Me!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Best Day Ever! My First Real Escape
I like adventures.
Sometimes I make my own adventures without permission.
I can't help it, I am a dog after all.
My very first Real Adventure was spectacular. It was my second ever road trip. (After my first road trip to a wedding up North, and 16 hours in the car, my mom ordered a new car for me because she didn't like me breathing in her ear when she was driving.) Anyway, our new car came in a month early, so we headed North to Gramma & PawPaw's house to pick it up.
I had a fun time visiting Gramma & PawPaw for the first time, I got lots of extra love and had fun playing in their big back yard. While I was playing in Gramma & PawPaw's yard I decided to climb the wood pile. At first I was just checking out the view, but then I had an idea...
Right then my mom came out to check on me. I did the only thing an adventurous pup would do, I jumped over the fence and took off like a lightning bolt. My mom, Gramma and PawPaw all started chasing after me I ran here and there and everywhere. I run fast. Really fast. Like cartoon speed fast. My mom was not impressed, but Gramma and PawPaw thought it was fun to chase me around.
I ran all the way to my mom's grade school and then back to the house, then up the hill behind the house then back to the school, then to the old foundry, then up and down and all around PawPaw's side of town. They chased me on foot, on bikes and in the cars. I just ran and ran and ran, it was so fun to be free to run.
Then, all the sudden there was an awful noise and I stopped dead in my tracks and ran straight back to Gramma and PawPaw's house (Gramma blew an airhorn and for some reason that made me stop and take notice). Gramma and PawPaw laughed and laughed, mom didn't think it was so funny, but was so happy I was home safe.
All the sudden my paws started to hurt and my mom noticed that I had run so much that I had worn down the pads on my feet and they were bleeding. PawPaw checked me out and said I was ok, but he said I needed to be bandaged up. That was not fun. He cleaned my paws and put uncle's old socks on me so my paws would heal and I wouldn't mess up our new car.
It was humiliating. But for your entertainment here is a picture of my pitiful self.
You think that's funny? Well I don't. PawPaw laughed and laughed and laughed because he said I walked funny. This is one of his favorite pictures, he has it hanging over his desk and he says it always makes him smile. PawPaw calls me Baxter, I don't know why, but he does. I love my PawPaw.
This is me resting with my cute cousin before my adventure, I like to cuddle almost as much as I like adventures.
I can't believe how long it's been since I found my new family and had my first adventure. That first adventure seems like yesterday, but it's almost been 5 years! Oh the adventures I've had since then...
Sometimes I make my own adventures without permission.
I can't help it, I am a dog after all.
My very first Real Adventure was spectacular. It was my second ever road trip. (After my first road trip to a wedding up North, and 16 hours in the car, my mom ordered a new car for me because she didn't like me breathing in her ear when she was driving.) Anyway, our new car came in a month early, so we headed North to Gramma & PawPaw's house to pick it up.
I had a fun time visiting Gramma & PawPaw for the first time, I got lots of extra love and had fun playing in their big back yard. While I was playing in Gramma & PawPaw's yard I decided to climb the wood pile. At first I was just checking out the view, but then I had an idea...
I ran all the way to my mom's grade school and then back to the house, then up the hill behind the house then back to the school, then to the old foundry, then up and down and all around PawPaw's side of town. They chased me on foot, on bikes and in the cars. I just ran and ran and ran, it was so fun to be free to run.
Then, all the sudden there was an awful noise and I stopped dead in my tracks and ran straight back to Gramma and PawPaw's house (Gramma blew an airhorn and for some reason that made me stop and take notice). Gramma and PawPaw laughed and laughed, mom didn't think it was so funny, but was so happy I was home safe.
All the sudden my paws started to hurt and my mom noticed that I had run so much that I had worn down the pads on my feet and they were bleeding. PawPaw checked me out and said I was ok, but he said I needed to be bandaged up. That was not fun. He cleaned my paws and put uncle's old socks on me so my paws would heal and I wouldn't mess up our new car.
It was humiliating. But for your entertainment here is a picture of my pitiful self.
I can't believe how long it's been since I found my new family and had my first adventure. That first adventure seems like yesterday, but it's almost been 5 years! Oh the adventures I've had since then...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)