Catch (Up With) Me If You Can!

WOO-HOO!  All right!  My mom found that picture file!  (Don't know what I'm talking about?  Read the previous post.)  It was hidden inside another file.  She claims she doesn't know how it got there.  I tell ya, if computer keyboards were designed for paws I could do a better job of keeping track of things....  Oh, wait a minute.  What did I do with my bone?

So here's what I've been up to - not in any given order - this summer.  I've had such good times that I wonder what autumn will bring.  

(Don't tell anybody, but... I'm having such a good time I almost forget to hate my Gentle Leader!  Almost.) 

BIRTHDAY BARK IN THE PARK:  If you've never been to a dog birthday party, you've missed a good time.  Olivia - who is related to me because we were raised by the same PRs - had her party at a park near her house, and four of her doggy friends were invited.

The Birthday Girl is the one behaving herself.  Zebrina and I were, well, having a harder time being good.

The cake was made with good things!  Good things dogs can eat, that is, without getting sick.

And we romped all over the park!

AHHH, VBS:  Briefly, here's a picture of Katie, Jenna, and me when they came to my house for Vacation Bible School back in July.  (I did go one morning and stood in line, but my mom didn't get a shot of it.)

And here's one of Katie, Jenna, and their Aunt Anne.  I love all of them!

JENNA AND HARRIET, THE PARTY GIRLS:  I was invited (with my family) to Jenna's birthday party.  She's seven now.  That's, like, maybe one in dog years.  She's still older than I am!

I wasn't the only dog there.  Here is Mayzie.  She's fun!

Jenna opened presents...

... and I destroyed old balls.  Fair trade.  My mom says, "Don't you get liking balls too much, Harriet!"


SO YA WANNA GO BACK TO EGYPT:  One special day I took my PRs to Denver.  We met (of course) Megan, Jenna, Katie, and their mama.  

We did a little wandering around in the hot sun...

... and then went to a cool museum...

... to learn about a fellow named Tut.  Wouldn't Tut be a nice name for a dog?  It's short, and easy to understand.  Except that Egyptians seem to have thought more highly of cats than dogs!

Anyhow, King Tut wasn't even there for me to meet.  His picture was.  No, it's not posted here!  You wouldn't like it.  I wonder what I'll look like when I'm three thousand years old.

Everybody had a good time.  And there was a special King Tut room for children to play in, too.
 
 






While Megan...

...Katie...

and Jenna had some fun...

 

...I made some friends and showed them how lovable CCI dogs are.

TREAT AND RE-TREAT:  My PRs took me up to the mountains.  Ahhh!

My mom is in the church choir, and they were practicing music for Christmas.  I don't sing (they are glad), so I hung out with Dad, making people happy...

...enjoying the scenery, and looking at some of the wildlife.




No, I'm not dead.  I just look that way.  Why isn't "play dead" an official command?






SPEAKING OF WILDLIFE:  Here's another place my PRs and I went!

I got to ride a bus to the stadium.  There were a gazillion people there, but no other dogs that I could see.  So I knew there was something wrong with this game right away.

There were a couple of kids who thought they were hamsters.  But that's not the same.


My dad tried to get me to look at a real horse (on the field), but I couldn't smell any horse.  All I smelled were other people's snacks, which they did not drop near me (I'm not supposed to "hoover" anyhow).

My PRs brought bits of carrots for me, though.  (I'm watching my girlish figure.)

Well, so the football guys were doing this...

... and I was doing this.  The Broncos won, but I didn't quite see it.  I was, um, snoring.

My dad says I did what a service dog is supposed to do.  But I just don't think highly of football.  Now, if I could chase that ball, I might change my mind!  How about it, NFL?