Do you know where my ball went?
Kristina lobbed it over my head and across the field. What I don’t understand is why she threw the ball when I was still on leash. I don’t think she was paying attention. She tossed it. I ran. She fell when I jerked the leash.
I looked back for a second, just to check she was okay, and then kept running. I had my eye on the bright orange ball as it flew through the air. I was concentrating hard. And then . . . in an instant it disappeared.
No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.
Can someone mail me another ball? By the way, Kristina wasn’t hurt during the production of this blog.
My FFL Finn has been here since Wednesday. He’s an Icelandic Sheepdog and knows all kinds of games. Dogs in Iceland must really like games. I just found out what a snowball fight is.
Kristina throws a ball at my face. I look at her as if she’s crazy. I have no idea what she wants me to do.
Kristina throws a snowball at Finn’s face. He catches it.
Can you see the snowball in his mouth? I’m getting the idea of what’s expected of me.
Kristina throws a snowball in between us and look what happens!
Finn is poised and ready. He’s concentrating on the snowball. I fly into the air. I just don’t know why.
Can you guess who caught it?
Winter is coming. I know it’s only September, but there’s snow on the ground. So what’s a dog to do. I’ve dreaming about my best friend Joe. We used to play when I was a pup. We’d roll around in the snow, chew on each other’s ears, chase each other. Joe even let me hang on to his ear, and he’d carry me.
What am I missing now? Joe doesn’t live here anymore. He lives in Italy. What a crazy dog. So I’m interviewing for new friends.
This is a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. We’re weren’t formally introduced, but we did have fun playing. He’s bigger than me, but so was Joe.
Running in the snow keeps me cool, but balls of snow get caught in my fur and between my pads. Kristina is talking about making wear booties to solve this problem. Please tell her not to make me look uncool. The other dogs might laugh at me if I look silly . . . oh, who am I kidding. I look silly most of the time, so my friends better get used to it.
All I can say is, “Woof woof,” about my week.
Kids, water toys. Life is just exciting! I’m telling my short human, Julia, to hang on as Kristina tries to paddle away from her. I end up in the water more often than the kids, and no one cares. They’re all too busy laughing at me.
Cottage life is the greatest, but I’m getting a little tired of being wet all the time. I used to be a boat dog, but I never spent this much time in the water.
Jasper and his human, Libby, go ripping by my boat on their paddle board. Jasper is one of my Friend For Life dogs. And doesn’t he look cool out there? Who knew a Springer Spaniel could be so talented.
“Wait for me,” I bark.
Now I don’t have a paddle board. I’ve got a kayak, which I love, but this board thingy looks pretty fun.
“Wait for me,” I bark again, but Jasper and Libby glide on by as if they don’t understand what I’m saying.
What kind of friends are they? Okay, still my FFL, but really, he should invite me along when he’s having fun.
If you’ve been reading, you know I’m a good dog. But don’t all dogs have issues once in a while?
I don’t beg. I don’t jump on people. I don’t bark often, okay I bark when I see a dolphin or a turtle. I also bark when Kristina goes swimming. So it’s a water thing with me.
Anyway, I’ve lost focus already because I don’t want to tell you I misbehaved. Kristina told me I had to since I only write good things about myself.
I was innocently digging in the mud when I spotted something bright yellow. Now, you say to yourself, at this point, I should have taken stock and chosen a different path forward.
Good thought, but not what happened. The next thing I know, I’m biting and tossing Kristina’s water proof camera bag. Not good, I know. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Even with Kristina telling me to stop, I just couldn’t do it.
The best thing about my human is even when she’s not happy with me, she’s smiling at me. The worst I get is, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Not so talented with discipline, is she.
Kristina hid a Christmas present for me and look what I got. A stuffed skunk. She was just tricking me about no more toys.