Monday, September 27, 2010

We Played Hot


Jib here.

Mom and I played in the hot. We played agility. Mom kept me cool by slapping ice chips on my feet. She kept me cool by rubbing ice on my ears. She forgot to slap ice on her feet and ears. So when we got home, Mom flaked out on me.

I wanted to play Frisbee. But no, Mom was too tired. And too hot.

And the next day, we went to a new place with a brown hill and burrs and other dogs and harnesses and long leashes and lots of cheese. I wore a new collar that goes around my chest and tummy. I got to find the cheese. I got to EAT the cheese! Mom had to stay behind me. For a change. I sniffed and munched and sniffed and pulled Mom up a hill.

This morning before the sun started waving at us, Mom did another track of cheese. I found them all. She was so happy! She said I GOT IT!

What's not to get?