Back from Brrr Mont!

And boy are we tired! (As you can see, I get tired a lot in Brrr Mont but I'm a little too big to fit in the coffee table now.)

We had a long weekend celebrating P-Daddy's birdday and the USA birdday (although I always thought the BIG birdday came in November). It was great, because I got to play baby puppy with Mommy, which I love to do. 



People usually think since I am such a large boy that I'm a grown up dog, but really I am just a puppy still. My sister Spirit just got her CANINE GOOD CITIZEN and she is off competing in beauty contests all over the place and winning them! Congratulations, Spirit! Me, I am working on my Canine BAD Citizen. I have all sorts of Addled Less Sense going on, and even while I get better at some things, I "forget" others. On July 4th we went to the Beach and P-Daddy remarked how there is only a 1-letter difference between being a "pet" and a "pest." I was being the latter. So much so that I lost my off-leash privileges for a while. There were so many children I didn't know who to play with first, and so I ran up to them to see who would play with me. They got scared. One girl got so scared when I came up to her that she grabbed her daddy right by the you know whats. Her daddy yelled really loud and everybody else was laughing, I don't know exactly what was going on there...

Then this boy was going to play with me and I was standing right in front of him and he threw a thing over my head for me to chase. So I turned around to chase it and --- oops --- knocked him over with my butt. Luckily he was ok and his parents were ok with it. Then some other kids were collecting salamanders in a bucket and I had to see what was up (and drink some salamander tea). Then I chased a jogger, and there were NO dogs to play with. Mommy and P-Daddy brought the camera but they didn't even take it out once because they were trying to make me behave. There were just too many people and not enough dogs. 

We went back to the beach the next day, really early, and I played with a bunch of dogs including a Brrrnese Mountain Dog that made me look little, and a little dog named Max who looked like a little black fox and who came from a place where someone named Katrina had made a terrible mess. Max looks a lot happier in Brrr Mont and we played and ran all over the place. 

And then... TODAY WE WENT ON THE MOUNTAIN! And I have to say that little T-Bone is quite an inspiration. We smelled some flowers, we got caught in a little thunderstorm, and then we found a lovely mud pool. T-Bone, little grasshoppah, let me show you how it is done:

Step 1: Safety first: Test the depth of the mud puddle before jumping in.


Step 2: See if some gentle digging makes it deeper. 

Step 3: If the puddle is appropriately-sized, you can put all 4 paws and snout in. And start playing. I think the rest of these pictures are self-explanatory. 







NOTHING BEATS A GOOD DIGGING AND SPLASHING! 







Our glossy white coats show really dark mud the best. The contrast is really quite striking.

Spirit, good luck next weekend! Your dirty white boy brother sends lots of love your way.  (P.S. Maybe a mud bath would be a good beauty treatment for you before your next show?)