Home Again

I'm finally home from our fishing trip. It was just great. We went away for a whole week, which is unusual, because usually we only go for a long weekend. The first few days we were there were completely dedicated to fishing. We'd get up at the crack of dawn and walk down to the river, set up our gear, and sit there for hours and hours. When I got restless, Dad would throw a stick or stone into the river and I'd fly off the dock in hopes of retrieving it. I'd swim around for a while, pretending like I didn't see it, while Dad yelled me directions. Once I got it, he'd scream with praise. There's almost no better feeling for a dog than being called "good girl" or "the best dog in the world."

Once midday passed, we'd go back to camp and make some lunch around the fire. Most times I would just be fed plain old dog food, but sometimes, if I was lucky, Dad would feed me some of whatever he was eating which was mostly refried beans, rice, and cheese, or some eggs and sausage. After we ate lunch, some days we'd go down to the river for a swim, or go for a mid-afternoon hike. Each day became progressively better and more adventurous. One time, I went on a high-stakes chase after a bunny rabbit. The chase lasted almost 30 minutes, despite Dad's screams to call me back. I was in heaven- my dog instincts kicked into high gear and there was no hope for getting me to turn around. Unfortunately for me, though, Mr. Rabbit got away, but regardless I had a blast. Dad, on the other hand, wasn't so thrilled.

Now, after a 7 day excursion in the woods, Dad and I have returned home. My brother and sister missed me so much that when I got back I had two new toys lying on my bed and a HUGE rawhide. That's been keeping me pretty occupied for the past few days, I must say. Anyhow, I had a great time on our trip and I can't wait for next year's- only 363 days to go!

Loyally,
Lola