A Summer Weekend

 

     Now that it's fall, my mind wanders back to our summer adventures. Kobe, our humans and I were heading up north for a long weekend. At first, we anxiously noticed the suitcases coming out. But, when the Milkbone® biscuits and squeaky toys got packed, we knew that this time we were going along. 

     As we drove along we saw a motel along the road. It will remain unnamed for soon-to-be obvious reasons. Nearby there was a very nice doghouse with a St. Bernard in front. His name, Barney, adorned the house. He seemed like a friendly enough sort, but when I sniffed him he didn’t sniff back and had no dog smell! What the hay?

      Turns out he’s just a statue. But, he’s sitting in front of a perfectly serviceable dog house.  So, Barney did offer some respite for a weary traveler.  
    Well, I am the product of good breeding and I conduct myself as a lady. As such I prefer to do “my business” in private. When the opportunity arose for me to use the necessary away from prying eyes, I took it! Is that so wrong?

     I did NOT understand why everyone erupted in hysterical giggles as I discretely went in the cool recesses of Barney's home. Not to worry my dear audience, they cleaned up after I was done, but not without enjoying a good laugh at my expense. 
     Well that was the highlight of our vacation. Since I do not kayak, don’t like the water and was not offered an ice cream cone or taken out to a nice dinner, I’m afraid the trip had little to offer.  So much for another tepid adventure.

Toodles, Barcelona

 

Wood You Believe It?

I'm breathless as I write this. I almost CAPTURED A GROUNDHOG! Here's how it happened:

The other night I casually padded into the backyard, then caught a glimpse of a huge, lumbering shape.
 Instantly my drive for "prey" kicked in! I dug my toes into the turf, propelling my lithe, muscular body into warp speed. (I'm practising my descriptive writing skills here).

As I leaned in to nab the varmit, I clamped my teeth onto its tail, allowing me a first delicous taste of the creature (hmm, a fruity essence with definite woody tones as you might guess.)

As I moved in for the kill, she/he managed to waddle quickly under the hole in the fence. And....I had been so close!

This creature has been eating squash and bean shoots from the garden, taunting me regularly but always escaping under the back fence. I think there's actually an entire family back there. I was ready to pounce and end the vegetarian's voracious binging.

Now I feel like Wiley Coyote. I guess there is always next time. Wish me luck..

Toodles, Barcelona