Congratulations to CHEF, the winner of the Pawlympics Dogs' Choice Award in the Stick category.
1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog.
I'm passing the award on to:
Avast, me hearties. Check out Toffee 's blog for details about "Blog Like a Pirate Weekend," Sept. 28. Aye, maties. Be sprreadin' the worrrrd. Yarrr.
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When we arrived, I spotted these geese and I wanted to chase them so bad I almost jumped out of the car ... I imagined feathers flying and lots of barking and squawking and honking going on. Oh, one of these days I'm going on a wild goose chase ... that is definitely on my to-do list.
This was the view when we entered the park. The sun was warm and there was a cool breeze blowing off the water. Ahh, if the weather could only be like that all year long.
Further in was the show. I started to get really pumped. I just love doing shows. There are so many dogs to bark at and there's so much excitement going on. And the smell! You can't believe how delicious it smells at a dog show!
We stayed at a really nice motel that had the best bed. It was soft and fluffy with a duvet and pillows that you just sink into. So, of course, I claimed it as my own. There was no way I was giving it up to my parents. So when they weren't looking, I jumped on the bed and I just sat and sat til I fell asleep sitting.
But when I was in a deep sleep, Mama and Papa pushed me to the end of the bed and got in. I didn't even notice them until morning. I was all scrunched up like a pretzel with no room to sprawl. I was a little mad but I got over it because then they fed me breakfast. Do you ever fall asleep sitting? I do it all the time. I've even fallen asleep standing up!
Anyway, between shows, we walked to the shore and I got to run along the beach and play in the water (no pictures -- silly parents left the camera in the truck.) This is where they think this happened:
See the gash at the lower left of my paw? Mama and Papa think I must have stepped on some broken glass or a sharp rock in the water. Or it might have been a zebra mussel. We'll never know but it hurts very much now. It probably happened on Saturday but I didn't start favouring it until Sunday because I probably made it worse by walking on it. Anyway, more about that later.
So back to the show. In this video you'll see why my handler Emily doesn't want Mama and Papa anywhere near me when I'm in the ring. Mama stood off to the side , but I smelled her Musk Oil which was blowing downwind right up my nostrils. So I knew she was there. Look how ADD I got. I was straining to see Mama and jumping in excitement, and I totally forgot I was in the ring. Mr. Dumbjudge asked Emily how old I was -- probably because he thought I was acting like an immature sillyBoxer. It came down to me and another Boxer and he chose the other Boxer. I am not impressed with Mr. Dumbjudge ... I bet if he knew his Mommy was there, he'd jump around like a kangaroo too.
Later on, I got a bird's-eye view of the geese from the top of Papa's truck. "Oh, I'd give away my sticks to chase those little buggers around the park," I thought.
Then, on the way home we stopped along the highway at one of our favourite greasy spoons: Loretta's Chip Wagon. It doesn't look like much but my parents think they have the best fresh perch and buffalo sandwiches and home-made pies in the world. Personally, I was still looking to have a goose sandwich ...
I was very tempted to pull right out of the parking lot and drive Papa's truck back to the park when he and Mama were in Loretta's. But I thought it over, and I didn't think I'd make it too far without being noticed and reported to the police and tossed in jail where I'd rot til Papa got enough bail money and ... Besides, my feet didn't touch the pedals. Plus I don't have my driver's license yet.
When they were finished eating, Mama and Papa eyed me suspiciously and sent me straight to the back seat, and my dreams of chasing wild geese came to an end. "Goodbye geese. I'll see you in my wildest dreams," I thought. And we headed home.
So back to my slashed paw ... All the vets were closed because of Labour Day, so when we got home, Mama soaked my paw in Epsom salts and put Polysporin in my cut. It was so deep, she had to actually press the cream into my paw. I didn't like her touching it because it hurt a lot and I started licking the Polysporin off. So what did she do? She put a sock on my foot! (Notice it's a Boxer sock.) Well, I didn't love that either and I pulled it off. So she taped it on.
So I pulled the tape and the sock off.
I'll be going to the vet to make sure there's no glass still in my foot and that there's no infection. I hope she doesn't tape up my foot or give me stitches or a needle. If she does, you will all hear me howling no matter where you live because I may be the only dog the vet has ever seen hop on her table, but once I'm on it, I'm her biggest crybaby patient. And I really don't want to wear an E-collar ...they take at least an hour to get off. Mama thinks I'll get antibiotics to prevent an infection. Great. Another two weeks of Mama shoving her fist down my throat. I just went through that for a rash. Oh, I am very cranky. Grrrr.
So I had a great weekend but right now I am not a happy dog ...