Some of you wonder whether I get a lot of baths and the short answer is “no”. Usually we’re at a river or some water source where I can get cleaned off before coming home. But I had the bath of the century last Wednesday after rolling in the stinkiest, vilest stuff ever (that’s what Mom said). Me? I thought it was one of the best rolls yet! Except I was taken immediately to the dog bath store and Mom kept washing me and washing me and washing me…for a whole half hour and an entire bottle of Filthy Dog shampoo. Mom said I smelled a lot better. That’s her opinion. Not mine. Oh, and Mom said there would be no pictures, even though my skin was scrubbed pink :).
We spent a quiet 4th of July…ribs on the grill and a little ball play in the back yard. Then the fireworks started. Usually I’m not affected by the noise, but half of Portland must have bought all the illegal fireworks to be had. It sounded like WWIII in my neighborhood, with bottle rockets and sonic booms going off for hours and hours. Well, I freaked out. Mom didn’t have a Thundershirt, but put my winter coat on me because it fits tight around my chest. Didn’t work. I finally crawled under the bed. And someone shot some off at 2am last night. Another night under the bed…..
Playing a little ball.
And watching this couple and their dog paddling up the river on their boards.
The man said his dog just crawled up on his board one day and has ridden ever since. I don’t think I’d ever get on one of those things. Would you?