Dog Beach

Dad took me for a ride to this really cool place today. It's a beach, only it's just for dogs (they do allow people there as long as they're accompanied by a dog). The whole area is fenced in so I can't go wandering off to follow a scent trail, but that's ok because there's plenty there to keep me happy. I met a few other dogs there and we had a great time running around and wrestling on the sand.

One of them actually went into the water to chase after a toy; pretty bizarre, huh? I've seen dogs go swimming before, and quite frankly I think they have some serious mental issues. I'll go into the water up to my knees, but that's as far as I'll go.

Yay! They Came Back!

Mom and Dad came back and picked me up. :-) I'm so relieved to be home with them again. I was getting a little anxious, so I started tearing up the towels and toys that the people there had given me. But overall it wasn't a bad experience since I got three walks and three play sessions every day, and it was fun chatting with some of the other dogs there.

I'm am really tired though; it was tough sleeping with the nagging fear of abandonment and that annoying Schnauzer fella who snored like a chainsaw...

Uh Oh

Dad dropped me off at this place on Thursday and hasn't been back since. It's a pretty nice place, there are lots of other doggies and I get three walks and three play sessions every day, but I'm getting a little worried. You don't think they abandoned me, do you? I really hope not, I was starting to really enjoy living with them (except for getting squirted with the water pistol).

I'm Pooped

Wow, that was a fun weekend. It's finally warming up in Chicago and I spent most of the weekend outside. I played with Mom & Dad, chased squirrels, went for a walk with three other dogs from the neighborhood, dug a big hole in backyard, destroyed a ball, ate pond algae, and I even got to eat a tiny bit of the ribs that Dad smoked on Sunday.

Today I'm resting.

Best Toy Ever!

Like most dogs, I love my toys. The ones that squeak are fun, but the best ones involve food. I have this orange ball that Mom and Dad put bits of my food in. I have to roll it around, throw it, and spin it in order to get the food out, but my favorite trick is to toss it down the stairs.

Still Not High Enough

Being as amazingly agile as I am, I've been able to jump over that pathetic little gate that leads from the carport to the backyard. It was about 30 inches high when I first got here, and that was a piece of cake!

Then Dad made it about 36 inches, and that was a little tougher but I figured out how to get over that too! Last night I heard him say something about "48 inches ought to do the trick"... bring it on!

Well, Duh!

Mom and Dad have finally figured out that I'm much happier out of my crate while I'm alone. I guess they were worried that I might gnaw on furniture, drink cleaning products, chew on electrical cords, and pee on their bed (granted, I might have done that about 6 months ago, but I'm past that stage now).

After I escaped from my crate and was perfectly fine, I think they realized that I might do ok. So this week they started leaving me alone out of my crate for a few hours at a time, and I've done really well so far. And I'm not nearly as freaked out when they get home, either.