Happy Birthday, Jib!

Sailor here.

Last night Jib had steak for dinner. So did I. So did Zoe. And Mom did, too!

Mom said it was for Jib's birthday. He is five. I don't know how old that is in Mom years, but Mom says it's finally a Grown Up age.

I hope Jib grows up again next birthday. I love steak!

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?

I am NOT waving!

Sailor here.

It's panting time. I pant a lot. I drink water a lot. My feet are hot and my mouth is hot, too.

Mom says we have to wave to the heat, but I am too hot to wave. So I lie in the shade until Mom comes home and opens the door. Then I lie on the butt coolers Mom left out for me.

I love the butt coolers! There is one in every room. They blow cool air at me. They blow cool air at Jib.

Zoe doesn't come in for a butt cool, though. She'd rather be hot outside than cool inside. Silly Siberian.

In Love

Jib here.

I am in love. I am in love with Georgia.

She looks like Tavish, but she smells like...like...like something very special.

Georgia smells like she wants me to do something very special with her. So I tried. And she made ugly face.

Every time.

I am confused.

But I am still in love.

Mom says she will come back to play with me. She will come back after she has had a bath. Then she will smell like play instead of special.

I hope not.

Not Fair!

Jib here.

Zoe dug up the sprinklers. Again.

She got all wet and muddy.

So why did I have the bath?

Answer me that, Mom!

I Had a Job!

Sailor here.

I had a job to do. An important job. Jib stayed home and I went to my job.

Our dog training club made new Canine Citizens out of puppies and dogs. Mom worked there and so did I.

I was the friendly dog in the crowd. I milled around. I trotted and heeled and schmoozed Mom's friends between millings.

I posed for pictures. I ignored puppies and dogs.

I was wonderful!