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So let’s start off with a little follow up to my pill pocket story. We had some questions after we posted it – AND we gained some great information. Someone asked if they needed to be baked. We forgot to mention that they don’t require baking. Just roll and go. Someone asked how long the balls can be refrigerated. According the recipe, they will be good until the expiration date on the milk that you used to make them. We actually stretched that date- as her highness usually does anyway. We were thinking you could maybe even substitute water for the milk- and then that wouldn’t be an issue. But if they don’t work – don’t blame me because we didn’t try it.

Someone also wrote that coconut flour absorbs moisture more than regular flour – which is why we initially had the crumbling problem. Good to know!

And finally someone wrote and suggested a brilliant idea. They don’t even go through all the trouble of making little balls. They just make the dough, put it in a container in the fridge and then pull out a piece as needed to put around the pills. Now that’s smart! No need to roll balls! I like it!

Her highness made another batch of balls AND she also made the big dough ball. She figures the balls are handy if someone else needs to give me a pill – like Anna. But we have the big ball for her highness to use.

Not much new around here – although I hate to report I’ve had 3 seizures this month. Including one last night. We don’t know why. We never know why. Epilepsy is hard…Her highness needs to call the vet today to see what we do now about my meds…

On a lighter note, on this day in 1948, the Honda Motor Company was founded. In previous blogs we have talked about how car manufacturers use dogs to market their vehicles – like VW and Subaru. So you KNOW I had to see if Honda ever did. And I found a few examples:

This one pulls at the heartstrings because it looks at dogs with disabilities:

https://www.ispot.tv/ad/oYNj/2019-honda-cr-v-lx-random-acts-of-helpfulness-new-set-of-wheels-t2

This one looks at service dogs:

https://www.ispot.tv/ad/dk3K/honda-service-dog

This one addresses our canine ability to pick out when people may not be totally truthful…

https://www.ispot.tv/ad/7IK_/2013-honda-cr-v-growling-dog

But THIS one is really special…

https://www.ispot.tv/ad/ww0S/2017-honda-cr-v-best-friends

I think her highness got tears over that one.

Well time to check the plantation. Einstein is REALLY into the harvest. He LOVES those cherry tomatoes. He stands and STARES at her highness while she’s picking them- hoping to get a handout. I like them – but he LOVES them. The FG still uses them as marbles.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

You can smell it in the air. That sweet, pungent smell of rotting leaves. But it’s not a bad smell. It’s the smell of change. Mother Nature is changing her wardrobe, and shedding her attire. But before she does that, she puts on a beautiful display. And the show is just starting here. With several weeks until the grand finale.

Her highness LOVES the fall. And we canines do too. The evenings are cool, but the days are often warm and colorful. The fall photo shoots have slowly begun- but won’t be in full swing for a few weeks.

She came home from the dreaded Dollar store the other day. Wearing that “Do I have a surprise for you,” expression- which usually signals some kind of appalling attire. The FG is already planning his escape.

And speaking of escapes, we had some excitement on our constitutional yesterday morning. It was just after 7AM, and the sun was already up. Einstein and I reached the road and all was quiet. We were doing our typical SPAT -sniff, pee and trot and we were walking on leash, ahead of her highness. It was rather warm yesterday- a contrast from the past few mornings when she could have been wearing gloves- it was so chilly. Anyway, we’re rolling along, and suddenly, her highness is aware of heavy breathing. Right behind her! She turns around and finds Max – our neighbor who lives on the property next to us. Max is on his own. Which is very odd. Clearly he has escaped. Her highness says hello and Einstein and I swing around. We all do the obligatory butt sniffing circle dance – and we agree that all is right with the world. Max and Einstein do the play bow and start attempting to wrestle. Her highness is concerned, because traffic to the golf course will be starting- and she doesn’t want Max to jump out into an oncoming car. She decides to head back toward Max’s house- with all three of us doing circles around her. As we start heading back, she spots one of Max’s humans who is heading toward us on the road. She reaches us and explains he just took off when let out. She cannot for the life of her, catch him. He dodges her every time she tries to grab him. So we all head back toward their house, knowing he will follow. Just as we approach their driveway, who appears from the golf course but Jackson aka Pig Pen and his human! It’s a canine street party! Before 7:30 AM. To solve the problem of capturing Max, Jackson and his human go down the long driveway and right into Max’s house. Meanwhile, Einstein and I are just standing there watching a comrade being corralled. The door shuts. Busted. He is contained. We wait for Jackson and walk back up the road with him.

We have come to the conclusion that Jackson is probably the best behaved dog on the road. True – he will run off his property to greet us – but he usually comes when called. Well – unless there is a mud puddle or body of water that he spots – then even the good dog becomes deaf. I guess we all have our vices. Some of us more than others.

I think Max took off because he has fall fever. Either that, or his humans brought home a bag from the Dollar store too…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Well we now know her highness is REALLY into the retirement mode. After a summer of doing nothing- well except tending the plantation, mowing the lawn, cleaning the house, walking us, feeding us, playing with us, walking us, doing the laundry, walking us, grooming us, getting groceries, picking up our medication, taking us to the vet, walking us and spending some time with friends- she is FINALLY doing something productive. Yesterday she made pill pockets. How exciting is that? She made them once before- it was MONTHS ago – but she finally made a batch again.

For those who don’t know, between me and Einstein, we get 14 pills every day. Now if one were to use the commercially available pill pockets, which cost 12.99 for 30, you can see that we would have a BIT of a challenge – because my name is not Viktor Gates (as in Bill Gates). We do use things like white bread (without the crust) balled up around the pill- but her highness notices we tend to chew the bread. Sometimes resulting in tiny pill pieces being dropped on the floor. We use peanut butter- although I am actually learning how to separate the pill in my mouth from the peanut butter. It’s not easy and I can’t do it all the time. But it does happen. Not to mention fact that I usually end up with peanut butter in my beard. Put it in a banana? Sure but I still can find the pill. Especially the BIG ones – and I take 6 BIG ones each day. When she does use a pill pocket, I just swallow the thing whole.

So yesterday she decided to make her own. I think I talked about this once before- but it’s been a while. The recipe called for 2 Tablespoons of flour, one Tablespoon of milk and one Tablespoon of peanut butter. Simple enough. But then she never does anything simply. Not only did she double the recipe, she used organic coconut flour instead of regular flour. As if we care. You are supposed to mix the ingredients to form dough. You then roll the dough into little balls, and insert a straw so you will have a place to insert the pill. Because we are so environmentally conscious, we don’t have any straws. OK. That’s not true. We never had any straws. We were environmentally conscious before we needed to be – and didn’t even know it. Anyway, she found something in the cooking utensil draw – which holds an assortment of things she rarely uses. And she attempted to make holes.

Well. The first mix was kind of dry, so the balls crumbled. Maybe it was the coconut flour. She added milk. And more peanut butter. Now it was soupy. More coconut flour. The batch was getting bigger. All the while, the FG and I are of course, underfoot- supervising.

After much moaning and groaning and many defective balls, she finally managed to fill an ice cube try with them. They don’t need to be frozen- just refrigerated. She figured if she put them in a bag, she would end up with a huge ball of peanut butery mess. Yum.

When pill time came, she was able to insert a couple of the smaller pills into one ball. Which is a good thing- otherwise she would be going into full- time production. Hey! There’s a money-making scheme! Viktor’s balls. Wait that doesn’t sound so great. I have to think about this one…Plus I wonder if you can make pill pockets out of tomatoes…

I must confess- I DID like them. Thank goodness.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Quick update from the plantation. The tomato harvest is in full swing. And Einstein and I have discovered that cherry tomatoes are a tasty treat! Mind you, besides spinach what won’t we PONs eat? At first we weren’t sure about them – but it took about 3.8 seconds before we decided we liked them. Of course the FG was a different story…

It’s quite remarkable that we haven’t peed on the plantation. Probably because her highness watches us like a hawk if we are in the back yard. Yesterday she went to do another harvest. She has already frozen a whole tray of tomatoes and they are residing in the freezer. Every day she picks more. So when she went out yesterday, she took the FG with her. As she was gathering the crop, she handed him a nice ripe cherry tomato. I should interject here with a reminder that green tomatoes as well as the leaves and stems from the tomato plants can be harmful to us canines. We should NOT eat anything green on a tomato plant. We CAN eat red, ripe tomatoes- in moderation of course. We are allowed two each of the cherry tomatoes. That’s because we had about 4 each the other day, and while yours truly was fine, I DID pass some rather aromatic gas that night. So it’s a two tomato limit.

Anyway, back to the FG. So he gets the ripe tomato and gingerly carries it in his mouth. Then he lies down on the lawn and drops it. He nudges it with his nose. Her highness picks it up and tosses it at him. He grabs it and tosses it himself. Then he stares at it. For about a minute. Her highness tosses another tomato to him. Now he stares at both of them. He picks one up. He spits it out. He stares at both of them. This goes on for several minutes until her highness says, “OK- let’s go.” He is on a leash- and she tugs at it. He stays lying on the lawn, staring at the tomatoes. She tries again to move him. Dead , tomato-mesmerized weight. She runs to the end of the leash. Still no movement. He can’t decide what to do. He doesn’t REALLY want the tomatoes, but he doesn’t want to leave them either. After several fruitless tries, she finally gets him to move.

He comes in the house and Einstein and I are let out. We race to the backyard to see what he had – we had been watching the spectacle from the deck. We find the tomatoes and gobble them up.

The peppers on the plantation are also growing well. But the BEST are the pumpkins. OK. They wouldn’t win any weigh off for size, but they are cute. And turning orange. I can see a fall photo shoot in the near future.

Speaking of which, her highness has been rumbling something about going to the dreaded Dollar Store. And you KNOW why. Howl-o-ween. The one time of the year dogs cannot be held accountable for biting their humans. My only hope is that they don’t have anything interesting for pets to wear. Who am I kidding. She’ll find something. I think a little run away might be in order….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

We know that her highness gets these “ideas” sometimes- that are great in her mind – but which often turn out to be a bust if you ask us.

Like those brain game toys “Santa” brought us one year for Christmas. They cost a small fortune- and none of us REALLY like to play the games – we just want the treats. And we’ll destroy the games to do so. The same is true for any indestructible soft toy she has ever purchased for us. They don’t MAKE a soft toy that we can’t destroy. And remember those huge hunks of wood she BOUGHT one time. None of us chew them. We still prefer table legs.

The jury is still out on the “bargain” rain gear. I mean they keep us dry. But then she has to be prepared to walk me twice as long because I don’t like to poop wearing the suit. Yup – that was a good deal.

So when a big box arrived this week, we all wanted to see what was inside.

And the newest bargain? Paw pods. Four paw pods. Don’t know what paw pods are? Google them. They are basically dome shaped rubber things with little bumps all over them. And why would she buy paw pods? To teach the FG where his feet are. I kid you not. They are supposed to “improve your dog’s dynamic balance, independent limb awareness and coordination.” You see, when the FG moves, he floats. He looks beautiful. But when he stands still- he has no idea where his feet are. And when you are in a beauty pageant (aka dog show) , you need to look good standing still as well as moving. So she got this great idea that she could teach him where to put his feet. As soon as she took them out, Einstein and I knew we were in for some entertainment.

Well. I wish I could have operated the video on her iPhone. It would have gone viral. The instructions say that the dog should be trained to put one foot at a time on a paw pod. So her highness sequesters me and Einstein on the deck as she knew we would try to get in on the act. We watched through the glass door.

She tries to entice the FG over to the pod. He throws himself onto the floor and sniffs it. After several fruitless attempts to get him to voluntarily put one foot on, she takes his paw and puts it on. He recoils like he has stepped on a hot coal. She tries again- and gives him a treat after his foot touches the pod. By the third try, he has figured out how to make his foot go limp. So he’s not really standing on it.

So she tries another foot. Which also becomes limp. After each attempt, he runs around the dining room table and she has to catch him. This is not working.

So she pulls out a second pod. This time she straddles over him, lifts him by his front legs somehow and places his two feet on the pods. And he stands there like a statue. “Excellent,”. she shouts, “Free!” And he hops off the pods. She gives him a treat. She repeats this maneuver several times, rewarding him every time he stands there like a statue. He stands there all big-eyed – wondering what the heck he is doing.

She didn’t dare attempt to add the other two pods. She’ll need a crane to lower him onto them. We know it was the first lesson- but Einstein and I are placing bets as to whether or not she’ll get him to do this voluntarily. The FG has a mind of his own. Volunteer work is not in his resume.

Wonder how much money you can get for slightly used paw pods on EBay…..I should sell tickets to watch the next episode. Personally, I think those things would make really good chew toys…

Never a dull moment…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

For those of you following my blog for a long time, you know that I have epilepsy. For newcomers – it’s a tough disease. JUST when you think you have it under control- BOOM – I have another seizure. I’ve had epilepsy for several years now – and it is considered “controlled” if I have one or fewer seizures per month. I used to keep my seizure count on my blog. However, her highness has bad math skills and she often messed up the count! Since we are not writing every day, it would be even MORE mixed up. She does, though, still mark it on the calendar.

So you know about my seizures and you know about my meds. But I’m not sure you know about my schedule…Since before my human went on her trip, my pill schedule is like this: 7AM, 3PM, 7PM and 11PM. The 3PM and 11PM pills were added just before she went away.

We did the 7 and 7 routine for years. It often meant that her highness had to turn down social invitations if they were scheduled close to 7PM. Sometimes she WOULD give me my pill a bit early, and sometimes if she was to attend something important, she would ask one of Pig Pen’s humans to pop by and give me my pill. He is a very nice neighbor- and never seemed to mind – but at the same time, her highness hates to bug people. She hates to feel like a nuisance – even though she probably never asked more than twice a month..

And we were doing fine – until the new schedule started. Although she IS retired- the mid-afternoon pills really changed things. She has to run her errands early in the day, and go to an EARLY matinee. Now that may not SOUND so bad, but it really does change things. Like when Elroy was in the dog show. There were two shows each day. The show was about a 50 minute drive. Entering the afternoon shows was a challenge because I would miss my 3 PM pill. And when she entered the morning shows, and her group started at 8, I had to get my pill early and then she had to drive like crazy. Within the speed limit of course. Cough. Cough.

So in the past week, she decided she needed HELP. She took up the offer of several neighbors, and showed them how to give me my pills. The schedule is also written very clearly on a big sheet on the cupboard door.

Yesterday her highness was going with two neighbors on a little boat trip to an island that she had always wanted to visit. They would be gone from 9-4. So now what? Well. We have a new girlfriend. Her name is Anna. She lives on our road, and she and her mother came by the other night. Anna LOVES animals- and it’s very evident. As soon as she came in, yours truly was all over her. And usually I’m kind of aloof, until I get to know someone. I’m a typical PON. Anyway, I was NOT aloof with Anna. I thought she was cool. We ALL did.

Anna gets home from school each day at 2:30…. So Anna learned how to give me my pill. And she was shown how to let us out into the fenced side yard for a pee. Although, her highness said she didn’t HAVE to do that yesterday- the pill was the main task.

Well I’m here to tell you, Anna did he job VERY well yesterday. AND she let us out too. We love her!

During the dog show, another neighbor had also given me my pill. And another one has also offered to help and we just need to show her how to do it.

As I said earlier, her highness hates to ask for help. But sometimes- you just NEED it. And that line – “It takes a Village..” could never be more true! And more amazing…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Not too much new on the home front after all the excitement of Dorian. Yesterday morning was a typical garbage day Wednesday. So her highness’ monologue during our morning constitutional sounded like this. “Viktor. Viktor. No. Stop! No. Don’t pee on the neighbors’ garbage can. Frodo. Frodo. Noooooo peeeeee there. Whoa. Whoa. (While she is pooper scooping). Whoa. WAIT. Viktor leave it. LEAVE IT. (While I attempt to grab something on the road that must have come from someone’s garbage can.) Leave it. Whoa. Frodo – that’s three poop bags for you alone. WHAT did you eat? Elroy. Elroy. Leave it. LEAVE IT. Yes – that’s where Frodo peed. Leave it! But wait – don’t pee there…” This monologue continues for 50 minutes of walking. We love Wednesdays.

Yesterday her highness did something that retired people can do. She went with a friend to see a movie matinee. They went to see a movie called the Peanut Butter Falcon. I like peanut butter. I would have probably enjoyed the movie. Not that I was invited. Anyway, both her highness and her friend very much enjoyed the feel good film.

And speaking of feel good movies, there will be a movie coming out soon starring Tom Hanks. It’s all about Mr.Rogers- that famous American children’s tv show star. He hosted 900 episodes of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood from 1968 until 2001. Mr. Rogers, with his calm, sincere manner, was a genuine “good guy.” He talked about kindness and sharing and equality. And he wrote books for children – including one entitled: When a Pet Dies. He even talked about losing a pet on his show. You can Google the episode.

Mr Rogers also talked about walking the dog. Here’s a sample of his mild-mannered, pleasant approach to going for a walk. Note he isn’t doing an unending monologue with the dog….

https://www.fredrogers.org/frc/news/mister-rogers-dog-walking-his-neighborhood

Her highness is looking forward to the Mr. Rogers movie. I wonder if THIS time I can go along….

Time for our morning walk. No garbage cans this morning. Unless someone forgot to bring their’s in. We can only hope!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

And she found a trail of soggy spinach….

Our little world returned to normalcy on Sunday night – when our power was finally restored. Well -as normal as our house gets.

Luckily for her highness, our neighbors graciously fed her all weekend. And while she was at their place on Sunday evening, finishing her THIRD meal with them (seriously- how lucky can you get?), the power suddenly went back on. Everybody did the happy power dance.

Her highness is certain her intentional camping days are long over. She likes running water. She likes walking into the closet and turning on the lights (which she futilely did multiple times in the 30 hours the power was out – and she moaned every time she did it), and she likes knowing that the food she is eating from the fridge is still safe to eat. That’s one of the advantages of kibble.

She walked home to a house all lit up- as it had been when the power went out Saturday afternoon. We joyfully celebrated her return (which we do even when she goes to the bathroom) and she gave us all a treat. She went and reset all the clocks in the house. And then, just as she was about to fix us a snack, the power went out. How to burst a human bubble. She thought at first it would go back on. And it did. For a few seconds. And then it went off. On it went for a few seconds. And off it went. But this time it didn’t come back on. She sat down in the dark, with three canines trying to cheer her up.

After about an hour, just before she was ready to go to bed, the lights came on again. And this time it was for good.

We were actually lucky. There were still people without power yesterday- and no doubt there are still people without it.

Yesterday her highness came home after an appointment with her doctor. The whole blood pressure fiasco has made her take a serious look at her diet. She has a terrible salt vice- she loves it. Give her a choice between a candy bar and a salty treat – and the salty treat wins every time. She needs to watch it.

Anyway she had stopped at the grocery store – and she had bought ingredients for a nice salad. She bought spinach, some dried cranberries and some sunflower seeds to mix in her salad. To that she added some tomatoes fresh from the plantation. While she was making her salad, she had three chef wannabes watching her. So she tossed us some baby spinach. I ate one piece, as did Einstein, but we didn’t REALLY crave any more. The FG couldn’t even be convinced to try it. Her highness tossed a few more pieces to us. And she busied herself with her other ingredients. Einstein and I liked the cherry tomatoes. The FG couldn’t be bothered. When she went to sit and eat, she looked down and found a trail of baby spinach. Soggy baby spinach. Clearly it’s not a favorite. And that’s saying a lot – given that we PONs are canine carburetors.

We’ll see how long this healthy eating kick lasts. She’s also planning to exercise more – which we canines interpret as more walks for us. Mind you, I’m not sure when Einstein goes ballistic on a walk when he sees someone, that it reduces her highness’ blood pressure. Let’s face it- just living with us three COULD affect someone’s blood pressure. Guess we’ll have to behave more. Cough.

Oh and by the way – you know MY habit of eating pillowcases (speaking of bad behavior). Well on Sunday morning, when her highness emerged from the bathroom in the morning, ready to take us for our walks, she sees (in the dark) Einstein is on the bed. She has her flashlight and she shines it his way. And what is HE doing? Why chewing a hunk of the duvet. Busted. The GOOD dog. She of course says the magic four words, “What did you do?” He hops off the bed, shakes himself off and trots in the other room, ready for his morning walk. Is it any wonder her blood pressure is high? Good thing she loves us….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

So we canines have lived through our first official hurricane. It’s a stressful event (for humans) – but for us canines, it wasn’t all that bad. That being said, we added to human stress BEFORE the storm even hit!!! No wonder her highness needs to watch her blood pressure.

It all started in the morning. We got up early to beat the hurricane. In fact, when Einstein and I went out for our morning constitutional, it wasn’t windy and the rain was like more of a mist than real rain. It didn’t matter that the precipitation level was barely measurable- we were still outfitted with the new rainwear. Clearly her highness was going to get her money’s worth with those suits.

We trudged along in our attire. And just like our last outing while wearing “the suits,” yours truly refused to poop. We walked up and down the road. We walked behind the house on the trail to the lake. I didn’t want to go. And of course, you know that her highness WANTED me to go – BEFORE the hurricane hit. But I didn’t care. She begged. She pleaded. And in a tease, I would walk back and forth LOOKING like I was about to go, and then I would stop. In final desperation, she loaded me into the car and drove me up to the public trail. We walked through the mud (which she earlier refused to do) and within 1 minute, I produced the deposit she had been waiting for. Just like a jackpot at the casino. She was so excited. I’m telling you, humans are so weird.

She took me home and then, took out the power pooper. The FG. I should note, HE wasn’t wearing a coat. Even though it had started to rain by now. Well I’m not sure what was up with Mr. Poop- but he went up and down the road- and didn’t go either! And he couldn’t use a coat as his excuse. So they trudged up to the golf course. In the rain. He trotted along – VERY happily. He doesn’t care about rain.

They did a good long walk. With no jackpot. By now, her highness’ blood pressure was creeping up. She JUST wanted us all pooped out before the hurricane started. She begs and pleads with him too. No results. So she comes home, puts him in the car – and again drives up to the trail. About 30 seconds in (past the mud puddles), he produces. Of course HE isn’t wearing a suit, so he requires a mud rinsing in the tub when he gets home. Good times.

The winds and rain really started picking up by the afternoon. At one point, we went out for a quick pee – and although we weren’t out for more than 2 minutes, we were all drenched.

It came to late afternoon, and the neighbor next door asked her highness if she wanted to come to dinner. They were barbecuing in the garage, and they are also lucky to have a propane stove in their kitchen. The wind and rain were crazy by this point – Dorian had arrived- and our power was out. Her highness accepted the kind invitation and the neighbor even drove down to pick her up! During the meal, the weather completely calmed down. I guess it was what they call the eye of the storm. At 7, my human was able to walk home (I needed my medication) and the wind was again beginning to start up. We basically sat around in the dark until bedtime, listening to the sounds of the wind and rain again.

Today we’ll survey the damages to trees and bushes. When her highness came home from the neighbors’, the ground was covered in leaves and sticks. We love sticks – so we can “help” with the cleanup. Sure we can….It’s just starting to get light out – time to check things out.

The most important thing is that we all survived (even wearing the dreaded apparel) and we are safe and sound. OK – maybe not sound…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

So we’re waiting for Dorian. Yesterday morning, the weather guys were saying, just watch out. It could maybe be windy and rainy. By last night, they were saying people should evacuate- and it was a Category 2 Hurricane. Then when we woke up this morning, they had changed it at midnight to a Category 1. Forecasting is such a reliable science. Cough.

So now we wait for the power to go out. We have lots of batteries. And really, we dogs can easily find food in the dark with our noses. So we’ll be fine.

Hey. Did you know I’m a prize? Of course you did. No – but really – I’m a prize!!! Seems her highness was scrolling through Farcebook ( that’s really what it should be called. People post all kinds of marvelous things making other people think the poster has a perfect life. But it’s really NOT perfect. But readers get depressed looking at other people’s “magical lives.” They do psychology studies on this. So it should be called Farcebook!). But I digress. Phew.

Anyway, her highness sees some prizes for a dog show in Europe. Check the posting;

Well her highness does a double take. Does this photo look familiar?

Yup. It’s me! And it sure looks like it’s me on those prizes!!!!!!

Now her highness didn’t KNOW my photo was going to be used. And frankly, we ARE flattered. She did write to the person who posted the prizes though, and mentioned that although she is happy I’m on the prizes- it’s always a good idea to ask permission first if you’re using someone else’s photo. She ALWAYS lets people use our pictures if they ask. But it IS a good idea to ask….someone else COULD be really unhappy.

Anyway, the people who used the photo said they could mention me at the show! Closest I’ll ever get to being in the spotlight!!!

Her highness thinks it’s rather funny that I should be the “face” of Rally or obedience. Kind of ironic, isn’t it???

Well time to put the rain suits on. Before Dorian really comes to call. We aren’t going far today…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.