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Lexi's Special Days

Vacation fun

Hello fellow woofers. As usual, I was right. Mom and dad and I went on vacation. My step-sisters didn't get to go (yahoo!). We went to a motel in Chicago where I had my own big bed to sleep in, and, as usual, got scrambled eggs for breakfast. I was a very good girl and didn't bark or leave poopy presents. Then we went to a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. I liked going down to the lake and hanging out with my mom and we even went on an old pontoon boat. It wasn't as nice as my boat, but I still liked the ride. Later in the week we moved to a place called a bed and breakfast. Some bed! I had to sleep in a kennel. I did get a good breakfast of leftovers from the night before. Yummmm. I heard that my dad used to own the house a long time ago and that is the only reason why I was allowed to stay there. I don't understand why they don't allow dogs. Bud lives there, and he is a dog. At least I think Bud lives there and I think he is a dog. I never really saw him until the morning we were leaving, and, from across the yard, he looked more like a hairy footstool. He's something called a Puli. Ever heard of that, my fine furry friends? No, me either. Travelling was a lot of fun, especially all the new smells. There just isn't enough time in the day to take them all in. It is still good to be home in my own kennel every night, drinking out of my own water bottle. "There's no place like home."

Lexi the travelling dog

Are we going away?

Something is definitely going on around here. My travel bag is out and mom is putting some of my food and favorite toys and a ball and my bone in it. I think we are going somewhere. I bet mom is taking me to a hotel again, where I get to sleep in a big bed and eat scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then there are all the new, nifty smells. I hope I get to dance and eat lots of treats, too. Oh, wait, I didn't see her pack any t-r-e-a-t-s. (He, he, she thinks I can't spell!) Iwill have to remind her about the treats.

Hmm, now it is starting to make sense that mom and dad were counting on their fingers how many different states I have been in (7) and how many I have stayed overnight in (5)--which, of course, is different than how many I have slept in. :} I will let ya'all know what happens.

Lexi the traveller

Running around plungers for treats

Hi fellow canines,

I think mom has officially lost her mind. She has me running around toilet plungers she has set up in the living room. Mom got this idea from my agility class. Yeah, there are a bunch of these plunger thingies set up in a row right down the middle of the living room. She puts a treat in her hand and weaves it through the plungers for me to follow, while she keeps saying, "weave, weave, weave." I think she is trying to teach me something, but I am concentrating so hard on the hand that has the treat, that is all I can think about.

OK, you may say I am the one who has lost my mind for actually doing it, but what you don't know is that I follow the treat. Yes, always follow the treat.

Lexi, the plunger dog