August 4th 2009 8:35 pm
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Dearest readers, we had quite the outing yesterday. I was on the computer the other day when Daddy wasn't looking and my paws discovered that the Shaw Festival had a day when there were no plays. As the world revolves around the Shiba Inu in general and Oasis and I in particular, this must only mean that our adoring public has taken a day away from the hubbub of the theatre and they were expecting us to make our appearance. Just a few short hours later and we were riding in the back seat of the car to Niagara-on-the-Lake.

There are only two ways we travel -- in our Vari-Kennels or in our Vest Harnesses. For this trip we were in harnesses. We arrived at 11am and found the crowds were thick and welcoming. It was kind of hot but we were well watered from the portable watering bottle/dish thingy that Daddy carried.

If we had a penny for every time we heard "they look like little foxes", Oasis and I could retire in Monaco or someplace rich sounding. Aside from that it took close to 2 hours to walk the downtown stretch, about two kilometres in total. There were so many of our adoring public that simply wanted to meet with us, and with our regal graciousness, and a bit of wiggling butt, we met with each one.

The most special ones were right at the end of the route. Despite the town being dog-friendly (most hotels accept dogs) we only saw two water bowls, one at the Bark'n'Fitz and one at the Shaw Spa.

The ladies at the Shaw Spa fed us very yummy holistic cookies and we visited with them for close to half an hour. It's the kind of place that Mummies everywhere would want to visit, they are such nice people. http://www.shawspa.com if you wish to see them on the internet...

The trip to Niagara-on-the-Lake capped off a nice week at a cottage, an invitation extended to us by some close friends of ours. We went for lots of walks around Bobcaygeon and even had an overnight visit with some of Mummy & Daddy's family along the way.

That's it for now -- my paws are tired as it's pretty late and I need to secure my spot on the bed before Mummy and Daddy come in for the night. It is *my* bed after all, and I have a right to be on it first, don't I?