Ah, the Aire-doration continues!
Lillie Valentine is a love-l-y girl Dale with a very talented mom! A package arrived for me - I'm getting kind of used to this now, and I LOVE IT - which I grabbed out of mom's hand and immediately ripped open. Smells like girl Dale, gimme gimme gimme!!!
This is so cool - it's a book that mom can use to put lots of photos of ME in it (it does say AWESOME ANIMAL on the front, so who else would she wanna feature?) - and it's made out of paper bags and LOTS of cool stuff! Mom was in awe when she saw it, in awe of the creativitiy and craftsiness that went into making it.
BIG AIRE KISSES TO LILLIE!!!!!!
This made my day - it's been sooooo hot here in Los Angeles (even hotter than usual as we're in the midst of a nasty heat wave that's causing fires, trees dying, and cranky humans all around) and even my daily walkies haven't made me a happy camper. It's too hot to go anywhere with the humans because the concrete and asphalt that they walk so carefree across burns my toesies. I do the Mexican Jumping Bean dance at least once daily as I go for my peepee time.
But today I really wanted to go out for a little stick time, so we braved the hot asphalt and ran all the way to the park. Once on the dusty dirt my paws were happy and I could run a little bit. Dad threw the sticks far and I'd chase 'em all right, but at a slightly slower pace and with less gusto in the crashing-into-the-stick method of braking when I arrive at the thrown stick. Just adjusting my technique a little.
A few action shots...
And then it was time for a little rest and some major panting.
Thanks again Lillie for the lovely birthday present, I love you even more than I love this stick (and just look how dirty my tongue is - that's the universal sign of love, isn't it?)
Love,
Bogart
