So, I haven't been able to make any posts lately, as I'm sure you all have noticed. The first weekend in May we took a family trip. I love to go places in the car! Friday the 4th we left early in the morning to go to Seattle. My Uncle was getting married the next day and my parents didn't want to miss it. I get the whole back seat all to myself now, my parents finally figured out that I actually will stay in the back seat if its not half filled with my crate, or if I have to share the back seat with there human things! Anyhow, back to my trip....The picture on the left there was taken at some rest stop in Oregon. We all had to use the potty, well, me mostly. I was not allowed to go into any of the buildings so my Dad waited in the car with me while my mom used the restroom. Then I guess my Dad had to use the restroom too because he left me in the car by myself, but locked the doors so I would be safe. I wish that I could have gotten out because I saw that truck, and I know that there were things in that truck for me! Now, if only I could get to that truck! I thought that if I could break free from the car, I could open the back of the truck and sneak in before anyone noticed that I was gone. Well, my Mom came back first but was locked out because my Dad had the keys. She saw that I had my eye on that Nylabone truck and it was like she could read my mind!
The least she could have done was to go and ask the truck driver if he had any free samples to give to good little dogs! But now all I have are these useless pictures taken of the truck, way to tease me Mom and Dad! All in all it was a good trip, I got to play with my cousins and see my Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles! And I had a yard to play in and other dogs to talk to while I was in the yard! We left on Sunday but didn't get back till late, so I am just now catching up on all of the things that dogs like me should be doing (chewing, sleeping, digging, etc..) I have some pictures that I will be posting when I get some more time on the computer, I have to wait my turn so I usually get it after my parents are done...Don't they know that what I need to write is really important? Hey, at least this isn't a post about the start of my life of crime, starting with me stealing the Nylabone truck and speeding off into the sunset (and living happily ever after!)