Such a fuss has been made over the Relentlessly Huge's puppy movie that I felt compelled to respond with a puppy movie of my own. Here is a sample of my cutest self at the tender age of three months.
Now THAT's a cute puppy!
Here is a photo of my puppy self for my slow internet can't watch movie friends.
As you might recall, last week during Dexter Day it was totally get baked alive hot out, but today it was quite pleasant so Momma and I took a nice long walkie.
Momma decided to make me practice my boring sit / stays while posing in front of dumb old buildings. She says our town is over 300 years old which makes it quite old for Master Chew Sits, but young in the bigger scheme of things.
This church on the village green is actually a reproduction. The original church was struck by lightening on Easter Sunday and burned down around fifty years ago. Spooky, huh?
This is just an old house along the green. Lots of the houses around here have those Circa signs to indicate when they were built (I think Circa means approximately and I don't really understand why they can't ever get the dates exactly right).
After our historical tour, we proceeded to a bridge which spanned..... WATER!
I briefly considered doing a little diving, but decided it was just a tad too high up.
This sign looks promising...
I think I see the river! Let's go! I suspect that there is labra-access as well.
Momma made me keep my leash on because there was a current in the river, but it felt most joyous anyway. Nice and cool and muddy.
Remember that church I showed you earlier on? Well it has a secret garden behind it. It is called a meditation garden. I am only allowed to walkie there when I am completely empty because it is a special place lovingly maintained by the church community and it would be inappropriate for me to do any business there.
We made this little movie to show you how pretty it is. I was really not terribly enchanted by the whole thing and was more anxious to explore the bordering wetlands.
Uck! More posing. Here I am in front of the historical society (or hysterical society as Master calls it). When our barn burned down they tried to get involved in the rebuilding, but Master said to them, "It was a REPRODUCTION for Pete's sake! The thing was less than ten years old! Not an historical landmark you whack-a-dos." I am not sure that is a direct quote, but you get the idea.
The historical society happens to have an official historical apple tree which I found much more interesting.
Back home, Momma said I needed a good rinse because the river water was pretty gross. Now normally I am not bothered by getting wet, but I decided to have some fun with her and avoid the hose as much as possible.
She is a really bad shot!
Check out the fancy footwork.
I suppose part of the problem was that Momma had the camera in her hand, and eventually she put it down and grabbed me by my scruff and rinsed me all off, including my under carriage.
But in the meantime, here is a movie of my adventures in washing and drying. You will observer that the Relentlessly Huge is not a big fan of the hose. He thinks it is out to get him.
Finally, my Dexter Day rib bone.
Nom, nom, nom!