!  Belle!

What could I do????  I curled myself up in a ball and tried to sleep.  Hours later my parents came to get me.  I was so disoriented.  All I wanted to do was leave this horrible place!

My parents tried to make it up to me - this horror!  They game me a piece of chicken and part of a bone.  We went for a ride in my truck.  I had a nice dinner and an excellent bully.  I walked by the shore of a body of water.  However, the pain of CABELA'S remains.  Do NOT shop there.

I hope I don't have nightmares when I go to sleep tonight!

Traveling

For the past few days my parents and I have just been traveling.

I have nothing against traveling.  I get to go in my truck.  I can look out the window...

and sometimes I fall asleep, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of the ride.

What I do object to, however, is how my parents toss me into the truck like and giant bag of dog food!

It disturbs my sleep just to think about it!

A nice day ends with a FIGHT!!!

My parents again took me to one of those national park places.  Two good things about them - they do have nice scenery and there are alot of people there who want to pet me.

After we got back, my mother and I rested outside in the shade - how relaxing!  Then I went and cleaned up the remains of the big dinner that my parents and their friends had eaten.

Then, while my mother and I were taking a short walk to end this delightful day I was brutally attacked by a large dark colored dog!  Well, you can just imagine what I did!  I broke free of my leash and went after that monster!  No one can attack me and my mother like that!  I snapped and growled - I feinted and attacked.  Finally someone pulled the evil animal away from me before I could avenge myself further.

My mother was so proud of me for rescuing her that she gave me a very large bully stick as a treat.

You can be sure I slept well that night!