Forest Fun

My grams took me a long, long way. At first I didn't know the plan...Mexico beach, cabin or Texas. I've been on many, many trips. I KNOW about packing and all that.  When my stuff gets packed  --- then 100% YOU BET YOUR LIFE, I'm in on it.

  

So here I am  oh frabjous day --   hills, trees and rocks. I can spy the cabin and  gramps is always somewhere behind me.

Lotta creatures to chase.

You gotta dig. Never underestimate digging.

Jumping, oh my lord!

Leaping....I know all this stuff.

Long time ago, in my pup days, my master put me in a boot camp and then agility training. Oh...bother, who needs all that?   I am SPRINGER.

You have to look fierce sometimes. 

Oh...a bit tired for sure.

Occasionally grampa tells me to watch and not chase.

Oh good grief...

You gotta love a little puddle.

We went to town one day.
I understand town, no problem.

Coming home, I try hard to stay awake. The grams depend on me.

Live is good.

An Incident

So you remember what a good dog I am, right?  They say it's a slippery slope (although I actually have no idea what that means.) 

Evidently I just went down it.

It happened like this:  the masters went off for a few hours. I was bored. The pantry was just a tad open. Some fairly new human treats were on a low shelf. Oh wow, dark chocolate chips, although I prefer milk chocolate. (I know because I tasted an Easter bunny ear once.)  


Long story made short: masters came home, evidence was all shredded in the floor. I got sick, sick, sick threw up all over.  For some reason they liked and encouraged me to heave.  Go figure. Really, my insides were outside of me that night.  I swear they tried to water-board me! They poured water down me like crazy. Some water stayed in -- some came out.


They say my ah, er...my poop ('scuse me, if I offend) was rather chocolaty fragrant!  I dunno, I was too sick to care. Next day I was pretty much dog-tired. They didn't tell my grams for two days.(I wanted to phone them but that doggie relay service was closed.)


A strange thing my masters kept talking to Mr Google on the laptop while I was so bad off. I mean, really, what the heck does he know about me?


As for now....it's hot so I am resting up for my afternoon swim over at Ed's.

First Day of School

The following is an email from Ella's Mom:

You want me to go where?
  

School started this week and Ella has been less than cooperative. This morning she said, " I can't go to school, my tummy hurts." So, I said "Oh, I guess you can't come jogging with me either."  She replied, "Oh, I feel better now."  So, we went jogging.

When we were pulling out of the drive way, she said "I can't go to school, I think I have a fever." We felt her nose, it was cold. We asked if she wanted us to use the thermometer to double check. She quickly said, "I feel better now." So, we headed for the school.

When we pulled up to the school to drop her off, she said "I can't go to school, I don't have my home work!" We asked her where it was. She said "I ate it." We turned around and took her home.

Guess we will try again tomorrow! 

(Ella says....Whew!)

I'm traumatized but I forgive

Here's a  shocker for you. Last week I was at the grams, as usual. My masters came over for feeding.  And while we are having our happy hour, (I love happy hour!)  there is a ding-dong at the door. Some strangers of the human nation came in to visit. I'm fine with that  but they were  holding  (this is where it gets really weird) ....a creature of my nation...a rat dog. I kid you not...a rat dog.

 It gets worse, even spooky...those humans leave the rat dog with the grams!  

That rat dog is not a big problem for  me, but...it steals everyone's attention. It steals my toy, goes out my doggie door, lifts it's leg and marks my yard, eats my food and drinks my water. Come on! I am shocked. 

Know what....I went right home with my masters. I couldn't wait to get outta there.  I figure my grams have lost their minds. 

I came back a week later and all is well. I sense that the grams are sorry about their weird behavior. I still smell some traces of rat dog but...it doesn't bother me. They came to their senses. I overheard that they found the rat dog  a very fine home. I am all for that solution. Way too many of my nation have  hard times. 

Oh, my  humans....they have good hearts. 

 You see this sneaky picture? I got caught touching my grammie's pillow. (An absolute NO-NO.)
She got up while I stayed in bed. LOL  I sure tricked her!!!

A Good Dog

Yeah, that's me. I hear it a lot. I am a good dog. I do not know what else I could be. I believe the masters use some sort of psychology on me, whatever that  means.

This is how I feel about the beach!

I take my favorite toys for rest time.

There seems to be a glitch in getting all my beach pictures. As soon as I can get my paws on them, I'll post some more. Of course you've already noticed my summer hair style. 

Meanwhile back home and at the grams, I practice my yoga moves while I look in my toy box.

I'm going to self-disclose a bit today.  I have a little issue. They call me "Monk". I have no idea what that is about. But you see here my FAVORITE little ball. OMG it just fits my mouth, it squeaks and sort of talks for me while I gently chew on it. Yum.


Well....in order to really enjoy my dinner, I need my ball. OK so this is the ritual: you nibble, crunch...then touch the ball. Again: nibble, crunch, swallow... touch or gently squeeze the ball. (Repeat, repeat, repeat.) Yes this is a MUST do. I eat most all my meals in this very pleasing manner.


Try it yourself....it's very gratifying. 
Or you can use a napkin,
 like my masters do.

Roving Reporter

Friends....I am on beach patrol. It's a lot of work. My field reports are too damp to send out. I'll be back soon. 

Stuck at Home

Lately I have not been staying with the grams very often. They told me they feel bad but they had so many projects.  What am I??? Am I not a project?  I ask you humans who know about ESS.  I'm pretty sure I am a major project.

I was over for Ed's big swim party. He lives just a jog across the street. OH - I love Eddie. I can swim for hours there. It took me days to sleep that one off! Perhaps I over-did.

But last time I had an over-night with grammie I took my blue poodle to bed.  I guess some strange things took place...grammie was snapping pix when I finally woke up.     (NO she did NOT pose me or the poodle!)

And for some reason, grammie is all excited about this
silly thing. Carry your own bags, she says. I don't have
a clue.