It seems like its been raining for 40 days and 40 nights here in the Seattle area. NOT my favorite weather conditions. Yesterday was pouring all morning so instead of going to the dog park, we went to see my doc. Mom has been checking out my poop again (isn't that some mental disorder?) and my doc gave me some special food and some pills. He said I (or make that mom) should be feeling better in a few days.
This morning when I woke up mom at 0530 (!!), the sun was shining. I was all psyched to go to the dog park. But about 5 minutes later, it started raining (BOO!!!!) We waited a while until the rain let up, and then went. It was still a little wet, but I totally forget about it when I'm with my furriends.
Especially when I'm playing with my best bud, Memphis.
After playing with him for an hour, I'm pretty much wiped out the rest of the day.
Keep your paws crossed for me that it doesn't rain again tomorrow morning so I can go play again!
We went to visit my Pop-pop. It's a 2-hour drive to get there, so mom took me to the dog park first where I played with my friend, Memphis. Then, I slept the whole trip. When we got there, I was ready to stretch my legs. We went for walk, and I saw bald eagles and deer.
I guess that's Canada behind me. I think it looks like a huge mushroom cloud.
We went to the dog park up there, and there was only one other dog, but we had a blast. I was ready to sleep, but mom brought the small crate and it wasn't comfortable at all. So I woke her up at midnight and then she let me sleep on the bed with her (another first!).
The next day, I went for a little run with Pop-pop:
Then we saw this doe and her little fawn in his yard.
Of course, I barked at them the whole time:
Mom said next time she'll bring my big crate.
I hope she forgets it so I can sleep on the bed again!
Don't worry....no detailed photos of that included. I've had a tummy ache the past few days. Mom really freaked out yesterday when I wouldn't eat breakfast (VERY unlike me to turn down food). So, dad took me to my doc, who gave me something called 'PROBE-EYE'-oticz. I was gonna tell my doc, "Wait! It's not that end that's having the problem!" But apparently, it's supposed to help my tummy feel better. Here's a pic of me and dad.
Don't worry dad. I got your 6!
Mom said those meds must be working cuz I'm back to my ornery self and my poop looks more normal. Personally, I think it's weird that she looks at my poop, but whatever makes her feel better!
What a great day it turned out to be. I started it by waking mom up a 0500 (!!!) cuz I had to pee, then letting her sleep for a whole 'nother hour until my usual wake time of 0600. We got to the dog park before 0800. My best bud, Memphis, showed up and we had a blast playing:
Then the most bizarre thing happened...
I HAD AN ALIEN ENCOUNTER AT THE DOG PARK!!!!
What the heck is this weird curvy-necked thing?! Definitely NOT from this planet!
Later on, I got a flossie for being "such-a-good-dog" today.
Even dad was happy with me for being so good all day long!
Closing with a picture of one of the katz, since I guess they're part of this blog, too.