It's A Road Trip!

We wuf to ride in the car. We always have. Especially when we both get to go and dogmom drives and we, well... we...

Then, occasionally, dogmom stops driving and she takes us for a walk and we do our business and then she goes inside the building and does whatever it is that she does... Meanwhile, Opie sits in the driver's seat of the car and watches for dogmom to come back. When he sees her, he jumps back into the back of the truck with me...

Sometimes when she stops, she stands outside the car and watches the big smelly thing while some kind of handle is sitting on the car and making funny noises that we can hear inside. She calls it getting gas... but I don't think it's the same kind of gas I get when I sit down and toot a tune for her.

Anyways... at one of the places where she stuck the handle in the car... this is what was standing outside the car. We barked and barked and barked at him, and he never moved. Dawgs... Opie thought his nose was big!
Then, after we saw the big scary man with the humungous nose who didn't move or talk... dogmom got back in the truck and started driving some more and then we ...

And then, the next time we stopped... THIS was next to us in the car. Dogmom called it a horse... but it sure looked bigger than the ones we drive by on the way to Dog Pad!

Anyways... after we barked at the horse and dogmom laughed at us, she started driving again and we...

More later!

Wuf Ya!

We're back... we're tired... Opie hurt his tail...

posted by Opie today...
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Dogs... Dog Pad wears us out. We're zonkered. Beat. Dog tired.

We were asleep in the car before dogmom hit the highway on the way home... and after we got home, we looked like this for three hours...

But, we'll be back to normal real soon.

Oh, yeah... Tory said to dogmom (we heard her even without our super-dog hearing) that WE were complete ANGELS at Dog Pad this weekend. For four days.

Ok. So Gomer had to wear a bark collar for screaming at Tory cuz he knew dogmom was on her way. But, for the most part he was really really good.

And, I didn't even look at the fence with the idea of jumping it. Can you imagine that? I played in the yard and I chased the balls and I ran in the pool and I dragged the big rope around the yard. But I didn't try to jump the fence. That seemed to make Tory really happy. 'Specially since so many other dogs weren't on their bestest behavior this time.

Anyways. We're really happy that dogmom is home and she came to pick us up and take us back home with her. Even though we like Dog Pad best, there's no place like home.

[Dogmom says we need some ruby slippers.]

Oh, yeah. And when I was leaving, I darted out the door really fast. But dogmom was holding my leash and the door closed in between us. I yelped and I cried and I howled. She thought I was just complaining because I couldn't get into the truck and was stuck on the other side of the door. But, know what?

MY TAIL WAS CAUGHT IN THE DOOR!!! I was stuck. So, I pulled really hard and I pulled my tail free. In the process, I pulled some skin and hair off. Now I've got a holy tail. [snicker snicker] Dogmom says holy terror describes me better... whatever that means.

Really, it hurt. I jumped in the truck, but I was so happy that we got to go home that my tail wagged around in circles, as it is wont to do... I can't control it when it does that. Round and round like a fan. In the meantime, I sprayed some blood round and round like a fan spraying water in a circle. Dogmom got in the truck and kind of freaked out cuz there was blood on the windows in the front of the truck. She was trying to figure out where it was coming from... but since now Gomer and I had our faces by hers, she couldn't see it... meanwhile, I sprayed the blood around the back of the Explorer.

When we got home, she figured it out. By that time, I forgot that I hurt my tail... silly humans freak out at the smallest things. Something about just having the truck detailed and now having to do it again. Don't have any idea what that means. Anyways, since I kept wagging off the vet-wrap bandage she made... she put a big Band-Aid on it. Goofy human.

Anyways... we're still zonked and beat and dog tired... so we'll post a better post tomorrow. Promise.

Wuf Ya! - Opie