January 21st 2013 8:38 am
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Sunday afternoon, Oldest Lad was home and Pennie and I took Oldest Lad and Mom for a hike in the woods. Oldest Lad came home on Saturday. When he came home, I was out for a hike in the woods with Dad. Oldest Lad dropped his dirty laundry off in a big pile behind the couch, then he left! When Pennie and I returned home from our hike, we were most confused: there was overwhelming evidence of Oldest Lad. The house SMELLED like Oldest Lad. One might say that behind the couch it even REEKED of Oldest Lad. But where was Oldest Lad? Oldest Lad stopped home, but then went off to go drinking with his friends.

On Sunday, Oldest Lad returned home. Pennie and I were faced with a new challenge for Compression Therapy. Compression Therapy as a remedy for a Hangover. Pennie laid on Oldest Lad, and I tasted Oldest Lad's head all over, to try to evict the hangover. Mom was rather amused that out at dinner that evening, Oldest Lad ordered only Lemonade. Several of them.

Anyhoodles, when I am out in the woods, I become a different dog. Mom "almost" thinks that if she needed to find a JOB for me, that I "could" be a working dog, if I was working in the woods. In the woods I try to hike and run AHEAD of Pennie. I am normally content to let Pennie set the pace, but not in the woods. In the woods, I walk with my tail up and a big Sophie Smile. In the woods is the only time there is any evidence that I am a Cattle Dog, part of the Working Dog Class of Dogs.

In the woods, Mom had one end of the leash. Suddenly I dashed back along the trail. Mom was startled. I sniffed along the ground. I POUNCED under a pile of leaves! Trail Mix! I pulled out a tantalizing wad of brown goo! While Mom was still staring in horror at the brown goo clinging to the dead leaves, I gulped that Trail Mix down, with a big smile of Sophie Satisfaction. I can find a Sophie Sidewalk Sandwich, even when there is no sidewalk! Mom thinks that I could never survive in the wilderness without kibble, but I have proven her wrong.

Strangely, neither Mom nor Oldest Lad accepted any kisses from me all the rest of Sunday.