What fun I had this past weekend. Mama, Papa and I went on three road trips to Kars, Ontario for some shows and travelling back and forth was a real adventure. We could have stayed at a motel overnight but there's something to be said about hitting the road at 4 am and watching the sun rise over the landscape.
While the moon is still out.
Each day Mama and Papa stopped for an early breakfast while I walked around in the morning mist. It's so nice doing things when most of the world around you is still asleep. I have discovered dawn and I love it.
Mama and Papa stopped at an English pub overlooking the Rideau Canal near Ottawa, Ontario. and then I went sniffing around MacDougall Park. It was really beautiful. I almost said to heck with the shows.. let's just stay here ...
Shows shmows ... let's the three of us spend the weekend roaching and looking for sticks, ok?
Oh well, gotta go now.
Hosta luego ... hasta luego.
... which might not have been a bad idea, considering the stunt I pulled later on in the ring - Mama screwed up her courage and decided to take the leap into show biz. She handled me in the ring on Saturday and what did I do? I turned into a clown. I gave the performance of a lifetime - I snatched the bait out of her hand and then I lied down right there in the ring. Plus, I got myself all covered in mud. It had just poured and the ring was soaking wet and fantastically filthy. I couldn't resist.
I don't know what came over me. I was just in the mood to play and be funny. Afterall, I was with Mama, right? If you can't play and have fun with your own Mama, who can you play and have fun with? I don't know why Mama wasn't laughing, or smiling, or anything. Oh, what amazing mud it was, too. I ask you, how often do you get to lie down in stinky slime?
So Mama was whispering in my ear, "Chef, don't do that. Chef, c'mon." So I relented and stood up. But my legs were sticking out all over the place and my head was practically upsidedown because I was looking at the cute Boxergirl behind me.
I told Mama to post the video - I'm supposed to be me, remember? But she said the gutter words Papa was using when he filmed us would get us kicked off of Blogger forever, so I said never mind.
Well, all of Mama's friends had encouraged her to do it. Now they're saying, "Ok. Just take lessons." But Mama said she learned her lesson. I don't quite know what she meant.
Anyway, today I was hitting the bottle in the backyard when my little friend Zoe came by to visit me.
Hey Chef. Look at meeee.
Geez, I love that girl. She's got Boxer-size guts even though she's just a little whisp of a Yorkygirl. I've seen bigger dogs than her be afraid of me because I'm so big, but not Zoe. She trots right up to me and takes my toys right from under my nose. I must look like a giant to her but she's not afraid. Not my Zoe .
If I don't give her my toy, she gives me a whatfor. Well, I wasn't about to share my monkey. Not even with Zoe. Knowing how fiesty she is, she'd kill it in a minute. No way, not my monkey.
Anyway, Beauty was watching us play from her favourite perch on the window sill. She looks so serious. What do you figure she was thinking?
What was Beauty thinking?
1. I want Zoe to go home. I'm jealous
2. I know about girls like you, and my brother is too young to get married.
3. I want to go shopping with Zoe.
4. Zoe is so smart - she must be a cat.
By the way, Friday is my birthday. I'll be turning two. It's hard to believe what a big boy I am. Well, I heard Mama making plans to pick up some treats from the barkery. I can hardly wait - I've already got my party hat on.
All kinds of awards have been flying fast and fur-iously between our blogs this week. Isn't it nice when we honour each another?
My buddy, Beasley sent me a Puffy Heart.
My dear friends, Momo and Pinot ,
gave me the Arte-y Pico Award.
What a nice surprise. Thanks so much, Momo and Pinot.
This award "was created for bloggers who inspire others with their creativity and their talents, and for contributing to the blogging world." Holy makerel.
These are the rules:
1. You have to pick FIVE blogs that you consider deserve this award for creativity, design, interesting material and also contribute to the blogger community regardless of language."
2. Each award has to have the name of the author and a link to his/her blog to be visited.
3. Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given him/her the award itself.
4. Award winners and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of the "Arte-y-Pico" blog so everyone will know the origin of the award.
5. In compliance with said RULES, the award winner must show the RULES.
I'd love to pass the award on to my friends, Butchy and Snickers, Lola, Charlie, CoCo, and the Fleasgang
Then I got another Premio:
Thank you so very much, Opal, Maggie and Marshall.
I am now supposed to send the Premio to seven blogbuddies. Off you go to:
Some of you probably have this award already, but two is twice the honour.