My weekend

This weekend the food people took me to grandma's

She lives on a lake. I love the lake.

I could swim for hours and hours.

And I do. I would swim all night if I could.

But the food people always say we need to get some rest.

I love the water. The food lady says I am part fish.

I got to bring my yellow cuz too.

The food people like to take my cuz and throw it off the dock.I pretended for a long time I was too scared. Now I won't stop.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ScUNACl4b2k

I also had an agility trial this weekend. I had a really nice standard run on Saturday so the food people made me a nice juicy black angus beef cheeseburger. Sunday was a little too hot for me. I searched out the shade. The food people were not upset though. They understood that it was just too hot for the F dog.

I also had to get a bath when I got home too. And my paws trimmed. And my nails trimmed. And my ears cleaned out. Its just not fair. Why does the food lady insist I look good all the time?