Either, I haven't been very funny lately or my Mom (who does the updates for me) has been way too busy... so it's been a really long time between posts.
Recently, Ruben & I got to go on a couple of trips. For real... in the car, long drives, all of that. (We weren't always good about traveling in a car - we had nervous stomaches, but we got over that.)
The first trip was to Portland to stay with our sister who was about to have a baby. Mom & Dad stayed in an apartment in their building. The first time they left us alone in that place, we couldn't help but bark and bark and bark. We were a little scared that they wouldn't come back. Not sure why... they always come back, but still we were in a place we didn't know and were left by ourselves. Really? What were they thinking. Then, somehow, when they got back they already knew we had been noisy and got scolded for being naughty. What do you mean a baby was trying to sleep next door? Nobody told us that.
Well, any other time that they left us from that point on, we got to stay at sister's house and hang out with our friend, Tucker. That was sooooo much better.
At home, we have our yard... you know, to do our business in. In Portland, well, that's a different story. I'm so not an urban dog. I wasn't meant to poo on concrete. So degrading. That's really the only part of this trip I didn't like.
About three weeks after getting home from that trip, we got to go on another trip. This time to this place called the Ocean. I've never been there before. We got to stay in a house with our Mom & Dad, Mom's sister and her husband and our Omi & Papa.
We never got left alone and were always around "our" people. That was fun! Everyone told us that we were really good. Whew!
The weather was pretty nasty for most of the weekend, but we did get to go for one walk on the beach. We were on leash most of the time. I find those so restricting. Mom says that I "mush". I think she means that I try to run even when she's holding me back. When a girl wants to run, a girl wants to run.
Well, we were walking, walking, walking and all of a sudden I realized I was no longer confined to the end of the leash. I was freeeeeeee! So, I ran and I ran, and I ran. Boy, did I love that. I would chase after Papa, then over to Omi, then back to my Mama. So much fun. Hopefully I get to do that again some day. Luck for me, I listen when Mom tells me to stop and stuff. Maybe, just maybe she'll let me taste freedom like that again.
I'll try not to take so long for future updates. See ya!
