Well, we closed up camp. It was a little odd when guests stopped arriving~ you know the meet & greet is a prime portion of my job as a black dog camp ambassador! However, with the weather turning colder and days getting shorter, I have to admit to being happy to spend more time in my super cozy bed.
When Porter died, mom got me a stuffed hedgehog toy. She knew how sad I was and thought I might want a new cuddle buddy. I had nothing to do with it. I missed Porter and his silly dance. I missed licking his ears, even when I knew he didn’t want to admit he liked it. I missed him. Its now been almost two months since he has been gone and, although I still miss him very much, I now have my new friend Hedgy.
I have to say, that while I am enjoying Puerto Vallarta, it is HOT. And more than hot there is something mom & dad call humidity. I don’t think I know exactly what that is but I do know it makes me pant a lot and can even make it hard to breath!
Well, my circumstances have changed YET again!
After leaving the United States, mom and dad drove us back into Mexico and I could not have been happier. Mexicans are so much nicer about letting me go everywhere with my family AND I get to go on all the beaches, not just stinky dog beach like in San Diego.
By Aspen ~
We’ve now been on the road with mom and dad for two months and it is FANTASTIC. Our road life is endless togetherness, lots of time outdoors and, most importantly for me, many hours a day spent running the beach and swimming in the sea.
By Aspen ~
Ever since mom and dad first took me to the beach, I have suspected I was a beach dog. Oh, I am a lab, which means I love doing pretty much ANYTHING, but the beach is my favorite. I tend to get so excited I hop around and mom calls me her bouncy puppy. I must admit I feel young and free when running the beach!
By Porter ~
Today marks two weeks since mom & dad packed us up in the truck/camper and headed out on the road and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I could be if that CAT at the campsite next door didn’t keep giving me the eye and, perhaps, if I liked the looks of one particular german shepherd loitering around more… but other than that Aspen and I are in heaven.
By Porter ~
Thanksgiving day, that one day a year where everyone seems to cook and cook forever, and then complain that they’ve eaten too much. This year, Aspen and I got screwed. For the first time in awhile, mommy wasn’t the one cooking the turkey, apparently the traditional thing to eat on that day. It has something to do with pilgrims but, I always stop listening because I have no idea who these pilgrims are, and I really don’t care. I’m mainly just concerned about getting a bite or two of turkey! Aspen, on the other hand, is obsessed with it. A true lab, she’ll eat nearly anything and basically thinks she’s hungry all the time. For some reason we don’t understand, this year we drove with mom and dad to grandma and grandpas house but then, (!) instead of staying to eat turkey, we were locked in the room that is our bedroom when we visit and left there! Silly Aspen, always happy to please, jumped up on the bed a top our Ducks blanket as told. I caught on to their ploy at the last second and tried to turn tail and head for the door but mom snagged me and back in I went. Humiliating.
By Aspen ~
Lately Porter and I have been the luckiest dogs in the whole world! Not only have we been going away every weekend with mom and dad but most of the time we’ve been going to the beach!! Now, I really like any place with water, and prefer to actually play in a lake or stream because those ocean waves and currents can be downright scary! But at my beloved beach, I get to run around off leash… true dog freedom.