We had a bar-b-que, refreshments, adult beverages for the hoomans. Jerky, treats and water for us four-leggers. We met many new friends and then had our fashion show. Here's a few pictures.... good times were had by all.
This beautiful, little lady is Daisy the Hound Dog! AND I already LOVE her! My Aunt Ginny and soon-to-be Uncle Nick just adopted her from the SPCA. I can't wait til she's big enough to romp with like Moo Cow... she's almost as big as me at only 2 months old.
Her name will be SOOOO easy to remember because my sister is Daizy with a Z... my family needs to get a little more creative with names. Looks like we are starting another name trend... my dad, grandpa, and uncle are all named Steve.
I think I might name every I know Gus. This is my ball, his name is Gus. This is my tomato plant, his name is Gus. Oh my food dish is also Gus. And my mom calls any furniture chewed up "Damnit Gus!"
The past few weeks I have been swimming in the James River at Huguenot Flat Water, Pony Pasture, and James River Park. There's nothing like taking a hike on a warm day and cooling off with a little swim.... even if I make Steve and Erin get in the river with their clothes on because they are afraid I'll be sucked up by the current. Just call me GUS THE RIVAH DOG!
If you would like to check out my swimming holes...
If you read my blog you might have noticed that I have been slacking at updating on a frequent basis lately. Daizy is a jealous, no good kitty that has held my 'puter hostage for the last couple of weeks. I have since taken care of this "issue" by locking the kitty up in the closet. Thank you Steve and E for getting the new storage unit, I can use the freed up closet space to hide bad kitties.
I have been scouted to be a model!!! I will be in the Critter Cottage's doggy fashion show next Thursday. Erin bought me these sweet new threads to wear.... who's excited?! This kid.
I graduated my obedience class at The Critter Cottage today! I have learned to sit, down, stay, come, roll over, shake, wait, and how to walk on a leash. What my humans don't know is that I've known how to do this all along... I speak human.... DUH... I only do it at the class because they mix my food with hotdogs, starve me for days, and threaten corporal punishment if I don't pass.
Me and Casanova (yes that is his name and he takes offense to nicknames) graduated top of our class BUT he may be number one if wearing crazy pants makes you smarter. I am glad my mom and dad did not dress me like this: Casanova and I with the food lady... wait, I mean teacher: