Spa day in Florida

Now this is what vacation should be. Pampering and primping for a princess.

Salt water, sand and sticky seeds in high weeds make a princess a mess. But after this spa visit things were better.

Greta, the oldest dog in my world

You have taught me lots of things. Most of them are good. I am sorry you never got over my coming into your house. I love you. Goodbye Old Girl!

Minute - Sea Goddess

This is not the very first thing I did on vacation, but one of the most exciting!!!!



At first I was not sure if I wanted my fur wet. But with the promise of a dry ride on float I was lured out to sea. Mom was there with me so I was game.

Within minutes I was a pro at wave-riding!

Letter from home

Dear Minute,

I'm glad you're having fun in Florida, but things aren't too bad here at The Compound. TJL takes good care of us. Lazlo the cat hisses at me, but at night, I get to stay snuggled safely in my crate so he can't get to me.

I ran out of insulin! I thought that meant NO MORE SHOTS. But Mom expected that and prepared for it. TJL got more tonight. But that's the only bad news from here.

Here's Greta being comfy on her blanket.



And here's me, a little disappointed to find only water in our friend Rex's dish.



Then again, Rex eats some weird stuff. Sardines?!?! Turkey necks?!?! Kidneys?!?! I prefer my special diet.

Later, Rex and I got in some playtime outside.



He's being a mighty good host. Greta strolled around the grounds, too. Last week, Rex flushed and killed a possum. Greta's been looking, but she hasn't found one yet. (I don't know what she thinks she could do about it. She's 487 years old.)



Take care of Mom, and don't forget your sunscreen!

Love,

Your big brother, Sparky



P.S. Even Margot and Guinness have been nice to us. Did you know that Aunt B. is working hard on a book that has a DOG NAMED SUE in it? And she looks like our Sue? Even though Greta and I could help her out by telling lots of Sue stories, we won't, because we're on vacation, too!

Where oh where have my dogs gone?

There was all of this hoopla around the house for several days. Saprky said Mom was getting ready to TRAVEL. Suitcases were out and Mom put stuff in them for several days.

Then crates were getting moved and folded up. What does that mean? Then she said the GO word. We all got to go in the car (not poor Rex)! Me, Greta and Sparky jumped and barked and carried on. We all loaded up in the car with crates and food. Riding in the car we all sat together like the angels we are on the backseat.

Then we were at The Compound! Hello Rex! Hello Margot! Hello Guinness! We've come to play. Even Greta!!!

But wait, Mom is not even going inside... Sparky is not happy. Greta is freaking out. Me and Mom are in the car. Wait! Why are they not going with us? Mom says I get to go to VACATION with her!

What is VACATION??? Will Sue be there?

No Buzzness, please!

On a recent trip into the forest to play with the little cottontails I met with a most unpleasant being. I ran, lickity split, to my mom. It was so awful I cried and cried. I am a big girl and I DO NOT cry often. Mom was worried. She finally got me to settle down and found this on me.

One had gotten me right on my eyelid. Mom put something on it and pulled out the hurtie thing. I smelled like a cookie and felt all better.

Mom is my hero!

Electronic (f)EATS

Mom was fussing about the phones. She messed with all the wires I am not allowed to chew on then threw this thing across the room.

That is play time! I grabbed it and ran to my princess spot.

I ate it.