Daisy is 12 weeks old and is golden retriever-ish we already love her.
When I play in the sprinkler water. Doesn’t she understand that I am a water dog? And she calls me that name “BeeWee” that rhymes with PeeWee. I am embarrassed by that. I much prefer “Bupsta,” but she won’t call me that. Only B2, BeeWee, and Beeks.
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?