Not much going on with me. Seems it has been all about Mango lately. I did go a bit cracker dog at school yesterday. We had class outside, and, well, it was all most interesting and my labraears became a bit immune to the screeching of Momma's voice.
Before I go on too far, I need to warn you that we are experimenting with the new blogger editor and certain DOH's are having quite the challenge figuring out all the new "easier to use" features, so our formatting might be a bit off.
Sometimes it just doesn't pay to be the good dog. Like when you go to the V-E-T. The RH gets his own private waiting room while I, Dexter, Good Dog, have to wait out in the lobby with the riff raff.
Then when he gets his nails done, he gets tons of nommy foodables and what do I get? Stupid humans messing about with my lips to try and make me look dopey for the camera. Sheesh!
Don't be alarmed. I was just at the V-E-T for my annual good dog checkup. You know the routine, nail trim, get your privates felt, heart, blood removal, shots, etc. Plus I am NOT a chicken who won't get on the scale and am proud to report that I am a robust 75 pounds.
After my humiliation at the V-E-T I turned my attention to a more exciting activity. SWIMMING! Yes, folks, time for your favorite labradude to take his first real swim of the season.
Did you hear the DOH yelling at me to come back? She is a total FREAK about letting me off leash. I know, I know, but I would never run away and even if I did I would come back, but you know how it is.
Don't worry, she is careful to make sure my leash does not interfere with my labrastrokes.
Hmm... what's over there? Now if I could just break loose for a wee moment I might be able to get into some real action.
Time to go home already? But MOM!
Back at the estate and time for our Sunday afternoon chewies. Here we have yet another example of why life is unfair for me, Dexter, Good Dog.
Check it out. The RH gets about half a cow to nommy on.
And me? Might as well be a chicken bone. Did you ever see anything so small.
That swimming left me feeling a little tight in my hiney. Better get some stretching in while I "enjoy" my inferior bone.
As all good dogs do, I obliged momma with a photo under the apple tree. But, you know, being good can be a pain. Maybe I need to start slobbering and howling and acting like a total doofus head to get some respect around here. What do you think? WHY ARE MY LETTERS SUDDENLY YELLOW??? DAMN BLOGGER!