I have a new game. It’s called Cat Watching. You count home many cats you see in one day. Whoever sees the most wins.
Kristina allows me one bark per cat. That’s how she knows how many I’ve seen. I’m not very good at counting, but she is. And she’s very honest when keeping score.
So far, I’m winning the game.
Did you know if I don’t get enough time out here?
I end up getting into mischief in here.
I’m the kind of dog who likes to be included in every activity.
It’s summer. We’re in Canada at the Lake. There’s a boat. There’s a tube. There’s flat water.
I know what’s coming.
“Can I go? Can I go? Can I go?” I bark.
Kristina rolls her eyes at me. Yes, she actually rolls her eyes. I take that to mean my question is so silly it doesn’t warrant an answer.
But I’m too smart for her, and I jump before she can get me.
One of my humans, Oliver, doesn’t seem to mind sharing the tube with me, but here comes Kristina.
I’m thinking, boo hoo, it’s back to the dock for me, but she surprises me and lets me come in the boat for the adventure.
At least I get to howl at the kids with they fly behind the boat.
Humans are silly and they do silly things.