The warm weather is back. I’m an all weather dog. I like warming myself in the sun and I like resting my somewhat hairless underside in a nice patch of snow too. Either way; doesn’t matter.
Mom hates winter. She’s not too fond of summer either. She finds fall depressing because it’s only going to get colder. Spring is good. She likes spring. If it’s not too cold or too hot. Seventy-one degrees and she morphs into an Outdoorsy Woman. Until the wind blows. Then she whines.
Now that Mom can stand to walk outside, I get to come to the Mall too. I find this very exciting. I am very good at walking. We just go in the parking lot around the outside edge of the Mall, but away from traffic. Unless it’s too cold then we cut some parts out and walk closer to the buildings.
Mom sometimes gets tired of holding my leash. Sometimes she makes Debbie hold it. Most of the time she let’s me walk myself.
Mom cut off my tail with the camera in this candid shot. She’s so inept with technological things.
Here’s a better view where you can see my tail. I am wagging.
Mom rarely photographs my best side. Out the four sides that I have, my rear is my favorite part of me. I have a beautiful butt with long flowing golden retriever feathers. If you even come over to see me I will back up into you (so you can see my rear) and then turn around and look at us. I am very flexible.
If you’re curious, I always “go” before I leave home. Mom taught me to pee and poop on command. Mom always has “dog bags” in the car just in case, but I don’t leave presents unless I’m told to. When we go overnight someplace, Mom says I can leave some; so I do. Mom always picks them up. But sometimes there’s no place to put my presents so Mom takes them home to throw away.
Mom would like to take this opportunity to apologize most profusely to any citizens driving down Miller Road about 4 years ago when it started to rain that one day when she forgot we were hauling presents. We’re very sorry. Very sorry indeed.
Oh, in case you can’t read the sticker on the car, it says:
My Golden Retriever is smarter than your Honor Student.
(Can’t say the same for Mom.)