… Who the Hell is Betsy?
Sorry! I couldn’t resist. Mom has been waiting to use that line for ages and can never find a place to put it, so I am taking care of it for her. Aren’t I nice? I think so.
Oh boy oh boy oh. We got to see our family in Pennsylvania again. Great walks, yummy food, and lots of lovin’. We parked our little house at the same campground we stayed at before and I got to see my old horse buddy who lives down the road a ways. We got some good walking in, including all around a farmer’s cornfield… until he put down some wonderfully stinky fertilizer and Mom refused to walk close to there again. She can be very picky about some things. Oh well, her loss.
Our best walks–on miles of wooded trails loaded with great, Mom-approved smells–were in a couple of really big parks with my Aunt and Uncle. They are so cool, mostly because they are happy to be directly related to a sweet doggie like me. They made a point of noticing what a model citizen I have become. We passed lots of other doggies, and I behaved way better than 90 percent of them! I reserve the right to “behave” any way I want to with the last 10 percent.
Then we had another road-trip day and today… Well, today we made it back to my boy! He’s actually a man now, but he’ll always be my boy. Just like I’ll always be his pup. He is handsome and tall and sweet. And he says I don’t stink this time like I used to. Stink… ha! As if that’s something bad! Ah well, I’ll let that slide. I am nothing if not generous.
Anyhow, Mom says we’ll be here for a good spell and we’ll see lots of our old friends. OH! I DO hope Xolani and Arabia come to play! I love my Mom and my boy, but they don’t get me like those poodles get me. They think I am magnificent and glorious. A doggy of the world. Road-doggie. Horse-friend. Full of romance, mystery, and edge! And they adore my smell.