Hi! Scooter here. Mom’s napping because we went to the:
It is an event just for dogs and the people that drive them there. I’ve been going for a lot of my life every year starting with last year.
There are lots of people and lots of dogs. It is held in Frankenmuth, Michigan. And it was a really beautiful day, about 60 degrees out.
I did really well last year. This year I had a nutty in the car. I just got so excited I started barking. I rolled my eyes back in my head and jumped around and jumped out of the car several times in the parking lot because there were other dogs nearby. I love other dogs. Or I am afraid of them. I’m not sure which sometimes. Their people were afraid of me and they scooped up the little ones they could carry away because they probably thought I was mean or something. People with big dogs made them walk away from me.
We parked in a field. We had to walk from the car to the sidewalk. That took about 15 minutes because we had to start over every time I threw my body at another dog, which was a lot. Mom was very patient and didn’t let me get away with anything.
Then we walked a long way to the actual Dog Bowl on the sidewalk with other dogs. Every time I pulled Mom’s arm out of the socket, I got a leash correction and we did an about-face. It was really crowded so sometimes we just got out of line, circled a tree and got in line behind somebody else and their dog.
By time we got the actual Dog Bowl (place, not dish) I was calming down. I stopped throwing myself at the other dogs and just leaned a little to sniff.
Mom was more happy. Me too. First stop was the play area. I sat and waited for Mom to open the door. Then I trotted right in politely. I got to run around without the leash and meet all the other dogs. They smelled GREAT! I didn’t bark once. I fetched and chased, and peed on some of the plastic furniture because other dogs did before I got there and I thought that was OK. Mom yelled really loud. Now I know to hide so Mom can’t see me do that. I also tried to climb into a lady’s lap. She was very surprised. Mom apologized. Poor Mom. It’s not OK to try to climb onto the picnic table either. Mom shot me with the hose. (For “fun” not because I tried to get on the table.) She said I could go in the wading pool, but I didn’t want to. I got slimed by other dogs. It was way fun. And then we left.
We walked around all the booths past hundreds of dogs. I was VERY GOOD.
Mom asked the lady if I could pose for a picture with her and I did. Mom said I looked like a typical male when a pretty girl goes by. I’m not sure what that means, but Mom giggled when she looked at the picture and I like hearing her giggle.
Later we saw her again with her purple friend who had red painted toe nails.
Mom said I shouldn’t worry because I will always be a blonde.
We walked around some more and saw other dogs. Mom said they were sheep.
They did shows with black and white dogs that ran at them and moved them around the big field that “regular” dogs like me were not allowed in said Mom. They are resting in the picture after being chased. I think they thought I was very handsome which is why they are all staring at me except the two in the back that are nearsighted.
Mom said we might go back tomorrow if her arm feels better and if I promise not to have a nutty. I’m getting kind of sleepy now so I’ll say so long. Or, “sew” long. (Quilting humor. I know who buys the kibble.) Love you, Mom.
PS: Mom took me back the next day (today) and I ran the Doggie Dash de Lure. It is French for “chase after black and white plastic tied to a wire on pulleys that looks a lot like a skunk but doesn’t smell.” The announcer made fun of me because I loped. He called me a “gentle giant.” I had no idea what was going on. I ran at the very end and Mom and the lady tried to catch me but they couldn’t and then I escaped and then I went back on the track and tried to run it backwards. In my second try (you get two) I was doing OK, but slow, until another dog thought it was his turn and he chased me so we both ran. (I think I won.)
More fun than that was a stop at Sweet P’s Organic Pet booth. We went their last year when I learned all about elk antlers. They are safe for dogs, taste great, clean my teeth, and don’t stain the carpet. I just can’t drop them on Mom’s feet because she doesn’t like that.
I met Sara Naragon who asks the elks to grow big fat antlers for me to chew. You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org That’s her in the picture. Please tell Sara that you heard about elk antlers from me, Scooter, and she’ll pick out extra nice ones for you too. (See mine on the ground there?)
We are home now. I need a nap.