I told Mom we had to write a B..A..D poem.
Why, she said.
Well…because Oz said so.
I banged out something on Mom’s puter and here it is–in all it’s badness.
(And I know you’re not.)
There is that sun
Shining down where I run.
Where is the water?
I continue to run.
My tongue hangs out
My nose seeks out…
I lap from the bowl
But know I need more.
I can sense
The river is near.
I look to my Mom
She says to go on
The river is near.
My tummy is wet
The river is cool.
I am NO FOOL.
And now I’m not hot!
That’s it, folks. What can I say???
Always eager for adventure, a day at the river with Mr. N and Mort of Dogthusiast was filled with sticks and mischief. I’m always up for a game of stick–especially if it’s thrown into the river!
Fetch and swimming go together, at least that’s what I say.
I got back to the river bank and who was waiting for me? None other than my bud, Mr. N–eager to do a little stick-stealing.
And of course, I let him.
He was all into it–and got a bit muddy in the process. :DMeanwhile, Mort found a stick of his own.
Let’s see you throw this one!
He didn’t get any takers, so I challenged him to a game of chase.I was a blur….
And we had fun!
Mr. N and I had quite a conversation about where he’d sleep while here, so I took him on a tour. The first stop was the hammock in the back yard.While comfy (or so Mom says), I vetoed it. Even with his blankie supporting him, it wasn’t a good place to sleep. Who knows what night critters are around–I know I’d be skeered!
Continuing on, we moved inside. Mr. N likes to cuddle so I had to consider the options. Certainly the kitchen and living room were out. No one slept there. The kitties were in hiding, so they weren’t any help. They don’t even cuddle with me (as if…).
Mr. N checked out the bathroom, but I told him in no uncertain terms he couldn’t sleep in my special spot. So we moved on to the bedroom where Mom and Dad sleep. Mr. N thought this was it! I’ll take it, he said. Your ol’ tub is too hard for me anyway, Sage.
So, that was settled. Mr. N had a good night and so did I!And, yes, I sleep in there every night. For now…
I hear a knock on the door and quickly go answer it. (I love answering the door because it’s always someone I want to greet and sniff.) This time it’s Mr. N and his Mom! With his blanket.
What does this mean? Mom quickly explained that Mr. N was spending the night with us.
Not prepared, I quickly run to find my “How to be a Good Dog-Hostess” book. I didn’t want Mr. N to think I didn’t know proper dog etiquette. After all…..
At first, Mr. N wasn’t too sure why he was being left. I know how he feels–I’ve had bouts of separation anxiety in the past. Hmmmm, what does my book say?
First, I took him aside and assured him we were going to have F..U..N!
Then, off for a walk.After all, there is a whole new world out there for Mr. N to explore and leave his mark! Afterwards a quick romp and a nap did the trick–Mr. N found Dad’s lap very comfy.Sleeping arrangements were the next order of business (it took up a whole chapter in my etiquette book). We had to find just the right spot. That took a little while to figure out, so come back tomorrow and see how that turned out!
While Mom’s son & daughter run the SF Marathon, I thought I’d do some running too.