I never went to a real dog party before, but Mommis took me to one tonight. There were lots of strange dogs and I was scared at first and I stood next to Mommis who is scared of nothing and also bigger than me. But then some of the dog started playing and Leeloo
came, and I ended up having a great time. I even walked into the lake
So this morning in the park all the dogs were there, so we tried to get them all in a down for a photo shoot. I do down very well ( although not so well at “sit”) and Sammy is awesome at down. So notice who is down for the shoot. Yes, Team Hardaway, a.k.a. The Blue Man Group (for our blue rave collars) Jack is at least in a sit, Xena is running toward the photographer, Amy’s down, the Bernese Mountain Jack is in a down, Moby is walking around, and Lady Leeloo seems to be unconcerned. How come WE always have to obey Mommis?
Me and Sammy love rainy days ‘
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but my girlfriend Leeloo went into heat over Christmas vacation and I haven’t been able to see her or play with her. I didn’t understand it but Mamas told me her mother didn’t want her to get pregnant. I don’t even know what pregnant is but I love Leeloo.
Well I guess she is cold again, because her daddy brought her over yesterday to spend the weekend with us and I was so excited. We played all day long. I hope she never gets hot again .I like her just fine cold.
So she takes me for a walk in the afternoon, and she decides that I’m old enough to go without my leash. So I think she trusts me. But as soon as we start she just begins to yell “heel, B2, heel” like I wasn’t already heeling. I think I am offended, but I’m a retriever and I don’t hold a grudge.
Maybe she’s mad at somebody else, and I just happen to be here.
“Alexa,” Mommis yells. “Turn the lights on.” I don’t know who Alexa is, because the only other people in the room are us, but whoever she is she does turn the lights on, and that startles us awake. I don’t know why Mommis persists in waking up so early.
I think that’s why Bruce doesn’t go with us. Sammy, of course, is just Mommis’s little shill and will go anywhere. I go, but often with a deep sigh, wishing she’d wait a little later.
It’s always good once we get out there, though. I love the park.