Sure, we’ve been busy taking care of our puppy around here, but we’ve been busy with other things, too. Like jetsetting.
You may wonder, in fact, how I got SO pooped over Thanksgiving weekend at the Turkeyman’s house that I ended up like this all afternoon:
And I will tell you how it happened. See, we went out to Galveston Island State Park for some hikings one sunny afternoon — my brother, mama and dad, the puppy, the Turkeyman, and Grandma and me.
This was already QUITE exciting because the park has the most excellent muds and sniffs, but it was an extra-special day, because mama let my Chick and me run off-leash!
So we ran and ran and ran. Chick ran right, I ran right. Chick ran left, I ran left. In fact, everywhere Chick ran, I was right on his tail. I guess I think of him as a good natural leader. And he sure did lead me! He led me to many crab snacks in the tall, tall grass.
Every once in a while, mama would call us back, and we would run over to her for a little treat and a quick pat, and then she’d send us off again. And after a while, I got adventuresome enough to do my own runnings, without even following my brother! Here’s a picture of me doing an adventuring without Chick:
We ran for what seemed like hours upon days upon hours. So by the time we were done with our hike and just doing some observations from the tall observation deck, we were both falling asleep sitting up. Especially Chick.
So then we got home, and dad gave us a big hosing-down. Hosing-downs are not our favorite, but since our undercarriages were quite mudded from our adventure, we didn’t hold a grudge.
But what is a gentledog to do if his entire undercarriage is wet? This:
And then, mid-wiggle, I fell asleep. And I had sweet, sunny dreams.
