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Rut-Roh! by Vespa

Why can't I be an only dog?

Mingus, Mingus, Mingus! He came into this household with such bad manners that I thought for sure he would be kicked to the curb. But here he is, still hanging around 4 months later. Are my parents clinically insane? I didn't ask for a brother! Especially not a little, annoying brother who wants to copy everything I do, play with all my toys, splash my water all over the kitchen floor (what a mess maker he is!), and who hasn't a clue about personal space. He even played with *my* rubber squeaky chicken. Can you believe the nerve of that rude dog?

I love snow backpacking!

My people took me snow backpacking this weekend. As we were driving up, they kept on giving me pep talks about how much I was going to loooove running around in the snow. I wasn't too sure about that... I had to practice wearing my backpack at home on neighborhood walks. For some reason, that stupid backpack would make me stumble past walls and bushes. The ultimate humiliation came when I had to wear red booties on our walks. I was keeping my paws crossed that none of the other dogs would see me - I would never hear the end of it! So, this snow business didn't seem like something I would enjoy.

As we pulled into the Plumas-Eureka State Park, I had to wear the dreaded backpack and booties again. Then, we were off! Sheepishly, I must admit that romping around in the snow is fun. Within minutes, I forgot about the all the paraphernalia strapped to me. However, my booties came off everytime I sunk into the powder, so eventually my people took them off.

My favorite part of snow backpacking was stepping on the tails of people's snowshoes. When I do that, usually to avoid sinking into the powder, people do a face plant. Score! I had unlimited access to their faces and I would give them the best kisses. The funny thing is that usually my people don't let me kiss them too long... perhaps the heavy bags they were carrying, and the fact that I usually did this as were climbing uphill, had something to do with it.

When we arrived at the campsite, I got to play stick over and over again. I just loved diving into the snow to retrieve the stick.

Wait until you see my pictures! Apparently, I look super cute in my Kelty K9 backpack. My person says that the new pictures will be posted in about a week.

What? My treats are gross?

I think that my people and I have different tastes. Whenever I have something especially tasty, they make it a point to gag. Sometimes, I'm even nice to them and I offer up my bully stick or my moo tube, but they make sour faces and tell me "good dog", but they never have a taste. Oh well. It's their loss.

Both of my people despise the bully sticks-my dad won't even touch them. He refuses to on principles I don't quite understand. The funny thing is that he accidentally bought me one to prove to my mom that my treats do not have to be disgusting. She pointed out that the "steer pizzle" listed as the only ingredient was just another way of saying "bully stick". I really wish she kept her mouth shut, because there are never enough treats in this house!