Socializing

Some doggies wondered what the big smelly thing I ate was. Sorry. I don’t know. It was lumpy and pretty flat. And grayish brown. And smelled and tasted good. My mom worried that it was dried wild animal poop—a mountain delicacy like the treats deer leave. Maybe it was some dried food. Like an old hamburger turned to jerky. Maybe a little of both. I’m getting hungry just writing about it.

Another trip to the doggie park.

I get to look around.

Arrow travels in the cage cause he might get carsick. He refused to look at the camera. (He's embarrassed.)

I have been real sociable at the doggie park. I only growl a little bit sometimes. To make sure the doggies don’t pick on me.

Mostly I play with them. It was getting dark and I'm blurry— but what an action shot!

And we do a lot of smelling.

This is a park where my humans go to play.

I don't ski or ride. I stay home and chill.