"The average dog is a nicer person than the average person."
~Andrew A. Rooney

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I'm a dog. Dog is good! I was born in 2007 on the day after Christmas, which makes me a late present... I live in Marin, California with my human daddy, Dan and human mummy, Angela. They wanted to adopt a rescue puppy and although they were pre-approved, the organization declined them at the last minute because they work (while also telling them that dogs are expensive to keep). Mummy and daddy were very sad but it all turned out for the best - we all got to rescue each other and they get to spend their hard earned money on me! I'm a lovable chap and enjoy swimming, snow, tennis balls, cuddling and having my tummy rubbed. Not necessarily in that order.

"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole."
~Roger Caras

Monday, September 13, 2010

Summer Holidays - More Camping Fun!


As I was such a good boy when we went practice camping, Mummy and daddy took me back country camping for the first time ever this summer. We went a few times and each time we went further into the mountains and trees. We camped next to the most amazing alpine lakes and it was so peaceful. Just daddy, mummy and me.... 

We spent all our time swimming in the lakes and exploring. There were so many new smells – it was almost overwhelming! I even went mountain biking again.... well mummy and daddy did. I ran along with them, setting the pace.




Daddy and I played hide-and-seek but I kept giving myself away because I couldn't resist the temptation to peek and see where daddy was.














I even practiced my diving skills by leaping off a 5' wall into a lake. I think mummy and daddy were a little perplexed when I launched myself in the first time but then they saw how much fun it was and threw tennis balls into the water again and again so that I could jump in after them.


At night time, daddy made a big camp fire and put a warm blanket down for me to lay next to it. It was very cozy. I have to admit that I was a bit scared at night. Without the fire, it was dark and I could smell and hear a lot of strange animals although I couldn't see them. It didn't bother mummy and daddy but I think that was because their ears and nose don't work as well as mine. I always stayed very close to the tent.




Luckily I was allowed to sleep in the tent, in between mummy and daddy. At first I was cold but mummy wrapped me up in blankets and I was very cozy. I still couldn't sleep at night though because I could hear all the night activity. So I spent most of the time wriggling about and keeping mummy and daddy awake too.









After one camping trip, my Milo wagon would not start! We were in the middle of the Sierra Mountains and there was nobody around to help us. Luckily daddy remembered seeing some lumberjacks the day before and he set off on his mountain bike to find them. It wasn't long before he came back with help. One of the lumberjacks brought a massive digger and I thought he was going to push us all the way home. Instead he connected
the two engines and kick started the Milo wagon. We were on our way in no time. 

Later that same day we went to Donner Lake and played another of my favorite games: fetch the stick from the lake. After a few goes I got a bit bored and decided to swim out towards the middle of the lake with the stick. The next thing I know, a complete stranger jumped into the water next to me and took my stick away! Then another complete stranger grabbed me by the collar and hoisted me up in the air and into a speedboat. I thought I was being dog-napped! When I looked around, I had swum a lot further than I realized. Daddy was swimming out after me and mummy was in a small boat shouting instructions to the strangers. I don't know what all the fuss was about but I sure was glad to be rescued and back on dry land. Boy were daddy and I tired after all that aquatic exercise - he had to have a beer and I slept for a whole day!!

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