Not all bulbs glow brightly.

After our long walk through the woods yesterday, we split up the family. The Daddy took our human children back home to wash up and nap, and I took Drive to the store to grab some kibble. He slept heavily the whole way there (about 20 minutes) and was obviously tired as we roamed the aisles. I saw this shirt:
Obviously, I would have grabbed it, as my beautiful friend has his own FaceBook profile. (He loves FarmVille.) But! Here is where I have a little rant. This shirt is for a chihuahua or something. It's about six inches across. The XL -- when you can find such a thing -- is usually for dogs about 45 pounds. If you are thinking to yourself, "Well, 45 pounds is quite a bit of dog!" then let me inform you that my smallest greyhound, Lanie, is 65 pounds.

Drive is about 80 pounds of gorgeous. Who do I talk to to get a chain of "Big and Tall Dogs" clothing going?

Aaanyway, we did our shopping and a nice young man offered to carry the bag of kibble to the car for me. He waited while I unlocked the trunk, and when I turned to him to say something, there was this weird WHUMP!! and the car shook. I looked frantically around for Drive, thinking for half an instant the car had been hit or something, and I found him. A little confused, but still residing healthy and whole at the end of his leash.

I am ready to go home now, Mumma.

Other than a flustered moment of trying to explain to the dozen people that witnessed Drive's jump that I do NOT make my dog ride in the trunk of our little Toyota, no one was harmed. Unless the pet store employee herniated himself laughing.

Adventure!

First Mumma tells me, "Get in the car!" So I did. Here I am telling her where to go. She didn't listen.

We went to a park with trails! Here I am on the trail. Far up ahead you can see the little guy we call "Pink Puppy," and also my daddy. It was shady and cool in the woods. We walked for a long time. I tried to pee on everything but there was so much stuff I ran out!

In the woods, there's a park that is all fenced in for doggies. Not many people know about it, and you have to walk a mile to get there! Here is a brick that Mumma and Daddy donated so doggies would have a place to run. Of course by the time we got there, I didn't feel like running.

Even though I was exhausted, they made me walk back. They carried the Pink Puppy, but not poor me!

A lot more stuff happened to me today, too. I went in some water, I went to the pet food store, and I went to a magic food window, and there was more car riding, too. Mumma says some of those pictures deserve their own posts, but for now we have tired each other out and we'll be napping in the sun.

My Teacher

"If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another."
-Tenzin Gyatso

Saving His Energy

I need a lot of rest because I have a hard job. I know I'm officially retired, but this is not really a career. This is more like a calling. This is what I was born to do, after all that running. When my Mumma is feeling bad, it's my very important job to make her smile. Yesterday she was a little sad, even though it was a day all about the mummas all over the world. So we curled up on the couch -- I held her legs down to make sure she stayed -- and we cuddled close and I let her tell me all about it. After, I gave her a little kiss and then we napped.

It sounded like a delicious bird!

Aren't I handsome? This shot makes up for the eighty-three shots before it where I refused to look at the camera. There was a bird, though. It made a noise I had to stare at. I couldn't tell where the bird was, exactly, so every time I heard it I would stare in a different direction. You gotta cover the bases.

Hi! :)

Happy Friday, Bulldozer.

This right here, this sums up my plans for the weekend although if the kids get noisy, I may move.