By Edith Beale the Bouvier
Great, you’re still with me. I’ve been a pup on the go. Out and about. Barking ‘n larking!
This is my friend, Robbie. He is a handsome Schnauzer. Robbie comes to the park with Dorothy. I especially like Dorothy because she brings treats. I told you I like treats, right? Ol’ What’s-his-name says I’m a Belgian snack hound. He thinks he’s a wit. I’ll grant him half that.
I try to get to the dog run at Mountain Lake Park for a good run every morning and afternoon. That’s where I met Buddy. He’s one speedy dude. He likes to wrestle, too. I’m always up for a roll in the dirt. When I first met Buddy, he must’ve been twice my size. I’m gaining on him. Pretty soon I’ll be bigger. I hope he’ll still like me.
There’s usually a crowd of dogs at the dog run. This was taken one sunny Sunday afternoon. I think it was Feb. 24. I don’t know what that big red ball is, but if you’ll toss it, I’ll chase it.
I’m mad for a good romp with a tennis ball. The only thing better is a romp with some other dog’s tennis ball. I astounded everyone one afternoon when I ran away from the dog run and reappeared pushing a basketball. The kid whose ball I swiped was chasing me back into the dog run.
At home, sometimes in the evening I’ll sit at the top of the stairs and drop a tennis ball so that it bounces to the bottom of the stairs. Then I’ll run down the stairs, grab the ball, bring it back up and drop it down the stairs again. I’ll bet this drives the kids downstairs nuts. Heh. Heh. Heh.
We had a warm spell in March and with it came another new experience. I’ll tell you about that as my life continues on the next page.
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Please visit Edith’s Web page again to find out what she has been up to, meet her friends, see where she has been walking and places she’s visited. If you have any questions or comments, please send them to Ol’ What’s-his-name. He will probably answer you. He’s got too much time on his hands.
Want to find out more about Bouviers? Read this tongue-in-cheek article, written by a breeder, who says you probably shouldn’t have one.